Chapter 469 Anymore
The second youth raised his head from his bow, "But according to your assessments, more would be needed,"
"Yes, in order to be fully prepared for all possible scenarios," Zezazeus couldn't help but replay the devastating scene of Atticus defeating the 100 rankers of the second year in an instant.
He had planned a more easier and straightforward way of showing him his place, but after witnessing that scene, his plans changed completely.
"What about the alliance, young master?" The youth asked.
"We need to regain our strength before we start meeting up. The only reason they listened to my request was because we had a common enemy and I was able to convince them that we would need each other.
"Any slight show of weakness in an alliance as fickle as this would be foolish."
Seeing the youth nod, he continued,
"Any sign of our hunters?" Zezazeus asked.
"No, young master, nothing yet. They might have chosen not to come after us when they saw who we were."
"Perhaps. Regardless, I need enough points to fully unlock my bloodline. Let's shift our strategy and go after the bone race warriors."
Despite the fact that Zezazeus had all his bloodline abilities restricted, an Enigmalnk was still an Enigmalnk. Their intelligence was deeply rooted into their beings. Just like Atticus, Zezazeus was also able to utilize Aerokinesis.
Seeing the youth nod, Zezazeus clicked on his artifact and navigated to his locked bloodline section, his eyes looking through each of his bloodline abilities, divided and given individual prices.
With swift movements, he chose the ability, Enhanced Intelligence, and instantly paid for it.
Zezazeus's gaze seemed to take on a low glow as he felt his mind working at a fast speed incomparable to seconds before.
"Should do for now," Zezazeus muttered under his breath. After which he gestured to the bodies of the assailants he had just killed.
The both of them had large ears with intricate markings on top of them, along with a large headset covering their ears. A touch of greenish hair adorned their heads.
With a small smile on his face, one of the youths, who was undoubtedly the figure of Sonorous Resonara, the Resonara third year who had been with Gerald when the latter had fought Atticus because of Seraphin, turned his gaze upwards and faced the direction of the beacon.
"Is that what you were waiting for, young master?" The second Resonara youth suddenly inquired from behind, causing Sonorous's smile to widen.
"This should be fun," without offering a single response, Sonorous muttered under his breath before his artifact lit up in a low glow, his figure shooting forward toward the beacon.
The second youth let out a small sigh before also following behind him.
All around the forest, a multitude of students saw the beacon from a far distance away. There were three prominent reactions.
Some knew exactly what it was and had been expecting it, immediately setting out towards the beacon. Some had no idea what it was but made the stupid mistake of deciding to check out what it was.
While the majority of youths completely steered clear of the area. They were smart enough to figure out that something was going on in that area and had no intention of getting caught up in it.
Amongst these reactions, Atticus and Aurora were amongst the latter. While he was confident of taking care of the students, Atticus was still intensely wary of the bone race. It could be a trap, and he had no intention of walking into it because of confidence.
And just like that, the day passed.
At this point in time, the whole forest was filled with warriors of the bone race roaming about the forest.
The day that the academy had given to them that had been specified in the rules had long since passed, and they had actively started hunting the students.
At first, Atticus wanted to completely avoid any kind of altercation with them.
He had undoubtedly killed an important figure, and considering the fact that he had used said person's body to escape, they knew exactly who killed him. Atticus wouldn't be surprised if they were actively searching for him.
He had been avoiding any contact with them because he felt it was too much of a risk. But now, it was getting increasingly harder every day, and it reached a point where he couldn't avoid them anymore.