Chapter 632 Erupted

Chapter 632 Erupted

The first figure was none other than the vizier to the sovereign, Niall! Niall's expression currently mirrored exactly what he was feeling: desperation!

He was desperate beyond measure. The bet he made with the sovereign was the only thing constantly playing in his mind.

Today, this battle would be their last, and it would determine whether or not he would become a slave to a teenage human boy.

Niall was desperate. He was frightened!

So much so that he decided to do something he never thought he would ever do—cheat.

'I'll just use a little bit more power,' he thought.

It was disgraceful, something that would make him unable to lift his head proudly ever again. But Niall didn't want to be a slave to Atticus, especially not after he had tried to kill the boy! Who knew for sure how he'd react?

However, just as he was about to call upon more strength, Niall suddenly felt his spine tingle. The feeling of death that Atticus had been experiencing these past weeks hit him like a tidal wave.

Niall felt a gaze staring at him. It was undoubtedly from an incredible distance, but to Niall, it felt as though it was right next to him.

'T-the s-sovereign?'

The sovereign had anticipated what he wanted to do and had sent a warning.

The abrupt change in the battle's pace caused Atticus's gaze to narrow. He could see that Niall was distracted by something but didn't care about the reason.

An opening was an opening.

Atticus's aura surged, and he blasted forward, swinging his katana in an arc toward Niall's neck.

'Shit!' Niall's gaze widened, completely caught off guard. Just as the blade was about to cleave his neck, it was suddenly stopped by some invisible force that wouldn't budge no matter how hard Atticus tried.

"Now, now, you should take it easy. The time is up already. You wouldn't want to kill your newly acquired slave, would you?"

Atticus didn't see or even feel the movement. He simply found himself in a dark space with nothingness all around him.

Atticus sheathed his katana and looked around.

The past three weeks of training had shaped his demeanor. Most already knew him to be cold before, but now, he was colder than ice.

He currently had absolutely no expression on his face as he observed his surroundings, his hand tightly gripping his katana hilt.

But he didn't have to wait long; the darkness receded, and the scene changed.

And then, Atticus saw a scene that immediately made his skull go numb.

Avalon stood in the middle of a battlefield, on his knees, with an entirely battered and bloodied body.

A man stood in front of him with a maniacal grin. It was a face that Atticus could never forget, the same bastard who had shot him in the head back on Earth.

It was an extremely odd scene because the man currently had the same gun he had killed him with—pointed straight at Avalon's head.

An ordinary Glock 18 against a grandmaster+ rank? It would be a comical scene to many, something to laugh about.

But currently, there was not a single smile on Atticus's face. Only one thing: absolute horror.

From the depths of his soul, Atticus screamed, "NO!" his legs instinctively moving forward.

However, the man simply turned and flashed Atticus a grin he was all too familiar with. That was the last thing Atticus saw before a loud bang permeated the space.

Atticus's initial running figure slowed, his legs moving forward one by one. His hands were stretched forward, and his eyes were wide open.

His heart was beating in dull booms as he stared at Avalon's lifeless figure on the floor.

A few seconds of utter silence passed before Atticus erupted.

"YOU BASTARD!!!"