Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1342

Chapter 1342: Ball

The countless scales on both serpents exploded into expanding rings of heat that continuously collided. A thick haze formed as the outer flames met the inner cold, but no one focused on it.

Instead, all eyes converged on Atticus.

Nerrot gulped.

’H-he copied it.’ He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. Atticus had copied it in less than a second, before he had even fired it.

From the utter silence in the area, it was clear even the wall of warriors were beyond shocked. Nerrot felt a weight like no other slam against his will. He gritted his teeth.

’Father... the Count...’

He could feel their dissatisfaction, like a heavy weight on his soul.

"Team Baron Nerrot failed to land a hit. Team God Atticus successfully defended. Zero strikes for Baron Nerrot."

"Team God Atticus, are you ready?"

"Yes," Ozeroth was the one who answered.

"Begin."

Nerrot was snapped out of his reverie instantly. He sent a firm glance towards his subordinate.

"Don’t fail me, Jargon."

"You can leave it to me, my liege." Jargon bowed slightly and turned his gaze towards Ozeroth, eyes cold.

’I can’t fail.’ He repeated it to himself. Jargon knew what was at stake, and had no intention of failing. He would defend whatever attack came, no matter what.

’What will he use?’ He waited for Ozeroth.

Jargon was sure Ozeroth would try something explosive, something insane. After they’d lost their turn, it was the smartest move to make.

’But it won’t matter.’ Jargon was confident. Aside from the fact that Atticus was the only threat here, with the Embergaze, Jargon was certain he could copy anything Ozeroth could muster.

’He’s moving. Embergaze.’

His eyes flashed red as Ozeroth stretched out a palm.

Ozeroth didn’t speak, but his will converged in front of him. In the next moment, a golden ball suddenly formed.

’What is this...?’

Jargon was visibly surprised, even Nerrot. This was the last thing they’d expected. He had been anticipating something explosive and powerful. But this... was a golden ball?

It remained golden and ball shaped for only a moment before its color shifted to white and its shape became rectangular, then green and square.

Jargon’s eyes narrowed. ’It’s constantly shifting.’

Aside from color and shape, it was constantly changing its nature too. Fire at one moment, earth at another, then air.

Using the Embergaze, he tried to see through its nature, only to freeze.

’H-how...’

Its effects were simple, but the process of it’s creation was far from it. It was as though Jargon was staring at a century’s worth of coding. All he could see were numbers, countless, overwhelming numbers.

’I’m supposed to copy this?’

Jargon struggled to process the sheer magnitude of the art. He couldn’t imagine the processing power needed to make something like this.

As he struggled to comprehend reality, the art blasted forward at speed, hurtling towards Nerrot.

"Jargon!"

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Nerrot’s sharp cry. He turned to see his master staring at him with a cold gaze.

Jargon gulped. He was a warrior, a monster on the battlefield. Yet, he’d never felt so small in his life.

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