Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 839

Chapter 839 Good Luck

For a moment, the world froze. Silence blanketed the battlefield like a suffocating fog.

Then it happened.

An immense force crashed into the heads of the twins and their spirits simultaneously, snapping their skulls violently to the side.

And then, with a brutal, explosive burst, the heads of both the spirits and their human partners detonated.

Blood, fragments, and glowing energy erupted, spraying across the battlefield. The once-proud and powerful spirits dissolved into nothingness, their presence erased from existence.

The battlefield fell into stunned silence once again.

The twins and their spirits were gone, wiped out in an instant, their combined power rendered utterly meaningless.

In the midst of the carnage, Atticus's figure reappeared. His swirling purple and blue eyes flickered with a relentless, predatory calm.

He hovered in the air with an unnerving stillness, as if the destruction he had unleashed was merely a passing thought.

As the headless bodies of the twins plummeted to the ground, Atticus turned his gaze to Veylor.

Veylor had regained his balance after the brutal uppercut earlier, and had only just returned to the battlefield. Yet, as he took in the sight before him, he froze.

The motes of light, what remained of his spirit, floated away like ash in the wind. The headless bodies of the twins, fell lifelessly from the sky.

Veylor's expression was blank, lost. Everything he had struggled to achieve in his life had crumbled to dust in seconds.

The men he had brought here today were the pillars of the Crimson Vow, its backbone and its strength. Without them, the Crimson Vow was nothing.

At first, he and many of his subordinates had been baffled by his decision to bring so much manpower just to kill a single 17-year-old boy. Apex or not, it felt absurd, even to him.

But something deep within him had warned him to be cautious. That the boy wasn't to be underestimated.

Veylor was the type of man who always listened to his instincts; they had never failed him before. Because of this, he had chosen to be careful, to prepare thoroughly.

And as it turned out, he had been right to be cautious, right to bring everything he had. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

But his instincts had failed him in one crucial way.

They hadn't warned him that he shouldn't just be cautious of this boy. They should have screamed at him to run, to flee as far away from this monster as possible.

The memory of his subordinates mocking his over-preparedness appeared in his mind.

And he smiled.

"Pfft…"

Suddenly, an intense laughter erupted from Veylor, echoing across the underground world.

It was too much for a 17-year-old? Only one of them was enough? They should have sent their master ranks?

Despite the dreadful situation, Veylor laughed harder than ever before, the comments of his subordinates playing over and over in his head.

'I fucked up,' the thought repeated, and his laughter only grew louder.

He had made a colossal mistake.

He shouldn't have messed with this monster. He should've minded his own business, should've continued doing what he had always done.

In fact, he should have retired.

If he had done that, at least he wouldn't be here, facing this nightmare.

But no. He had been overconfident.

He hadn't done enough research.

He had been arrogant.

He had bitten off more than he could chew.

And now, he was paying the ultimate price.

Veylor felt an intense weakness ravage his body. His spirit was dead, and with it, the immense boost to his strength was gone. His power plummeted to staggering levels, leaving him vulnerable, yet his laughter only grew louder.

His bloodshot gaze and manic expression made him look like a madman.