年轻漂亮的继坶少妇

Chapter 489 Softly

Sure, the instructors were in charge of choosing the theme during every summit; this didn\'t change. The only difference here was Oberon.

He had set the rules, told the Enigmalnk instructor exactly what to do and say, manipulating them to believe that they had been the one to choose the theme of the summit.

And among those rules that he had set, Magnus had added something: the optional objective that Atticus had seen among the rules.

Any sane person who saw that rule would instantly believe it to be impossible. Which was why it shouldn\'t be too much of a surprise for Oberon to ask this.

However, Magnus turned his gaze away before answering succinctly, "You already know the reason."

Oberon gazed at Magnus for a few seconds without saying anything. Having someone with a gaze like Oberon\'s on you would at the very least make many nervous, but Magnus remained completely undaunted.

Oberon smiled.

"I see. You\'re using their Ossarch to expose him to the power of a grandmaster. Mortrex would truly have to be a fool to miss this opportunity,"

His words were like arrows, hitting their mark with unerring accuracy. No one in the room had even comprehended or tried to comprehend Magnus\'s actions.

Anyone who saw this would assume a grandfather was trying to teach his grandson a lesson, giving him an impossible task, but Oberon had thought about the underlying meaning in his actions in just a second.

Oberon didn\'t have to turn to observe Magnus; he knew he got it right. He was just that confident.

After this, Oberon simply turned to look at the screen displaying Atticus, his index finger tapping the armrest of the throne he was on, muttering under his breath,

"I actually did like Zeza, such a shame."

His mutter was completely covered by the sounds of the deafening cheers that suddenly sounded from the coliseum.

…

The whole city of the bone race was raging, many fuming. They had just recently found out about what the human, Atticus, did and why they were chasing him.

Apart from the fact that he had brutally killed one of their princes, he had actually dared to sneak into their city and commit another massacre?

The city\'s outrage was palpable. The members of the bone race had always been warriors from their roots. It was the advent of technological advancement that dulled their spirit.

It was in their blood, their hearts, and their minds, from children to old and worn-out elderly men and women. They each wanted nothing more than to storm the forest and search for Atticus themselves, the gates of the city getting flooded with people of the bone race in an instant.

To add fuel to the flames, no one knew where it came from nor who started it, but the image of Atticus, his real face, found itself on top of every single citizen\'s and soldier\'s communication artifacts, along with much other information about him.

Now that they knew what he looked like, it didn\'t take long for the raging people to reach the gates and instantly storm into the forest.

No one knew where they were going or where Atticus was, but it was as though they didn\'t care.

Each of them held any weapon they could find in their hands, each as pathetic as the last.

At the top of a very large and imposing skyscraper, the figure of Vertebrae Ossara stood with hands clasped behind his back as he stared at the citizens raging below.

The figure of a man donned in the same white suit and cloak as the warriors of the Ossara family, knelt down in respect and reverence behind him.

"It has been done, my lord. I\'ve spread the image and details of the human to the masses," the man on his knees suddenly spoke up, causing Vertebrae\'s lips to curl up into a small smile.

"Where is Spineus?"

"He\'s currently hot on the human\'s trail, my lord, closing in fast."

Despite the fact that Atticus had been able to pull one over them, using his space element to get past the shield, thereby delaying them for a bit, they had immediately deactivated the shield and continued the chase immediately.

"Good. Now Spineus would have the perfect stage. All he has to do now is finish this,"

Vertebrae\'s plan was quite simple: fan the flames and let the masses completely hate Atticus, turning him into public enemy number one.

Then, should someone, like Spineus, defeat him in front of all of them, they would all jubilate.

Many other city officials and guards had, of course, gone after him too, but Spineus was the closest.

In the middle of the city and at the very top of the large and massive form of the skull, two figures could be seen standing just a few meters away from each other.

The first figure was that of a man who was completely shirtless, wearing only long pants. With a perfectly trimmed golden beard, his body was compact, and every single inch of him seemed to brim with power.

He was none other than Mortrex the indomitable, the Ossarch of the bone race.

And standing just beside him was the beautiful figure of Viviana, who currently had a cold look on her face as she stared at the raging crowd down below.

"This is just going to cause more bloodshed, Vivi. Did you really have to go this far?" Mortrex gazed at the terrible scene with a frown on his face. The silence lasted for a few seconds before Viviana suddenly responded,

"You know I didn\'t do this, Mor."

If anyone who knew Viviana heard how she had just spoken, they would question their hearing. Not only had she used a nickname, but she had also spoken softly!