Novel Full Chapter 1256: Simple Plan
Chapter 1256: Simple Plan
Her voice rumbled again.
“Break his bones.”
The world listened. Her voice condensed into thousands of thin sonic lances, tearing towards Atticus from every single angle.
But Atticus’s Will only flared like a bonfire doused in fuel. It engulfed the lances, swallowing them whole and turning them into nothingness.
His cold golden eyes never stopped scanning the area, his mind spinning. He waited, for a clue, a mistake.
Even for a god, it was hard not to make a single one.
“Crush him.”
Her words had barely dropped when bubbles formed all over Atticus, then imploded into bursts of spheres that roared towards him, threatening to crush him.
But another flare of his Will was all it took to erase the attack completely.
Atticus’s eyes kept roaming, his figure calm.
Not a single speck of dust marred his form, despite having blocked so many world ending attacks.
“Your actions are futile, vile child.”
’I’ve turned into a vile child now?’
Atticus nearly chuckled at the pathetic attempt to get him riled up.
“Your negation power won’t work here. You won’t be able to touch my mana.”
Atticus frowned at her words.
’ I guess Quiet Flame was right. They were prepared.’
He had split his focus earlier. One part had been focused on finding a way to locate the woman god, the other had been studying the mana signature of this world.
Unfortunately, he had found out early that this was another world, the mana signature was different. And the woman god had prepared for his negation. She had taken full control over the mana in the surrounding hundreds of kilometers. Here, the mana signature was shifting rapidly.
The truth was, with Atticus’s increased intelligence, he could keep up. He could copy each new shift regardless. But the problem was, right after copying the current change, the signature would shift again, rendering his former negation energy obsolete.
’Not even Singularity…’
Singularity only worked if negation and mana truly clashed. But if the negation wasn’t absolute, then there was no true singularity.
“You should repent for your wrongs by giving up your life, vile child.”
Atticus came out of his thoughts at her hate filled words. ’She knows we’re at a standstill.’
It was obvious. She was trying to bait him into acting. She knew none of her attacks could get through to him. Attacks made of just mana… they were useless against his Will.
’
One of us will have to make a move.’
And it was obvious who it would be.
Silence descended for a moment. The tension soared. Atticus stood still, eyes calm, waiting, for what he knew was coming.
Her voice rumbled through the hall once more.
“Burn everything ahead.”
Atticus’s gaze snapped to the side. A raging storm of fire surged toward him, drowning the cavern in a crimson glow. The temperature spiked to unbearable levels.
Despite the sea of fire closing in, the calmness on Atticus’s face didn’t change.
He had heard clearly. He had seen everything.
She had said burn everything ahead,
in front of her. His quick turn had confirmed the starting point of the fire. That was it. The mistake he had been waiting for.
His crimson Will flared around him like raging flames before collapsing and converging into his blade.
Atticus ignored the fire entirely. He was fire. It could do no harm to him.
He moved.
A streak of crimson tore through the sea of fire like a blade through silk, shooting toward one part of the spread dark grey Will.
Atticus’s blade met it in a sharp thrust. The impact thudded like a detonation. A wave of force blasted out, and like hot iron through brittle steel, Atticus pierced through, surging into the Will.
But there was no other contact. No piercing of flesh. No scream of pain at having her Will pierced.
Not even a moment passed before laughter rumbled through the hall.
“Men were always so stupid. Falling for such a simple trap.”
Atticus felt her Will collapsing around him. And before he could wrap his entire body in his Will, her voice boomed
“Split the world.”
A radiant arc appeared. It phased through Atticus like a scanning light.
His gaze trembled as he felt a disconnect in his lower body. He glanced down, and his heart froze.
A thin line stretched across his waist.
The loud sound of the woman god laughing was the only thing that echoed, as his lower body split cleanly from the rest.
There was a moment of silence before the woman god suddenly appeared in front of the fallen Atticus, her eyes cold.
Unlike the other warriors, she wore gold plated armor that clung to her figure. Her beauty was one that could start wars, flawless obsidian skin, long black hair that flowed behind her, and golden eyes that burned with disdain. She was regal. Deadly.
She gazed at Atticus the way one might look at an insignificant ant. Still, in the corner of her gaze was satisfaction. Her plan had worked.
It was simple. Yes, she had baited Atticus into striking her Will. But she had chosen her words, burn everything ahead, intentionally. She knew Atticus would mark the origin of the flames and assume it was her location.
What he’d pierced wasn’t her will. It was a section of her Will that she had swapped out with a barrier. It had done nothing to her. Meanwhile, Atticus had converged his Will into his sword, leaving the rest of his body exposed.
That single exposed moment was all she needed.
A strike from her Will, and that was it.
The woman god sneered.
“Your kind were never meant to rule,” she spat. “Always so stupid… brazen… useless. Led by nothing but your urges, always chasing after power, battle, and anything with legs to copulate with.” Her eyes narrowed. “My name is Empress Valea. Die knowing that your world will be in good hands—”
Just then, a voice cut her off. One that made her heart freeze.
“You talk too much.”
A streak of crimson tore through the haze of fire that still blanketed the space.
Before Empress Valea could react, it surged through the exact spot Atticus had pierced before, flashing through the air in a blink.
Her eyes widened as her gaze landed on the approaching figure.
Atticus.
“How!?”