Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1507

Chapter 1507: Lunatic

"There he is! The useless lord!"

"That disgraceful lord!"

"Atticus Ravenstein must answer for his crimes!"

"Cut him down!"

"Drag him out!"

"Get him!"

The ground shook beneath Atticus’ feet as millions of men, women, and children clad in beast skin marched toward him, roaring at the top of their lungs.

Each one bared at least one weapon. Many held bone clubs, others brandished broken spears, sharpened stones, rusted kitchen knives, dented pans, and one particularly deranged man was brandishing what looked suspiciously like... a giant fish.

’What... what is happening?’

The group had gone alert, and Atticus felt all eyes on him, questioning. It was clear at this point that he was their sole target.

"Did you offend an entire race of people and didn’t tell me, my star actor?" Whisker said, frowning slightly. He looked genuinely wounded that such a legendary feat had happened without him witnessing it.

"These puny nothings dare bare arms against the great Ozeroth!? I’ll show them their place!" Ozeroth roared, stepping forward.

But Ozerra was right on his tail. "The great Ozerra will put them in their place!"

"Don’t you dare steal my glory!"

"You’re the one stealing my glory!"

As Ozeroth and Ozerra began bickering, Atticus felt Anorah, Whisker, and Magnus’ stares on him. Their gazes were telling, what do we do?

Atticus glanced at the approaching army. Their eyes were murderous, filled with nothing but lethal intent. Though they looked like ordinary people without a shred of power or will, their killing intent was unmistakable.

He recognized none of them, and he wasn’t about to let a bunch of randoms run his people down. For all he knew, this was a trap.

His hand reached for his katana as his eyes grew cold.

"We retaliate."

Whisker grinned, while a hesitant light flashed in Anorah and Magnus’ eyes. But Atticus’ blade had already left its sheath.

A single streak of light, and the thousands charging at the front staggered to a stop, eyes widening. Hairline cracks split across their torsos a heartbeat later, widening as crimson mist seeped out.

The roar of their charge died instantly, replaced by the wet, sickening thunder of thousands of bodies hitting the ground at once.

A deafening silence descended.

Shattered, seconds later, by more deafening screams.

The remaining crowd’s eyes glowed red as they raised their absurd variety of weapons.

"Get him! He’s evil!"

"An evil lord!"

"He must die!"

They stepped over the blood and gore of their dead, splashing it around their bodies in a messy spray. With even more ferocity, they charged toward the group.

’Suit yourself.’

Atticus prepared to move, but a panel of light suddenly shone before his eyes. He froze, squinting.

’What is this...?’

He read its contents.

"Ten thousand six hundred and thirty civilians are dead. Will density and territory reach are being adjusted accordingly."

Atticus froze.

’Civilians?’

"Die, puny insects!"

Ozeroth burst into golden light, but Atticus immediately appeared beside him, gripping his shoulder.

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