Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 183 Scythe

Chapter 183 Scythe

Looking at the swarm of monsters and the battle raging down below, many individuals would have called this scene chaotic and truly it was, but the only thing Atticus could see was the perfect reason to let go.

Atticus form tore through the atmosphere, his figure hurtling through space.

Unlike every other time, Atticus had always made sure to land gently on the ground any time he was falling from a high place, but this time around, his landing was anything but gentle.

His form plummeted from the skies, crashing onto the center of the earthen hill like a meteor's impact.

BOOOM!!!

The earth quaked. Every single one of the youths who were initially engaged in battle almost lost their balance as the earthen platform trembled with uncontrolled intensity.

Hundreds of beasts who were dashing up the hill to get to the top all lost their footing, tumbling and creating an avalanche of falling creatures.

Every one of the youths stopped fighting as they all turned their gazes towards the white haired boy standing in the middle of the hill.

In an instant and by simply landing, the entire chaotic battlefield was halted by one boy, Atticus Ravenstein.

Before each of the youths had the chance to comprehend what had just happened, hundreds of beasts swiftly filled the void Atticus's impact had created, their razor sharp teeth and fiery red eyed forms lunging at Atticus, who stood unflinching, his cold gaze forward.

The sheer sight of hundreds of rabid creatures converging from all directions would terrify most people, but Atticus wasn't an ordinary individual.

Undaunted, Atticus took a casual step forward.

It was a word less command, but it was as though it were divined by the Gods them selves.

In an instant, the initially rock hard earth seemed to ripple, radiating outwards like a celestial wave, and instantaneously hundreds of spikes gutted out, their forms cutting through the air in every direction. They brutally penetrated every single one of the beasts from every conceivable angle, reducing their once menacing forms to mere wisps of ephemeral nothingness.

Without missing a beat, Atticus took another commanding step forward.

The earth responded instantly as though it were a irrevocable decree.

It flowed like an avalanche descending a mountain, covering the entire width of the hill. The beasts, initially darting upwards, were sent tumbling downwards in an earth like avalanche.

Atticus took another step forward, the earth instantly gutting out from underneath him, shooting his form up into the air heading towards the bottom of the hill where hundreds of beasts were conveniently clustered together.

High above the air, Atticus's airborne form emitted wisps of steam as he began his descent towards the earth.

"Let go," Atticus muttered with a large exhale, and as if tuned into his thoughts, Atticus's figure instantaneously combusted in mid air, a fiery storm enveloping him in a tumultuous dance of flames.

Then, Atticus's form hit the earth.

BOOOOOM!!

The aftermath was nothing short of cataclysmic. A storm of fire erupted from the point of impact, radiating outwards like a relentless tsunami of scorching fury.

The entire area within 100 meters of Atticus was swallowed by the fiery tempest.

There were no anguished cries from the beasts, no chance for escape, no futile struggle. Everything within 100 meters away from Atticus was instantly reduced to ashes, none having any chance to react.

In the aftermath, Atticus stood as a solitary figure amidst the smoldering ruins, his entire form enveloped in a raging cloak of flames that danced with an otherworldly intensity.

The once vibrant landscape within the 100 meter radius now lay charred and blackened, a haunting testament to the ferocity of the power he had unleased.

The air around him crackled with residual heat, and the eerie silence that followed underscored the sheer magnitude of devastation he had wrought.

Gazing at the rabid beasts who were already filling up the void his fiery storm had made, their forms dashing towards him like an unstoppable force. His expression remained the same as he started walking slowly towards the approaching horde. Each deliberate step he took left flaming foot indentations on the earth beneath him.

With a wordless command, the earth beneath Atticus responded with a mesmerizing dance, swirling around him in a synchronized choreography.

Some parts clung to the back of his legs, others ascended through his torso, converging on the back of his hands.

The earth coalesced on the back of his hands as they formed and molded into the shape of blades that traced from his elbows to his wrists, on both hands.

Simultaneously, the back of his legs mirrored this transformation, earth crafted blades taking shape and gracefully descending to his heels.

As these earthen blades solidified, a portion of the flames enveloping Atticus's form responded in kind.

They converged at the edges, their temperature spiking until the borders glowed with a whitish brilliance. And in an instant, the edges of the blade turned razor sharp.

Atticus issued another wordless command. And instantly, behind his form, hundreds of tiny flaming orbs flickered to life, their diminutive sizes exponentially expanding with each passing millisecond.

In an instant, they reached colossal proportions, each fire ball appearing on the brink of bursting with unbridled power, painting the sky in a vivid crimson hue.

Through out this spectacular display of power, Atticus's expression did not once change.

Just as the relentless beasts got a few meters closer to Atticus, his form abruptly vanished, instantaneously appearing 100 meters away from his initial position.

Time it self seemed to freeze as all of the monsters initially swarming towards Atticus stood frozen in place, with some suspended in mid air.

And then, without even so much as a sound, lines of fire materialized on every single inch of each forms of the beasts who were still frozen in place.

The ensuing spectacle unfolded as if Atticus wielded an otherworldly scythe.

And as though chopping onions, each form of the beast suddenly fragmented into uncountable pieces.