Chapter 845 Useless


    Then it happened.


    A figure shot out from the underground with immense speed, trailing a glowing streak of blue and purple energy.


    The shockwave from its emergence rippled through Sector 8, shaking buildings and sending tremors across thend.


    The figure crashed into the Aegis Shield of Sector 7 with such force that the entire sector shuddered. Buildings swayed, cracks spiderwebbed across the ground, and people throughout the capital screamed in terror.


    The paragons froze, staring in shock. So did ckgate, blood dripping from his lips as he struggled to stabilize himself midair after ricocheting off the shield.


    In the next instant, an icy voice reverberated through the entire sector.


    "Godspeed Grace,"


    It sounded like the rumble of thunder, its familiar tone causing the paragons'' gazes to narrow.


    In the blink of an eye, a streak of blue and purple tore through the air, blindingly fast. All eyes locked on Atticus''s blitzing figure as he appeared in front of the reeling ckgate, his katana shing downward with a power that seemed to split the heavens.


    ckgate''s eyes trembled as the attack closed in. His mind raced, disbelief washing over him. It was as though he were in the middle of an existential crisis.


    His ckgates were what defined him. To him, they were everything. And yet, a 17-year-old had just copied them.


    This was thest straw. A surge of anger rippled through his body as ckgate snapped.


    His expression turned cold, and his voice boomed.


    "You must die!"


    A massive ckgate enveloped him just as Atticus''s attack descended.


    The katana shed through the space where ckgate had stood. The missed attack tore through the sky, creating an explosion that lit up the entire sector.


    The shockwave rocked the world, the destruction spreading like ripples in a pond.


    ckgate reappeared high above the battlefield, his aura ring with rage. His voice thundered across the chaos as he pointed down at Atticus.


    "You must die!"


    ckgate''s roar reverberated through the battlefield as his energy surged, enveloping the entire sector in a suffocating aura. Above him, an army of ckgates tore open in the sky, appearing from every direction.


    From within them came an onught of attacks: raging torrents of fire and lightning, rabid magical beasts snarling and tearing through the air, and spatial des shimmering with energy sharp enough to slice through mountains.


    The sheer volume of the attacks made the heavens themselves tremble.


    The destructive onught converged on Atticus from all sides, threatening to bury him beneath their endless power.


    But Atticus remained unmoved.


    His body radiated a divine calm, his swirling purple-and-blue eyes cold and unfeeling, as though everything around him was beneath him.


    Slowly, deliberately, he moved his hand and sheathed his katana.


    The onught surged closer. The ground quaked. The air burned.


    "Useless,"


    Atticus muttered, his voice reverberating like a thunderp. n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    With a single motion, he unsheathed his katana, and the air itself seemed to cry out in response.


    From that single draw, an uncountable number of azure-purple shes erupted around him, spreading outward in an endless wave.


    Each sh tore through the sky with devastating force, shredding every attack in its path. Fire extinguished. Lightning dispersed. Beasts disintegrated.


    The sky was painted in hues of purple and blue as the shes continued, unrelenting, converging on every ckgates in sight.


    ckgate''s eyes widened as the shes began to copse his gates. One after another, they imploded in a cacophony of explosions, ripping through the battlefield and shaking the very foundation of Sector 8. The air warped and twisted, the space around them threatening to unravel entirely.


    And then, they vanished.


    Atticus and ckgate reappeared in the sky, shing at impossible speeds. They moved faster than the eye could follow, their strikes colliding with such force that the entire sector shuddered.


    The shock that enveloped Magnus and the other paragons of humanity could not be exined. They were stunned beyond words.


    They all knew ckgate. Seraphina had described him vividly, and they had prepared for the day they might face him. But the person currently fighting him, this was the problem. This was what made their hearts nearly burst from their chests.


    There was no doubt about it: that was Atticus.


    Was a 17-year-old boy actually fighting a paragon?


    ckgate''s expression burned with rage, his silvery eyes filled with pure hatred. His mind roared, the same thought echoing over and over.


    ''I will kill you. I will kill you.''


    He disappeared again, reappearing kilometers away, summoning another army of ckgates. The gates opened in unison, unleashing an overwhelming wave of attacks.


    But Atticus''s gaze flickered.


    Before the attacks could reach him, thousands of ckgates appeared in front of each of ckgate''s gates, swallowing the attacks whole.


    ckgate''s face twisted in fury as Atticus opened another army of gates in front of him, redirecting the attacks back toward him.


    His body trembled with rage, his fists clenched tightly.


    "Damn you!"


    He created another wave of gates, swallowing the redirected attacks andunching them back at Atticus.


    The reverse happened again.


    The sky became a chaotic storm of ckgates, swallowing and redirecting attacks endlessly. The fabric of reality wavered as space itself became unstable.


    Thews of physics crumbled. The air warped. The ground below threatened to copse.


    Through it all, Atticus and ckgate moved like specters, weaving through the chaos at impossible speeds.


    Their movements were unbothered, as if the storm of gates and attacks didn''t exist. They shed again and again, their strikes creating shockwaves that rippled through the sky.


    But then, something changed.


    ckgate''s mind faltered for a moment. A strange sensation crept over him, like a whisper at the edge of his consciousness.


    ''Something''s wrong.''


    The thought echoed as an intense feeling of danger surged through him. His ckgates were an extension of his body, allowing him to see everything on the battlefield.


    Because of this, he could see, anticipate, and evade every one of Atticus''s attacks. But now, something felt off.


    It felt… redundant.


    ''I''ve been here before.''


    His mind worked quickly, and then it clicked.


    ''It''s a loop!''


    His gaze snapped upward, locking onto a katana descending toward his head.


    ckgate''s eyes widened. ''He got me.''


    Even as he gazed at Atticus, ckgate couldn''t feel his presence. Somehow, Atticus had masked his aura and trapped him in an endless loop!


    [Dimensional Loop]


    [Aura Masking]


    Atticus''s gaze was cold as the katana descended. There was not a flicker of triumph or happiness in his eyes. He had used two arts in tandem, and to him, this oue was inevitable.


    ckgate''s eyes narrowed, and he focused instantly, a ckgate materializing just in time to catch the descending de.


    But Atticus''s gaze flickered.


    The gate copsed.


    ckgate''s eyes widened in shock.


    ''How???!!!''


    Before he could process what had happened, the katana appeared mere inches from his head.


    An overwhelming fear surged through him, and in an instant, he roared.


    "Explode!"


    In the next moment, the world erupted.