Chapter 442 Tingle

Chapter 442 Tingle

Atticus had always been careful from the outset. This was how he had always been.

He could have chosen to engrave multiple grade one runes so he would be able to probably minimize his will, but Atticus had decided against that.

Apart from the fact that the material he could engrave on was very limited, Atticus could feel the scorching heat of the massive fireballs approaching him. It wasn't something a grade one rune shield could block, not even close.

So he had decided to be careful from the outset and go with a grade 2 rune despite the strain. But Atticus would have never expected what happened next to happen.

One second elapsed, the massive fireballs landing with force.

The shield emitted a chorus of metallic clangs as the fireballs bombarded its surface, the sound reminiscent of a blacksmith hammering molten metal on an anvil.

Atticus's assumption had been completely accurate; the wave of fire was cataclysmic.

It engulfed the entire area in a scorching wave of fire. If not for the rune shield Atticus had made, their forms would've turned into nothing more than a charred mess already.

It didn't take long before it happened, something that shook Atticus to his core. The sound had been nonexistent, but the gravity of the situation made it as loud as a nuclear explosion.

A crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the shield.

'It's more powerful than an advanced+ rank!?'

"Atticus,"

It had been so abrupt and sudden that Atticus only had the chance to hear the soft and worried mutter of Aurora from behind him before a multitude of cracks started appearing on the shield. Updated from n0velb(i)n.c(o)/m

Atticus forcefully swung Aurora, who was trying to come to his front, behind him and deftly took off his trench coat, spreading it in front of him.

The intense wave of fire broke through the shield with great force, exploding in a raging inferno of scorching fire that swallowed everything up.

Atticus crossed his hand in front of him, enveloping his form with the trench coat, making sure Aurora was covered behind him.

At the next instant, the intense force of the fire blasted their forms away from the air in different directions as they separated in the air.

Atticus's figure was sent hurtling backward, his form engulfed in a torrent of fire and smoke like a leaf caught in a tempest of flames.

Especially now that his strength was being suppressed.

'I have to go after Aurora,'

Atticus shook his head profusely, clearing his thoughts from anything apart from this.

He shakily stood up, noting that his shoe had luckily survived the raging fire.

Atticus stretched out his hands and legs, rolling them and relieving their tensed forms.

'I can only engrave one grade one rune for now; any more and I would become demotivated,'

He turned towards the east, where he had seen Aurora fall.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, Atticus felt his spine tingle.

With lightning-fast moves and without hesitation, Atticus ducked and rolled, barely managing to dodge multiple laser beams that pierced the space he had been before.

'There're four of them,'

The dust from the earth had hardly cleared when Atticus instantly scanned the surroundings.

Atticus didn't waste a single second; there was nothing to think about. There were four enemies in the area, that was all he needed to know.

Atticus bit into his index finger, engraving the word "heal" onto one of the leftover pieces of his trench coat. He instantly channeled his mana into it, a green wave enveloping his form.

However, Atticus's injuries had been far too severe, not enough for a grade one rune to heal completely.

But for now, Atticus needed all the help he could get, no matter how little.

Atticus's action had been too swift and sudden, not giving the enemies enough time to fire at him a second time.

The green light faded just in time for Atticus cold gaze to land on the forms of the enemies.

Four large figures donned in a purple futuristic combat suit walked into the small clearing Atticus was in, each of their large gun-like weapons pointed straight at Atticus's form, their gazes radiating an intense crimson glow.