Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground -
Chapter 1243: Hand Signs
The people of Surnix Hold had the power to manipulate mana based on their hand signs.
While the people of Eldoralth relied on their bloodline, which had been obtained by the world simply changing their inherent mana signature, hence the races, the people of Surnix Hold manipulated the mana to form anything they wanted. Magic, they called it.
It could be elemental, seals, curses, or it could be offensive and destructive powers. As long as the hand signs and way to move mana were learned, anything was possible.
The High Marshal’s travel was very brief. He had placed a teleportation seal around the beacon before he left, in case anything went wrong.
The High Marshal was glad he had done that. Now, he would be able to teach a junior that there were bigger things in the world.
High Marshal Dronvet appeared in a burst of blinding light that lit up the area. Despite its intensity, the beacon outshone it all.
As the light dimmed, the High Marshal and his most trusted general, Korosim, came into view.
Dronvet’s gaze instantly found his target, the child god. Atticus had created distance from the beacon as soon as he sensed his arrival.
“Good instincts,” the High Marshal praised. But not even a second passed before the scent of charred flesh reached his nose.
The High Marshal noticed the massive kilometers wide crater sprawled below his hovering form at that moment.
His gaze lowered down to its middle. There, a few meters away from the blinding beacon, a blackened figure lay, headless, body utterly charred to the bone. He was dead.
High Marshal Dronvet’s expression darkened. A subtle killing intent seeped out from his figure.
There was no one amongst the army of Surnix Hold who didn’t know how much the High Marshal cherished his soldiers. He treated them like family.
The High Marshal closed his eyes for a moment, placing a palm on his chest. He looked as though he was giving a silent send off to an honorable soldier.
“Collect his body,” he said after a moment.
“Yes, High Marshal.” Korosim vanished from his side and appeared beside the fallen soldier. He placed a palm on his chest, sending out a silent prayer.
Then his hand blurred as he let out multiple hand signs. A light engulfed the charred body, and it vanished.
By the time Korosim appeared by Dronvet’s side again, the High Marshal had turned his full attention onto the child god.
“The name of the man you just killed was Kelasinus. He was a good man.”
As High Marshal Dronvet spoke, he slowly unbuttoned his large coat. His eyes never once left Atticus, who had been calmly watching them since.
“He and his twin joined my army when they were just young ones, like you. I saw their promise, and I took them under my wing. And today, they became soldiers strong enough to represent their entire world. There’s no greater honor than dying with that burden on your shoulders.”
He finished unbuttoning his coat. He removed it and handed it to Korosim.
Without his coat, the High Marshal’s body was on full display. Broad, rippling muscles like steel, utterly well built. Despite his old appearance, his body was brimming with vigor.
“My name is High Marshal Dronvet Vaxilom. And I am the god of Surnix Hold.”
A second passed before a response came.
“Atticus.”
“Atticus,” Dronvet echoed. It was a powerful name. Ambitious.
He took a step forward, and the air grew heavy.
“There’s only one end for those who harm my soldiers.” His voice had become cold. Gone was the calm and composed Marshal everyone had known. Now, he was nothing but a warlord out for blood.
“Atticus,” he said. “I am going to kill you.”
Dronvet’s killing intent flooded the entire space. His arm blurred in front of him, moving with a speed Korosim and the others could never hope to match.
“Banner of Conqueror.”
Dronvet ignited in a burst of blue light. It plunged downward into the earth, spreading outwards until a sigil of a war flag, spanning at least a kilometer, had formed on the ground.
Atticus had taken off into the skies before the sigil had formed. His hand held his katana tightly, and his cold eyes were focused downwards, where multiple changes were beginning to occur.
’So that’s how their power works.’
It went without saying that the powers of the people of Surnix Hold, and even other worlds were unknown to him.
On a normal day, Atticus would’ve attacked the High Marshal instead of simply watching him give a useless speech.
But he had wanted to see how their powers worked. He learned best during battle, but gods were different. A slight mistake and everything could end swiftly.
’They use hand signs to manipulate the mana.’ It was a power system that was inherently different from Eldoralth’s, but it was no less dangerous than it.
Atticus fixed his eyes on the changes the High Marshal’s spell had just brought.
The world had turned crimson.
A red dome had enveloped the entire kilometers wide space. The mana density within this dome had skyrocketed to unimaginable heights, and they all seemed to be under the control of one person: the High Marshal, Dronvet.
He appeared like a second sun next to the beacon. His presence, like a god among men.
’His subordinates were affected too…’
A female soldier had appeared by Korosim’s side and was staring at him with icy gazes. Atticus ignored them.
Instead, he was more focused on the large increase in power that Dronvet’s spell had just given them. Their overall mana had increased, down to even their will.
Atticus heard a loud bang, followed by a streak of light tearing towards him in the sky. Before it could reach him, the light seemed to regain its balance, skidding to a stop just in front of him.
Atticus’s eyes landed on Aric. His figure didn’t appear injured, save for his battered right arm that looked like it had blocked a crushing blow.
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