Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1476

Chapter 1476: Lessers

The princess shook her head. It didn’t matter.

The princess’ will was barely more than a flicker. She felt pain shoot through her from every movement.

And though they were surrounded by multiple Viscounts and their champions, whose power dwarfed hers by a large margin, the princess still lifted her chin to the sky, eyes cold.

"The hell do you fools want?"

The scorched forest turned dead silent.

The eyes of the Redflames finally left Atticus and focused on the petite blonde who could barely stand.

"Pfft!" As one burst into laughter, the others followed.

"Who allowed a child to participate in this game?"

"I think the question should be what world is ruled by a child?"

Their laughter grew, and the forest was filled with the rumble of men, until it wasn’t.

"When I heard the name Redflames, I expected warriors. I expected heat. But all I see are panting dogs. You lot are proof that fire can burn bright and still be pathetic."

The laughter froze in their throats. Many stared, as though trying to comprehend what they’d just heard. Had she just called them... panting dogs?

The air grew hotter.

"Oi, little girl. Do yo—"

One took a step forward, eyes burning, but was held back by another with a calmer demeanor.

"Child." He said, "We do not care for you or the other two. We’re here for him."

He gestured towards Atticus and his voice grew cold.

"Hand him over, and we don’t have to fight."

Lightning crackled across Magnus as he held Atticus tightly. But the princess only scoffed.

"A bunch of lessers making demands. I’ve never heard anything more absurd in my life."

She tilted her head slightly.

"These three are under my divine protection. Who the fuck do you think you are targeting any of them?"

The man’s expression twisted, and he released a breath, shaking his head.

"You will regret your decision."

His will blazed like fire and he vanished, flickering in front of Magnus, hand whipping towards Atticus.

A golden light ignited between them as the princess appeared in a swirl, leg snapping toward his head.

"Slow."

The man ducked, evading the kick that tore past his face. He stomped forward, will spiraling around his fist as he drove it forward.

The princess’ eyes constricted. She crossed her hands, forming a flickering shield just as the attack crashed into it.

It held for a second before the flaming fist tore right through, hitting her crossed arms in a storm of fire. She careened back as fire engulfed her.

Yet, despite her pain, in that split second, her hand reached out and grabbed Atticus’ arm just as she tore back in a streak of gold.

Clutching him tightly, she skipped across the scorched ground before crashing into a cliffside, carving a deep crater.

"Fuck!"

The princess threw up another mouthful of blood, gasping. Dust clouded her vision, but the roars of explosions and footsteps approaching her told her just how dire the situation was.

Moving felt like she was trying to lift the world. Yet, she gritted her teeth and shakily stood to her feet.

’W-where am I?’

The princess felt something in her grip and glanced down.

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