Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632 Erupted

The first figure was none other than the vizier to the sovereign, Niall! Niall's expression currently mirrored exactly what he was feeling: desperation!

He was desperate beyond measure. The bet he made with the sovereign was the only thing constantly playing in his mind.

Today, this battle would be their last, and it would determine whether or not he would become a slave to a teenage human boy.

Niall was desperate. He was frightened!

So much so that he decided to do something he never thought he would ever do—cheat.

'I'll just use a little bit more power,' he thought.

It was disgraceful, something that would make him unable to lift his head proudly ever again. But Niall didn't want to be a slave to Atticus, especially not after he had tried to kill the boy! Who knew for sure how he'd react?

However, just as he was about to call upon more strength, Niall suddenly felt his spine tingle. The feeling of death that Atticus had been experiencing these past weeks hit him like a tidal wave.

Niall felt a gaze staring at him. It was undoubtedly from an incredible distance, but to Niall, it felt as though it was right next to him.

'T-the s-sovereign?'

The sovereign had anticipated what he wanted to do and had sent a warning.

The abrupt change in the battle's pace caused Atticus's gaze to narrow. He could see that Niall was distracted by something but didn't care about the reason. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

An opening was an opening.

Atticus's aura surged, and he blasted forward, swinging his katana in an arc toward Niall's neck.

'Shit!' Niall's gaze widened, completely caught off guard. Just as the blade was about to cleave his neck, it was suddenly stopped by some invisible force that wouldn't budge no matter how hard Atticus tried.

"Now, now, you should take it easy. The time is up already. You wouldn't want to kill your newly acquired slave, would you?"

The sovereign descended slowly, landing gently on the ground. A small smile was on his face as he noticed the coldness in Atticus's eyes.

'He has been at death's door constantly these past three weeks, and he didn't hesitate to take the chance when he saw it,' the sovereign thought, feeling an intense wave of goosebumps pass through his body.

Normally, for someone who had constantly been under the threat of death, there would be at least a moment of hesitation if they got a chance to kill the person who had been trying to kill them.

It was the most logical thing to happen. There should be an underlying fear that would have formed toward Niall, who had been trying to kill him, but Atticus displayed no such fear or hesitation. He saw the chance and immediately took it.

'Niall would have died if I hadn't interfered,' the sovereign mused.

If it had been any other weapon, then Niall might have survived. However, 'That katana is special.'

"Sovereign! I can still—" Niall started, but before he could finish, a palpable aura descended on the area, and his figure was abruptly slammed brutally against the ground, a splatter of blood instantly drenching the earth.

"Do you plan on going back on your word?"

The sovereign said succinctly. He didn't release his bloodlust, nor did he unleash any battle intent.