Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 550

Chapter 550 Changing.

The Apocalypse Lance moved with unreal speed, so fast that many Master+ rank crew members in attendance couldn't catch its movements.

And yet, as it crossed the distance swiftly and was about to make contact with the maelstrom of defensive elements, it was as though time slowed, the lance moving at a snail's pace. But those watching knew that this was far from the truth; the intensity of the moment was just that high.

Eventually, the lance met the swirling defense, and the resulting impact was nothing short of cataclysmic.

It met the golden arcane shield first. This particular art's strength had always followed Atticus as he ranked up. Considering the might of the lance, the next event wasn't a surprise.

The moment the lance's light touched the shield, it immediately disintegrated into nothingness, evaporating in a blinding flash.

Next, the lance collided with the crimson rune shield. The runes flared brightly, trying to hold back the onslaught, but the sheer force was too much.

The crimson shield crumbled into oblivion, shattered into a million glowing fragments, unable to withstand the overwhelming power.

The lance tore through each barrier with relentless momentum, leaving trails of golden and crimson sparks in its wake and finally reached the swirling elements.

Light and darkness collided, creating a blinding flash that obliterated the surroundings.

Fire and water clashed, steam and flames erupting in a violent blaze.

Earth and air met, the ground shattering and winds howling with ferocious force. Lightning and space intertwined, reality bending and crackling with electric fury.

The maelstrom of elements held, but only for a second. A blinding flash of light ignited, sending a wave of force outwards.

The ground split open, fissures radiating outward from the epicenter. Shockwaves tore through the battlefield, sending debris flying. The sky lit up with the brilliance of a thousand suns, the atmosphere sundering.

Everything within a hundred-meter radius was vaporized, reduced to nothing in the blink of an eye.

In the next second, each of the spectators' gazes flashed as a figure was sent hurtling backward with the force of a rocket.

He hit the ground akin to a meteorite, each impact like a stone skipping across water. Brutal shockwaves erupted with every collision, the ground cracking and shattering beneath him.

He bounced and crashed, each brutal hit sending debris flying and leaving deep craters in his wake, the sheer force unrelenting until he finally came to a skidding halt, his figure lodged deeply into the ground.

The area still appeared fuzzy, many of the watching eyes unable to properly gain an accurate assessment of the situation and damage.

Apart from Magnus, Ae'zard, Avalon, and Sirius, many still weren't sure who the figure that had just shot backward was.

However, the smile on Ae'zard's lips remained undisturbed, an unreadable expression appearing on Magnus's face.

Avalon and Sirius frowned, their gazes fixed on the figure lodged deep into the earth.

A palpable and formless wave suddenly erupted from where Magnus and Ae'zard were, spreading out in every direction. In the next second, the insane amount of dust obscuring everyone's vision was cleared.

Each of their gazes settled on the battlefield.

On one side was the crimson figure of Ae'ark standing in a large, deep crater, his light significantly dimmed compared to a few seconds ago.

His breathing was haggard, an overwhelming amount of fatigue engulfing him. The butt of his spear was slightly lodged into the ground as he used it for support.

A wave of smoke steamed from the top of the spear, a silent reminder of the devastation it had just unleashed.

No one needed to be told; the third art had taken a significant amount of power to unleash, if not everything Ae'ark had.

'Looks like it's still too much, huh,'

Ae'ark looked at his trembling hand and then clenched his fist, an intense weakness engulfing him.

'I still haven't mastered it. Looks like Armageddon isn't powerful enough yet.'

'There's no helping it. Did I get him?'

Ae'ark turned his gaze away from his hand, towards his front to see complete and utter devastation.

An enormous scorching trail snaked from where he was standing, moving forward and stopping at the entrance of an even more massive and deep crater whose surface kept on emitting an intense black smoke, a small cloud already forming around it in the sky.

Ae'ark remembered that that was the spot where Atticus had been standing earlier, the spot where the lance and elements met.

He looked further, squinting his eyes until it settled on the spot where Atticus had been lodged.

However, despite all of this, despite his pitiful state, as each of them met his eyes, the hearts of every single person watching couldn't help but tremble. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}