Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1495

Chapter 1495: Stop

Atticus stood high up on a balcony, overlooking the entire city.

Just seconds ago, the city had been enveloped in a brooding silence. Many of the resistance gods had trembled at the thought of the Redflame descent. All hope had been lost before the battle even began.

However, a few words from the golden woman, whose appearance was every bit like a goddess, had changed everything.

The resistance gods and champions gritted their teeth, eyes blazing. They wore resolute expressions as they marched towards the edge of the city. Weapons were drawn, wills flaring and rising into the air.

The air in the city grew suffocating as everyone gripped their weapons tight, staring at the approaching Redflames.

Yet, Atticus couldn’t take his eyes off Anorah in the sky. Just moments ago, he had gone on about how alike they were, both willing to go far for revenge. But Atticus was starting to see the difference too.

’She’s a good leader.’

Atticus wouldn’t have cared about rallying his people. Insane battle sense and strategy were his things, cringe speeches, not so much.

He had never seen the need. Power was the solution to all. As long as he could draw his blade and take the heads of his enemies, what good would speeches do?

Yet, for reasons elusive even to him, Atticus found himself gripping his chest. The words had somehow gotten to him. He didn’t care about the resistance or their goal. He didn’t care about their gods or champions either.

But what stirred his heart was something else... companionship.

Having people who shared your belief, who stood together against an overwhelming threat... it made Atticus’ heart pound.

’Companionship, huh.’

As the violent march of the Redflames drifted into his ears, Atticus fixed his eyes on the approaching army. A sea of scarlet covered the horizon, closing in from every direction.

The city fell into a grim silence, and the chant of the marching Redflames echoed across the land.

"Fire is dominion, and we are its hand!

Through flame, we rise!

Let the weak choke on ash!

Our will is fire! Our fire is law!

We scorch! We conquer! We endure!

In flame we trust, in ash we leave them!

Heat their bones! Burn their wills!

No mercy, only fire!

Bow or burn!

We carry the fire that never dies!"

The tremble of the resistance army intensified. Wills wavered, and eyes shook.

Above, Anorah’s glow intensified, bathing the resistance army in her warm light.

As they began to settle, a single command rang out.

"Fire."

Attacks left the fiery sea and filled the sky, raining towards the city.

They came from every direction and reflected in the terrified eyes of the resistance army. A grim silence blanketed the city, broken by a cry.

"Shield!"

Anorah’s will blasted from her, surrounding the entire city in a blinding radiance just as the attacks hit. Explosions tore through the sky.

Some attacks phased through the shield like it didn’t exist, bombarding the city. Champions who could still move acted quickly, creating shields from their wills to block them. Others simply tried their best to evade.

Through the chaos, Atticus’ eyes narrowed on Anorah.

’She’s affected.’

There was a slight sheen of sweat above her brows, and Atticus didn’t miss the change in her breathing. To defend against hundreds of viscounts with varying powers... it was shocking she was still standing.

’I have to help.’

A hand gripped his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. Atticus fixed his eyes on Whisker, who stared at him calmly.

"What are you doing?" Atticus asked.

"What does it look like?" Whisker said. "Stopping you from doing something stupid."

"Unless you have a better plan than killing innocents, let me go."

"Innocents, huh." Whisker chuckled under his breath. "You really have a biased way of seeing the world, you know that, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"You call these gods innocents... so what were the billions of Zorvans you butchered in cold blood? Volunteers?"

Atticus narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything.

Whisker shook his head, the smile on his face annoyingly casual.

"You only care because these ones are connected to your girlfriend. Be honest, if that link didn’t exist, you’d have slaughtered every one of them already. Tell me I’m wrong."

Atticus met Whisker’s unblinking eyes, then let out a quiet sigh.

"...No. You’re not."

He had accepted long ago that he wasn’t good. His ideals were flawed. His choices were rarely right, they were simply efficient.

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