Online Game: Starting With SSS-Ranked Summons - Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Attacking the demons
Arthur acknowledged the mayor’s determination with a sharp nod before space folded around him.

Reality reformed atop the mountain that overlooked their domain.

The wind whipped across barren stone, carrying scents of distant forests and approaching storm.

Ten kilometres away, Village #420 sprawled across the landscape.

This is where it all started…huh?

Arthur turned his gaze toward the horizon, eyes fixing on the direction where Village 419 waited. Seven hundred kilometres of hostile wilderness stretched between them and their target.

Distance means nothing when you have enough power.

His smile turned predatory as power stirred within him.

Time to remind this world what real authority looks like.

Arthur raised his hand, calling upon the talent that had made him who he was.

Primordial Summoner.

The mountain trembled.

Dark energy erupted from the stone beneath his feet, spreading outward in waves that made reality itself recoil. The air grew thick, oppressive, charged with power.

Behind Arthur, tears in space itself began manifesting. They were no longer mere portals, they were wounds in the fabric of existence that bled warriors that could threaten anybody.

One by one, his army emerged.

Aether materialised first, the void dragon’s cosmic scales as dark as a black hole.

Hank burst through next, the hawk’s wings beating against air that suddenly felt too thin to support normal flight.

His screech echoed across the mountain like a war cry.

Borak charged from shadows, the massive boar’s tusks gleaming with deadly promise. Each footstep left cracks in solid stone.

Sunless stepped through with his usual grace, bones clicking in rhythm that spoke of death and resurrection.

His empty eye sockets burned with life.

My first epic warrior. My first knight.

Sylvaris flowed like liquid silver, the white serpent’s scales creating mesmerising patterns as he coiled around Arthur’s position.

Aamon emerged wreathed in true darkness, the demon’s presence making the very air taste of damnation.

Bloom rose from crimson petals, the plant’s crystal core pulsing with hypnotic rhythm. Golden pollen drifted from its core, each speck carrying the promise of eternal servitude.

The drake landed with an earth-shaking impact, breathing fire.

Two beetles also emerged.

Skyla took her position beside Hank, the female hawk’s grace complementing her mate’s savage power.

George materialised last.

The mountain top had become something else entirely. What moments before had been barren stone now hosted an assembly of nightmares made manifest.

The very air seemed to retreat from their presence.

Arthur stood at the centre of it all, master of forces that defied comprehension. His summons formed a perfect circle around him, each one a living being capable of mass slaughter or destruction.

The wind died completely, as if nature itself held its breath in the presence of such concentrated lethality.

From his robe, Neko stirred slightly.

Arthur’s gaze returned to the distant horizon where Village 419 waited, unaware of the storm approaching.

His smile turned arctic.

Time to hunt.

Arthur raised his hand, and eighteen pairs of eyes fixed on him with absolute devotion

“Listen carefully,” Arthur’s voice carried across the mountain peak. “Village 419 lies seven hundred kilometers northeast. We move as one force, eliminating everything in our path.”

His summons stirred with anticipation, each radiating their own unique brand of lethality.

Aether’s voice resonated. “Master, shall I clear the skies of obstacles?”

“Eliminate anything above ground level,” Arthur confirmed.

Sunless stepped forward.

“I will march without rest, Master. No fatigue. No mercy.”

From Arthur’s pocket, Neko peeked out with sleepy golden eyes. The lucky cat yawned, stretching her tiny but lethal paws.

“Why is it so noisy,” she purred. “We need to kill insects again?”

Arthur gently lifted her to his shoulder, where she settled with regal composure.

Borak pawed massive hooves against stone, leaving deep gouges. “I will let them taste my tusk!”

Arthur nodded, satisfaction warming his chest. Each summon understood their role in the approaching slaughter.

“Aether, expand to your normal size.”

The void dragon’s form began expanding. As his body grew, scales multiplied, wings spread to cast shadows across Arthur and others.

Within moments, Aether’s true size dominated—a creature capable of carrying tens of people.

Arthur leaped onto the dragon’s back with fluid grace, Neko adjusting her position to maintain balance.

“Bloom, come on with us.”

“Yes, Master.”

After bloom had settled on Aether’s back.

Arthur took a deep breath.

“Begin the march,” Arthur commanded.

His remaining summons scattered.

Sunless led the ground assault, running across the stone with rapid speed. Sylvaris followed in serpentine curves, leaving toxic trails in his wake.

Hank and Skyla launched skyward, their hunting cries echoing across the wilderness. Borak charged downslope with earth-shaking impact, seeking something to gore.

The hunt begins.

Aether’s wings beat once, lifting them into clean mountain air.

Seven hundred kilometers. Hundreds of creatures between us and our target.

The first contact came within minutes.

A pack of dire wolves—Level 11 Pseudo-Elite monsters—emerged from treeline shadow. Their howls announced the discovery of intruders in their territory.

Borak met them head-on.

The massive boar’s charge scattered the pack like bowling pins. His tusks found the alpha’s throat, tearing through fur and muscle with ease. Blood sprayed across granite as the creature died without understanding how it died so fast.

[You have killed Level 11 Dire Wolf Alpha (Pseudo-Elite)]

[You have killed..]

Another pack of wolves circled, seeking advantage through numbers. Sunless materialized behind them like death given form.

A sword flashed in pale light. Three wolves died in as many seconds, each cut precise enough to sever spine without wasted motion.

[You have killed Level 11 Dire Wolf (Pseudo-Elite)]

[You have killed Level 11 Dire Wolf (Pseudo-Elite)]

[You have killed Level 11 Dire Wolf (Pseudo-Elite)]

Above the carnage, Hank and Skyla spotted movement in the distant canopy. A murder of Razorcrows—Level 12 Elite monsters with beaks capable of piercing steel.

The hawks dove as one predatory unit.

Hank’s talons ripped through the lead crow’s wings, sending it tumbling toward the earth. Skyla struck two more, killing them instantly.

[You have killed Level 12 Razorcrow (Elite)]