My Summons Are Mythical Beasts Chapter 67 Bird?

His attention was imdiately attracted by the sound of flapping wings. He turned his head around and saw the source of it a few yards away.

Perched over a branch of a huge tree, a creature resembling a bird the size of his torso stared at Lucas and Spot with great interest.

The bird, or whatever it was, has the face of a cat but with a body composition akin to a bird. It has enormous wings that encompass and cover its whole body. Its gray feathers that seed sullied and dirty made it seem like it was sothing unholy and out of this world.

Its piercing eyes, the size of Lucas' fist, almost covered all its cat-like face. Those eyes, pitched black in color, stared at Lucas and Spot with a piercing gaze.

Seeing the creature, Lucas and even Spot, froze for a mont.

This was the first ti he had seen such a beast, and he knew full well that this kind of beast does not exist inside this dungeon, at least locally.

Almost in an instant, Lucas realized that this beast was soone's summon.

Who that soone was, Lucas did not know, and he did not want to find out who.

One thing was certain, though: whoever it was that owned this beast, they had already discovered his existence, and through the eye of the beast, might be observing right now.

Normally, the next course of action for him was just to remain still and act as if nothing had happened.

After all, he did not know the owner of the beast, and the beast owner did not know him either. There were no connections, and there were no grievances between the parties as well, so it should only be normal that he does nothing to not attract any attention.

However, at this mont, as he stared at the bird, and the bird stared at him back, Lucas could not help but take a voluntary step back. Continue reading at empire

Perhaps it was because of what he had just experienced a few hours ago—his realizations as well as the fear of being discovered by those terrible seniors—that Lucas's mind was in disarray as the beast looked at him, now with dead eyes.

Even though it was not the normal course of action—and he knew of it—his mind still kept on screaming for him to just abandon caution and just run.

RUN!

RUN!

RUN!

His mind kept on telling him to run.

Unfortunately, his body did not listen.

The mont his eyes locked with the beast's eyes, his body was already frozen in place.

Terror and dread filled him to the core. His body froze, with no hope of escape.

At the next mont, the bird-like beast unfolded its gray and sullied wings. With a wingspan of at least five yards, the beast dove toward Lucas at terrible speed with just one flap of its massive wings.

As his mind and body were now overco with terror and grief, Lucas could do nothing other than wait for his demise.

At least, that was how it was supposed to be.

Just then, an unassuming dog that was perching over Lucas' head suddenly lunged forward.

The dog's body grew in size almost in an instant, its eyes showing intense ferocity and might as it t the bird beast in front.

Boom!

A strong and violent collision ensued. Two claws—of different kinds—t in midair. The impact was nothing short of harrowing.

However, in the next mont, an unbelievable scene unfolded in front of Lucas' eyes. The dog, who he was most proud of in terms of raw strength and power and was twice the size of the bird beast, actually lost in the contest of strength.

The Gentle Dog, Spot's body was thrown backward with unstoppable force.

And behind him, Lucas bore the full brunt of it.

Boom!

For a mont, Lucas felt as if his whole body was struck by a sledgehamr. No, the force he received was greater than that as Spot's body smashed into his.

His eyes widened in terror and even more grief.

Fortunately, the grim event also brought solace in an unexpected way. For better or worse, woken up by pain, Lucas finally regained control of his body.

Using that opportunity, he twisted his body forcefully and rolled backward the mont he landed on the ground a few yards away. He grimaced in pain as the wounds on his back began to ache after that roll.

Spot was also not idle. The mont Lucas regained control of his body, Spot had already moved out of the way, as if afraid of crushing his own master with his own weight. As he took a few steps back to recover his bearing, Spot snarled at the bird-like beast with rage and killing intent apparent in his eyes.

Lucas, whose mind still kept on telling him to run, did just that—partially, to be precise.

As a summoner, he could not be too far away from his own summon.

He took a few steps back with his eyes and mind still fixed on Spot and the bird that attacked him all of a sudden.

Although he did not know the reason why the bird had done so, Lucas could vaguely tell that this was related to what he had discovered and done a few hours ago.

It seems that for so reason, those seniors already knew of what he had done and that he was the one who did it.

Now, they were on his tail and had now sent this bird to finish him off, for better or worse.

And that was exactly why Lucas could not leave. At least, not that easily.

The next mont, Spot had already lunged toward the bird fearlessly. His claw elongated and sharpened as his ferocious eyes stared at the bird hatefully, waiting for the correct mont and timing to use the Gentle Gaze toward the enemy.

As he lunged forward, though, Lucas' heart was slowly overco with dread and apprehension.

It was because, at this ti, he did not think that Spot had a high chance of winning over his opponent.

From the initial clash earlier alone, Spot was already at a disadvantage.

This bird beast's rank must be quite high.

Iron Star 7? Or perhaps Iron Star 8? What if it was an Iron Star 9?

What about its grade?

How strong was it exactly?

Lucas' mind was full of such thoughts as he looked at the bird-like beast grimly.

Weighing their chances, Lucas did not feel too optimistic about their chances of winning.

However, do they even have another choice?

Even running or escaping seed to be a little hopeless as the opponent possessed speed that was greatly superior to Spot, not to ntion its ability to fly at that. In terms of the ga of pursuit, Lucas did not think they would win at all.

That was also the reason why he did not stop Spot from taking action.

He, on the other hand, kept on retreating and extracting himself away from the battle. His body might be quite strong and well-trained, but that was only compared to high school students and even adults.

If bodies like his could withstand the attack of a beast, perhaps humanity would not have retreated to one corner of the world during those harrowing tis.

And not to ntion the upcoming injuries he might receive if he did not extricate away from their battle, his previous ones, and even the injuries he received from the impact earlier were already taking a toll on him.

Clutching his chest in pain, Lucas clenched his fist and prayed for Spot to win.

No, he did not just pray; if an opportunity presented itself, he would not mind helping Spot.

As he thought so, he took the Armadon Tonfa from his backpack—which was now heavily damaged—and gripped it tightly over his hands.

At this mont, Spot and the bird-like beast clashed once again.

True to what Lucas perceived earlier, the beast truly had a huge advantage over Spot. Not only could it fly, it even has an equally terrible speed and strength, not to ntion its sharp talons that resembled death sickles ready to reap the lives of its enemies.

As the bird beast swooped down, Spot did sothing unexpected once again.

Instead of lunging forward to et it in mid-air and clash their claws once more, Spot instead decided to crouch down and swipe his sharpened claws upwards.

The action might be more or less the sa, but coming from a different angle, the attack finally landed on the bird's body. In exchange, though, Spot's shoulder was also slashed by the sickle-like talons of the bird beast.

Spot growled in pain, but the bird beast seed to offer no reaction.

Blood was fussing out of their bodies; the injuries they sustained grew as seconds and even minutes passed by.

Even Lucas himself did not think that the battle would last this long.

This ti, he had not even underestimated Spot and had even overestimated him by a huge margin, but it seems that his overestimation was still not enough.

As for how powerful Spot truly was in that form, Lucas does not dare to assu any more.

In this battle, though, it was apparent that Spot was on the losing end.

In terms of skill, even the beast was a little ahead of him. The only few tis that Spot had been able to injure his adversary was by giving it a surprise by doing sothing unconventional.

Unfortunately, every ti he succeeded in doing so, an injury or wound would also find itself in Spot's body.

At the next mont, the two suddenly paused as their eyes finally locked in mid-air.

The opportunity had finally presented itself.