Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1365

Chapter 1365: Motel

"He’s right, bond." Ozeroth smirked. "It’s embarrassing to worry so much about people that will end up beneath our feet. You’re my bond, never lower your head."

There was a silence as eyes focused on Kancilot, who flinched in shock.

"W-what?" The aged king stammered.

"We all said something. You’re part of the team, it’s only natural you speak." Whisker said as though stating the obvious.

Kancilot scowled. He glanced at Atticus and took another gulp. Though different emotions went through the monster’s eyes, it didn’t change the iciness of his stare. He felt his skin prickling just by having Atticus’s attention on him.

Kancilot cleared his throat, stroking his beard as though to think.

"On Kariot we have a saying; one shield shatters, a wall of shields endures. You have powerful and amazing people with you, your eminence. And also the greatest king in history as your bodyguard. There’s nothing we cannot endure together."

"Hmm, a bit cringe, but nicely said." Whisker gave him a thumbs up.

"Not bad." Ozeroth muttered with a frown, then added in a barely imperceptible voice, "I should’ve used an adage." He clicked his tongue.

"Thank you." Atticus let out a deep breath and smiled.

Whisker waved, Ozeroth grunted and Kancilot bowed.

"I’ll explain everything when I figure it out," Atticus said, moving to settle on the motel bed.

He was about to close his eyes to meditate when a weird feeling ignited through his body. His perception sharpened, the world around him stilling as if frozen.

’We’re under attack.’

His hand closed tight around his remaining will stones. He was about to reach for his will, when something inside him roared.

He couldn’t understand what it was, or where it came from. However, Atticus took it seriously.

The world was slow, yet Ozeroth, Whisker, and Kancilot had felt it too, their bodies already moving. Atticus’s sharp voice cut across the stillness.

’Don’t use your wills.’

Eyes turned towards Atticus, questioning.

But Atticus didn’t say anything. He only moved.

He hissed past the group, appearing by the door. The mana within him churned, and his arms blurred in front of him, drawing multiple runes mid air.

The words spread around the room before transforming into a radiant shield that engulfed the group.

The door exploded.

A massive golden beam tore through, screaming into the room. Its light devoured everything, turning the world into a blinding sun. Then, it hit the shield like a hammer against unbreakable glass.

A golden explosion ripped outward, blasting walls, ceiling, and floor into shrapnel. The motel was reduced to fragments in an instant.

However, the shield held. As suddenly as it came, the brilliance dispersed, fading into the choking haze that engulfed the area.

The purple hue of Atticus’s gaze shone through the haze. He saw everything. Where the attack had come from, who had attacked. And more importantly, the next attack.

Just up ahead, another beam of gold had just burst into the thick haze, screaming towards them.

’I can’t use my will stones.’

"Vorpal Nova."

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