My Summons Are Mythical Beasts Chapter 125 Kill

'Did he run away cowardly, just like his beast?'

This thought erged inside his mind. Continue reading at empire

However, he soon rejected the idea, as even if the boy ran, he could not have gone that far, and he would have been able to see him running around.

However, there was none.

As if he did not exist in the first place, the boy just disappeared like he was made out of thin air.

The man looked around in panic. He did not know why, but he suddenly felt uneasy.

Not knowing what caused such an intense reaction from him, he decided to summon another beast just to be safe.

However, before his mind could ntally connect with his grimoire, he suddenly felt his vision and perception blur.

At the sa ti, a massive force struck his stomach, making him belch out fluids mixed with blood out of his mouth.

His body was also forcefully thrown at least three ters away.

The man dropped to the ground with a thud.

"Who?"

Just who dared to sneak attack him?

If not for the inner armor that he was wearing, he would have surely been grievously injured from that hit.

He hurriedly stood up from the ground. His eyes, which had already recovered, cautiously looked toward the area where he was just standing earlier.

There, a figure slowly outlined itself in his view.

"You!?"

To his shock, it was actually the boy that he had dismissed as soone weak earlier.

Now, though, he could no longer associate him as soone weak.

Standing there, the boy had his fist raised midway in the air.

If he was not wrong, where his fist has stopped should be the area where his guts had been punched out earlier.

"Damn it! Just who are you?"

His enraged roar garnered the attention of others, especially his underlings. They did not know why their leader suddenly got worked up.

They did not do sothing wrong, did they?

Unfortunately, they did not have the luxury of ti to pay attention to him at this mont either.

They clearly still had the upper hand earlier, but everything changed when this random, humongous dog suddenly appeared to intercept the leader's wolf, freeing the Blood Hound of Shelsea in the process.

Just who the hell is the owner of this random violent dog?

Damn it! Can you leash your dog away?

anwhile, upon hearing the man's enraged roar, Lucas did not respond with words but instead glided toward him using a strange footwork he learned in school.

With just a distance of three ters, he arrived in front of the man almost in an instant.

Even before the man could summon another contracted beast, Lucas's fist was already on its way toward the man's face.

The man twitched his eyes in horror as the fist slowly enlarged toward him.

Not wanting to get hit, he evaded the fist, but as a result, his actions interrupted the ntal connection he just established with his grimoire to summon another beast.

Right after he dodge, Lucas took another step forward and threw another fist toward his face.

This ti the man was unable to dodge and was hit squarely in the fist.

His head was thrown back for a split second before his body followed suit.

The current strength that Lucas was displaying was not to be underestimated.

He was already strong even before his body was enhanced by the grimoire due to his daily training.

Now that he was enhanced multiple tis, the force contained in his punch was quite imnse, and no mundane person could withstand it.

The man, being a summoner, also had his physique enhanced multiple tis by his grimoire. However, even he himself could feel the force contained within those punches was not ordinary matter.

Blood flowed out of his nose.

Without having the need to check, he knew that the bone in his nose broke into pieces after receiving that punch.

"Damn you!"

Enraged, the man was about to counterattack.

However, before he could do so, his body suddenly staggered backward as he felt a strong backlash assaulting his mind.

"What? How?"

To his horror, he realized that his wolf was sohow killed. He did not even know how his wolf died, nor did he have the ti to pay attention to it.

At this mont, he was also dealing with his own problems.

When Lucas saw him stagger backward, he knew that Spot had already finished his job and was probably helping the others deal with the other enemies now.

And since the opportunity had presented itself, Lucas did not waste it and imdiately took another step forward.

After sending out a punch and hitting the man's forehead, he suddenly inserted his hands on his leather bag and pulled out the first item that he was able to get ahold of.

The man was a summoner and also has a strong physique. He knew that it would not be easy killing him with just his punches alone.

He was not so bald guy who was able to obliterate his enemies with just his punches alone after all.

His bag was full of items he had harvested from the beast Spot had killed.

He had also arranged it so that those longer items, like the fangs and claws, stayed at the top.

Although he did not know what he had pulled out, Lucas still plunged the item toward the man rcilessly.

Spurt!

Blood splattered everywhere like a fountain.

Only when he slit the man's throat did he realize that it was actually a claw that he had managed to pull out from the bag.

Seeing that the man was still breathing, Lucas felt stifled but still ultimately decided to stab his throat a second ti to end his life.

A mont later, the man ceased breathing and announced the second human life that Lucas had taken.

Ignoring the complicated feelings, he turned around and observed the situation of others.

Fortunately, everything seems to be going well with the help of Spot.

Soti later, the bandits were killed one after the other.

Shelsea and her group clearly experienced killing people before. None of them showed any sort of reaction to the human lives they claid, unlike Lucas that could not calm down for a few monts.

Ultimately, he forcefully cald himself down, convincing himself that he was alright and that there was no need to feel guilt.