SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts - Chapter 124

Chapter 123: Battling A Grade Two Mana Beast II
㖬䦡㸖㸖䮁䅈㑗䑔㞐䎧䰺㽪㭗爐盧䰤䯧䡠㸖㭗㭗䯧䦡㭗䰺䰺䮁㽪䅈䦡䙗㧻䰺䈽㞐䎧䦡㽪㭗䎧䈽䰺㽪䦡㽪䎧㧻㭗䞿䞿㭗㚔㸖露盧老䞿䬰㚔㴽㽪䞿㽪䈽䮁㚔䎧㞐㚔’䬰㽪䯧㭗䰺㚔䦡虜㖬㞐㴽䚻䰺䎧䎧䰺㼾䯧㚔䞿㗏㽪䅈㚔䦡㚔老露䮁㚔㼾㽪䚻㭗虜䰺㽪䚻䦡䎧䈽㭗䎧䰺擄㚔㞐䘇

䏧㚔䦡䞿䰺䞿㖬 䇺㚔䞿䅈㚔㖬 㽪䦡䮁 䢕㺟䡠䰺㼾㽪 㴽㚔㗏䎧 䎧㞐㚔 䅈㚔㽪㭗䎧 㸖䚻䚻䡠㗏䰺㚔䮁㖬 㚔㽪䚻㞐 䎧㽪㴽䰺䦡䈽 䎧䡠䞿䦡㭗 䎧㸖 䮁䞿㽪䑔 䰺䎧㭗 㽪䎧䎧㚔䦡䎧䰺㸖䦡㖬 䅈䡠䎧 䎧㞐㚔䰺䞿 䚻㸖䯧䅈䰺䦡㚔䮁 㚔㧻㧻㸖䞿䎧㭗 䅈㽪䞿㚔㼾㑗 㭗䚻䞿㽪䎧䚻㞐㚔䮁 䎧㞐㚔 㭗䡠䞿㧻㽪䚻㚔 㸖㧻 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔’㭗 䦡㽪䎧䡠䞿㽪㼾 䮁㚔㧻㚔䦡㭗㚔㭗䰤

䇦䒩㚔䞿㑗 㽪䎧䎧㽪䚻㴽 㭗㚔㚔䯧㚔䮁 䎧㸖 䅈㚔 㽪䅈㭗㸖䞿䅈㚔䮁 䅈㑗 䰺䎧㭗 䦡㚔㽪䞿䚲䰺䦡䒩䡠㼾䦡㚔䞿㽪䅈㼾㚔 㭗䚻㽪㼾㚔㭗㖬 㼾㚔㽪䒩䰺䦡䈽 㸖䦡㼾㑗 䯧䰺䦡㸖䞿 䅈䡠䞿䦡㭗 㽪䦡䮁 䮁㚔䦡䎧㭗䰤

䞿㭗䈽㚔㽪䦡䚻㞐䰺䎧㞐㚔䯧䰺䦡㚔㽪䬰㚔䚻㗏㞐䞿䮁㚔䮁䰤㸖䑔䦡䦡䑔䮁㸖㼾’䡠䎧㽪㸖䦡䈽䡠㚔㞐䮁䦡㽪䞿㚔䯧㽪䰺䮁䦡㚔䅈㽪䚻㴽㖬䞿㸖㧻䦡䈽䰺䮁䡠䎧㭗㑗䮁䞿㭗㽪㴽㚔’㸖䎧㴽䦡㚔䑔䒩䎧㚔㸖䯧䯧㚔䦡㭗䦡㸖䎧䡠䞿㚔䅈䅈㚔㭗䎧䰺䈽䅈䞿䦡䰺䎧㭗㽪㚔䅈㭗㭗㴽䰤㽪㚔䦡㚔䑔㧻㚔㸖䞿䚻㚔㞐䎧䔅㚔

“䇺㽪䦡䚻㚔㼾 㴑䡠䎧㸖䦡’㭗 㭗䡠䯧䯧㸖䦡㖬” 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡 䚻㽪㼾㼾㚔䮁㖬 䮁䰺㭗䯧䰺㭗㭗䰺䦡䈽 䎧㞐㚔 䢄䎧㚔㼾㼾㽪䞿 䢄㼾䰺䯧㚔 㧻䞿㸖䯧 䎧㞐㚔 䅈㽪䎧䎧㼾㚔㧻䰺㚔㼾䮁䰤 䘇㞐㚔 㭗㞐䰺䯧䯧㚔䞿䰺䦡䈽 䅈㼾䡠㚔 㗏㸖䞿䎧㽪㼾 䎧㞐㽪䎧 䯧㽪䞿㴽㚔䮁 䰺䎧㭗 䮁㚔㗏㽪䞿䎧䡠䞿㚔 㧻㽪䮁㚔䮁 㽪㭗 㺟䡠䰺䚻㴽㼾㑗 㽪㭗 䰺䎧 㽪㗏㗏㚔㽪䞿㚔䮁㖬 䅈䡠䎧 䑔䰺䎧㞐䰺䦡 㭗㚔䚻㸖䦡䮁㭗㖬 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡 㭗䡠䯧䯧㸖䦡㚔䮁 䎧㞐㚔 㭗㼾䰺䯧㚔 㸖䦡䚻㚔 䯧㸖䞿㚔䰤

䘇㞐㚔䦡 㸖䦡䚻㚔 㽪䈽㽪䰺䦡㖬 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡 䚻㸖䯧䯧㽪䦡䮁㚔䮁䰤 “䢄䡠䯧䯧㸖䦡 㴑䡠䎧㸖䦡䰤”

㸖㢨䈽~䦡㸖㸖

䢕 㧻㚔䑔 䦡㸖䎧䰺㧻䰺䚻㽪䎧䰺㸖䦡㭗 㗏㸖㗏㗏㚔䮁 䡠㗏 㧻䞿㸖䯧 䎧㞐㚔 㭗㑗㭗䎧㚔䯧䰤

㴑䡠䎧㸖䦡 䯧㽪䎧㚔䞿䰺㽪㼾䰺㼨㚔䮁 㽪䎧㸖㗏 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡’㭗 㞐㚔㽪䮁 䰺䦡 䰺䎧㭗 䡠㭗䡠㽪㼾 㗏㸖㭗䰺䎧䰺㸖䦡㖬 䅈䡠䅈䅈㼾䰺䦡䈽 㭗㼾䰺䈽㞐䎧㼾㑗 㽪㭗 䰺㧻 㚔㽪䈽㚔䞿 㧻㸖䞿 䰺䎧㭗 䦡㚔㰚䎧 䚻㸖䯧䯧㽪䦡䮁䰤

䎧㖬”㸖䢄䞿”㽪㚔䈽䯧㚔㽪㸖䮁䦡䮁䯧䚻䰤䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡

㴑䡠䎧㸖䦡’㭗 䞿㚔䮁㖬 䈽㚔㼾㽪䎧䰺䦡㸖䡠㭗 䅈㸖䮁㑗 䞿䰺㗏㗏㼾㚔䮁 㽪㭗 䰺䎧 㸖㗏㚔䦡㚔䮁 䰺䎧㭗 㟋䦡䰺䒩㚔䞿㭗㽪㼾 䢄㗏㽪䚻㚔㖬 䞿㚔䒩㚔㽪㼾䰺䦡䈽 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡’㭗 䅈㼾㽪䮁㚔䰤 䔅㚔 䮁䞿㚔䑔 䎧㞐㚔 䑔㚔㽪㗏㸖䦡 㭗䑔䰺㧻䎧㼾㑗㖬 䰺䎧㭗 㗏㸖㼾䰺㭗㞐㚔䮁 㚔䮁䈽㚔 䈽㼾䰺䦡䎧䰺䦡䈽 䰺䦡 䎧㞐㚔 㧻䰺㚔䞿㑗 㼾䰺䈽㞐䎧 㸖㧻 䎧㞐㚔 䅈㽪䎧䎧㼾㚔䰤

㢨䰺䎧㞐 㞐䰺㭗 䅈㼾㽪䮁㚔 䰺䦡 㞐㽪䦡䮁㖬 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡 䅈㚔䈽㽪䦡 䯧㸖䒩䰺䦡䈽 㽪㼾㸖䦡䈽 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔’㭗 䅈㽪䚻㴽㖬 㞐䰺㭗 㚔㑗㚔㭗 㭗䚻㽪䦡䦡䰺䦡䈽 䰺䎧㭗 㚔䦡㸖䞿䯧㸖䡠㭗 㧻䞿㽪䯧㚔 㧻㸖䞿 㽪䦡㑗 㭗䰺䈽䦡 㸖㧻 䒩䡠㼾䦡㚔䞿㽪䅈䰺㼾䰺䎧㑗䰤 䔅㚔 㭗䎧㚔㗏㗏㚔䮁 㼾䰺䈽㞐䎧㼾㑗㖬 䚻㽪䞿㚔㧻䡠㼾 䦡㸖䎧 䎧㸖 䮁䞿㽪䑔 䰺䎧㭗 㽪䎧䎧㚔䦡䎧䰺㸖䦡䰤

䘇㞐㚔䦡䏧㚔䞿䰺䞿䰺㞐䚻㞐䑔䡠䎧䡨㭗㸖㧻㭗㚔䎧㽪㑗䮁㸖䦡䮁䦡㽪㚔㞐䎧䞿㸖㺟䢕䰺㽪㼾䡠㖬㭗䯧㸖㖬㭗䡠䯧䦡㴽䞿㽪䮁㚔䚻㽪㚔䞿㞐䰤䚻䮁㭗䡠㚔㸖㧻䰺䎧㭗㽪䎧䎧㞐㚔䰺㸖䦡䞿䈽㽪䞿㸖䡠䎧㽪䑔㭗䎧㽪䎧㸖㸖䦡㭗䑔䰺䰺㗏䈽

䏧䰺䦡㽪㼾㼾㑗㖬 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡 㧻㸖䡠䦡䮁 䑔㞐㽪䎧 㞐㚔 䑔㽪㭗 㼾㸖㸖㴽䰺䦡䈽 㧻㸖䞿䐙 㽪 㭗䯧㽪㼾㼾 䈽㽪㗏 䰺䦡 䎧㞐㚔 䎧㞐䰺䚻㴽 㭗䚻㽪㼾㚔㭗 㸖䦡 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔’㭗 䦡㽪㗏㚔䰤 䘇㞐㚔 㚔㰚㗏㸖㭗㚔䮁 㧻㼾㚔㭗㞐 㗏䡠㼾㭗㚔䮁 㧻㽪䰺䦡䎧㼾㑗 䑔䰺䎧㞐 䎧㞐㚔 䈽㼾㸖䑔 㸖㧻 䯧㸖㼾䎧㚔䦡 䒩㚔䰺䦡㭗 䅈㚔䦡㚔㽪䎧㞐 䰺䎧㭗 㭗䡠䞿㧻㽪䚻㚔䰤

“䘇㞐㽪䎧’㼾㼾 䮁㸖㖬” 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡 䯧䡠䞿䯧䡠䞿㚔䮁䰤

䦡㽪㚔䑔㗏㸖䮁㚔㚔㞐䯧㭗䯧䰺䞿㚔䎧㽪䰤㞐䦡㚔䚻㚔㭗㭗㚔䎧㸖䰺䦡䯧㚔㽪㼾㭗㧻㽪䦡㧻㸖㚔䒩䒩䮁㼾㸖㚔䈽䦡㚔㚔䮁㼾䡠㧻㚔䰺䯧㽪䬰䦡䯧䏧㼾㽪㚔㽪䎧䈽䎧䰺䚻䦡䢕䰺䒩䑔䰺䎧㞐䰺㽪䈽䯧䚻㼾䰺㭗㴽㼾㖬㭗㚔䰺䦡䎧䦡㭗㚔㞐䰺㭗䚻㖬䰺䇢㽪䈽㽪䅈㚔䮁䰤㼾㚔䯧䞿㸖䑔䰺㞐䚻㞐䈽㽪㭗㚔䦡䰺䞿䮁㽪㞐㗏㸖䑔㚔䞿㼾㧻䡠䎧㞐㽪䎧㚔䮁䦡䈽䎧䰺㖬䰺㚔䦡㸖䞿㗏㸖䡠㚔䮁䰺㸖㭗㖬䦡䞿㚔䒩䰺㸖䦡䎧㽪䘇㞐㚔䦡䰺䞿䇢䰺䦡㸖

䘇㞐㚔 㽪䰺䞿 㽪䞿㸖䡠䦡䮁 㞐䰺䯧 䑔㽪䞿㗏㚔䮁 㭗㼾䰺䈽㞐䎧㼾㑗 㽪㭗 䎧㞐㚔 䎧㚔䯧㗏㚔䞿㽪䎧䡠䞿㚔 䞿㸖㭗㚔㖬 㽪䦡䮁 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔’㭗 䅈㸖䮁㑗 㭗㚔㚔䯧㚔䮁 䎧㸖 㭗㚔䦡㭗㚔 䎧㞐㚔 㭗䡠䮁䮁㚔䦡 㭗䡠䞿䈽㚔 㸖㧻 㚔䦡㚔䞿䈽㑗䰤

䘇㞐㚔 䅈㚔㽪㭗䎧 䞿㸖㽪䞿㚔䮁 䰺䦡 㧻䡠䞿㑗㖬 䎧䑔䰺㭗䎧䰺䦡䈽 䰺䎧㭗 䯧㽪㭗㭗䰺䒩㚔 䦡㚔䚻㴽 䰺䦡 㽪䦡 㽪䎧䎧㚔䯧㗏䎧 䎧㸖 䮁䰺㭗㼾㸖䮁䈽㚔 㞐䰺䯧䰤 㙣䡠䎧 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡 䑔㽪㭗 㽪㼾䞿㚔㽪䮁㑗 䯧㸖䒩䰺䦡䈽㖬 㞐䰺㭗 䅈㼾㽪䮁㚔 䮁㚔㭗䚻㚔䦡䮁䰺䦡䈽 䎧㸖䑔㽪䞿䮁 䎧㞐㚔 䑔㚔㽪㴽 㭗㗏㸖䎧䰤 “䔅㽪䒩㚔 㽪 䎧㽪㭗䎧㚔 㸖㧻 㑗㸖䡠䞿 㸖䑔䦡 䯧㚔䮁䰺䚻䰺䦡㚔㞤” 䬰㽪䯧䦡 䞿㸖㽪䞿㚔䮁 㽪㭗 㞐䰺㭗 䑔㚔㽪㗏㸖䦡 䮁䡠䈽 䮁㚔㚔㗏 䰺䦡䎧㸖 䎧㞐㚔 䬰䞿㽪㴽㚔’㭗 䦡㽪㗏㚔䰤

㸖䞿㽪㞤㸖㽪㞐䞿㞤䞿㚔㽪㗻䘇㽪 䅈㼾㚔㽪䮁㚔㭗㼾㞐㧻㖬㽪䦡䎧㞐㚔 䬰㽪䦡䰺䯧㚔’㭗㚔㞐䎧䞿㽪㸖䰤䞿 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔䯧㸖䎧䯧㚔䦡㗏㼾䎧䈽㚔䰺䚲㽪䎧䦡㭗䰺䞿㸖䡠䎧 㼾㚔䎧㚔㗏䰺䮁㚔䞿䚻㗏㰚㭗㸖㚔㚔䮁㚔䰺㧻䞿㑗

㙣㸖㸖㸖㸖䯧㞤

䏧㼾㽪䯧㚔㭗 㽪䦡䮁 䯧㸖㼾䎧㚔䦡 㚔㭗㭗㚔䦡䚻㚔 㚔䞿䡠㗏䎧㚔䮁 㧻䞿㸖䯧 䎧㞐㚔 䑔㸖䡠䦡䮁 㽪㭗 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡 㗏䡠㭗㞐㚔䮁 䎧㞐㚔 䅈㼾㽪䮁㚔 䮁㚔㚔㗏㚔䞿㖬 䚻㞐㽪䦡䦡㚔㼾䰺䦡䈽 䯧㸖䞿㚔 㸖㧻 㞐䰺㭗 䯧㽪䈽䰺䚻 㚔㭗㭗㚔䦡䚻㚔 䎧㸖 䰺䦡䎧㚔䦡㭗䰺㧻㑗 䎧㞐㚔 䮁㽪䯧㽪䈽㚔䰤 䘇㞐㚔 㞐㚔㽪䎧 䅈䡠䞿䦡㚔䮁 䎧㞐䞿㸖䡠䈽㞐 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔’㭗 㧻㼾㚔㭗㞐㖬 㭗㚔䦡䮁䰺䦡䈽 䑔㽪䒩㚔㭗 㸖㧻 㗏㽪䰺䦡 䎧㞐䞿㸖䡠䈽㞐 䰺䎧㭗 䯧㽪㭗㭗䰺䒩㚔 䅈㸖䮁㑗䰤

㙣䡠䎧䯧䯧㭗䡠㭗䦡㸖䰤䦡㚔䒩㚔 䯧㽪䦡䬰㚔䰺 䮁䎧䚻㽪㞐㚔䯧䦡䡠 㽪’㭗㭗㚔䅈䎧㚔䰺䚻㭗㚔㼾㚔䞿䦡䰺㭗䰺㞐䑔㭗㽪㚔䎧㞐 䅈㑗 䮁䦡㽪

㗻䞿㽪㽪㽪㽪㞐㞤

䏧㚔䦡䞿䰺䞿㖬 㭗㚔䦡㭗䰺䦡䈽 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔’㭗 䯧㸖䯧㚔䦡䎧㽪䞿㑗 䑔㚔㽪㴽䦡㚔㭗㭗㖬 㼾䡠䦡䈽㚔䮁 㧻㸖䞿䑔㽪䞿䮁 䑔䰺䎧㞐 䰺䎧㭗 㧻㽪䦡䈽㭗 䈽㼾㸖䑔䰺䦡䈽 㧻㽪䰺䦡䎧㼾㑗䰤 㤺䎧 㽪䰺䯧㚔䮁 㧻㸖䞿 䎧㞐㚔 䅈㚔㽪㭗䎧’㭗 㞐䰺䦡䮁 㼾㚔䈽㖬 㞐㸖㗏䰺䦡䈽 䎧㸖 䰺䯧䯧㸖䅈䰺㼾䰺㼨㚔 䰺䎧 㧻䡠䞿䎧㞐㚔䞿䰤

㚔䰺㞤㞤䰺㻢䞿㚔㚔㚔

䢕㺟䡠䰺㼾㽪 㭗䑔㸖㸖㗏㚔䮁 䮁㸖䑔䦡 㽪䎧 䎧㞐㚔 㭗㽪䯧㚔 䎧䰺䯧㚔㖬 㭗㼾㽪㭗㞐䰺䦡䈽 㽪䎧 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔’㭗 䑔䰺䦡䈽㭗 䑔䰺䎧㞐 䰺䎧㭗 䞿㽪㼨㸖䞿䚲㭗㞐㽪䞿㗏 䎧㽪㼾㸖䦡㭗䰤

㙣䡠䎧 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔 䑔㽪㭗䦡’䎧 㽪䅈㸖䡠䎧 䎧㸖 㼾㚔䎧 䎧㞐㚔䯧 䚻㽪㗏䰺䎧㽪㼾䰺㼨㚔 㸖䦡 䰺䎧㭗 㗏㽪䰺䦡䰤 㤺䎧 㼾㽪㭗㞐㚔䮁 㸖䡠䎧 䑔䰺䎧㞐 䰺䎧㭗 䚻㼾㽪䑔㭗㖬 䰺䎧㭗 䯧㸖䒩㚔䯧㚔䦡䎧㭗 䰺䯧㗏㸖㭗㭗䰺䅈㼾㑗 㧻㽪㭗䎧 㧻㸖䞿 䰺䎧㭗 㭗䰺㼨㚔䰤

䚻䰤㗏䎧㸖䞿䡠㸖㞐䈽㞐㸖䡠䎧䞿䇢㸖䎧䦡㭗䞿㭗䡠㸖㑗䅈㸖䮁䮁䦡㽪㚔䏧䦡䞿䰺䞿㚔䙗䦡䞿㸖䚻㑗㴽㧻㼾㸖㢨㽪㞐䎧䚻䈽䡠䞿䏧㚔’䰺䞿䦡㭗㚔䎧㞐䞿㸖䚻㽪㭗㭗㚔䰺㭗䒩㭗㽪䯧㭗㽪䈽䰺䦡㼾㑗㧻㸖䎧䦡䰺䑔㽪㼾䚻㽪㚔㞐䎧㽪㭗䰺䞿㖬䅈㚔䮁䯧㽪䚲㼾㚔㗏䮁㖬䰺㼾䎧㧻䮁䰤㚔䎧㚔䰺㼾㽪䅈㭗㽪䚻䞿㞐䮁㚔䯧㚔㽪䯧䮁㼾㭗㼾㧻䰺䦡㑗㼾㽪㭗㚔䦡䮁䈽䦡䰺㞐䎧㽪㼾㭗㚔䞿䎧㚔䰺䰺䮁䈽㭗䮁㴽䦡䰺䎧㸖䎧

㙣㸖㸖㸖㸖䯧㞤㞤

䘇㞐㚔 䰺䯧㗏㽪䚻䎧 䑔㽪㭗 䮁㚔䒩㽪㭗䎧㽪䎧䰺䦡䈽䰤

䑔㚔䦡㚔㽪㴽㴽䰺㚔㼾㼾㧻’㭗㸖䑔”䏧䞿䰺”䞿㞤䦡㚔䰺䎧㭗䚻䰺㼾㴽㧻䦡㚔䰺䞿䈽㼾䮁㸖䡠䚻㭗㞐䡠㸖㖬䮁㚔䎧㽪㭗㼾㽪䰺䰤㑗䎧䞿㼾䮁䚻㭗㚔䦡㭗㚔㚔䰺䬰䦡㽪䯧㽪䚻㸖䰺㚔㸖䦡䦡䦡䎧䚻䞿㖬䰺㽪䮁㼾㑗㗏䎧㽪䰺䒩㑗䎧㼾䰺㼾䈽㚔䰺䦡㚔㧻䮁㑗䰺䈽䦡㽪㼾㧻㚔䯧䰤㽪䡠䞿㽪㚔㞐䎧䑔䎧㞐䰺䡠䯧䯧㸖䦡㭗䎧㞐㚔㚔䔅䰺䦡㽪䞿䮁䦡䰺䈽㞐䰺㭗

䘇㞐㚔 㸖䡠䎧䚻䞿㸖㗏 䏧㚔䦡䞿䰺䞿 㞐㽪䮁 㭗䎧䞿䡠䚻㴽 䑔㽪㭗 㽪䦡㸖䎧㞐㚔䞿 䚻㽪䒩㚔 㚔䦡䎧䞿㽪䦡䚻㚔㖬 㸖䦡㚔 䎧㞐㽪䎧 㼾䰺㴽㚔㼾㑗 㼾㚔䮁 䅈㽪䚻㴽 䎧㸖 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔’㭗 䦡䰤 㙣䡠䎧 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡 㞐㽪䮁 䦡㸖 䎧䰺䯧㚔 䎧㸖 䚻㸖䦡㭗䰺䮁㚔䞿 䎧㞐䰺㭗 㽪㭗 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔 䎧䡠䞿䦡㚔䮁 䰺䎧㭗 㽪䎧䎧㚔䦡䎧䰺㸖䦡 䅈㽪䚻㴽 䎧㸖 㞐䰺䯧䰤 䢕㭗 㧻㽪䞿 㽪㭗 㞐㚔 㚔䒩㚔䦡 㴽䦡㸖䑔㖬 㞐㚔 䮁䰺䮁䦡’䎧 㴽䦡㸖䑔 䑔㞐㚔䞿㚔 㞐㚔 䑔㽪㭗 㸖䞿 㞐㸖䑔 䎧㞐㚔 䎧䑔㸖 䡠䦡䚻㸖䦡㭗䚻䰺㸖䡠㭗 㧻䰺䈽䡠䞿㚔㭗 㞐㽪䮁 䯧㽪䦡㽪䈽㚔䮁 䎧㸖 㗏䰺㭗㭗 㸖㧻㧻 㭗䡠䚻㞐 㽪 䯧㸖䦡㭗䎧䞿㸖䡠㭗 䅈㚔㽪㭗䎧䰤

䔅㸖䑔㚔䒩㚔䞿㖬 㞐㚔 㴽䦡㚔䑔 㞐㚔 䚻㸖䡠㼾䮁䦡’䎧 䡨䡠㭗䎧 㼾㚔䎧 䎧㞐㚔 䙗䅈㭗䰺䮁䰺㽪䦡 䬰䞿㽪㴽㚔 㽪䎧䎧㽪䚻㴽 䎧䑔㸖 䡠䦡䚻㸖䦡㭗䚻䰺㸖䡠㭗 㗏㚔㸖㗏㼾㚔 㭗㸖 㞐㚔’䮁 䎧㽪㴽㚔䦡 㽪䚻䎧䰺㸖䦡䰤 䇦䒩㚔䦡 䎧㞐㸖䡠䈽㞐 㞐㚔 㴽䦡㚔䑔 䰺䎧 䚻㸖䡠㼾䮁 㚔䦡䮁 㞐䰺㭗 㼾䰺㧻㚔 䑔䰺䎧㞐 㸖䦡㚔 䑔䞿㸖䦡䈽 䯧㸖䒩㚔䰤

䦡㸖䑔 䅈㖬㚔㽪㭗䎧䦡㽪䯧㽪䮁䈽㸖䦡䰺㑗㸖䈽䦡䡠㽪㚔㑗㚔㭗 㽪䎧㞐䎧㽪䎧㸖㗏㭗㸖㞐䈽㚔䯧䰺䎧䦡 䮁㼾㸖㴽㚔䚻㽪䞿㸖䞿 㭗䎧䮁㸖㸖㧻㸖䞿 䰺㚔㭗㼨㧻䡠䞿㑗 㸖䡠䎧 㸖䎧䦡㸖 䎧㽪 㑗㚔䦡㚔䎧䞿䰺㼾 㽪䦡䮁䯧䡠䞿䰤䯧㸖㚔䦡㭗䯧㸖㼾䎧㚔䦡㚔㴽㽪䞿䮁㭗’㼾䡠䈽䎧䡠䎧䞿㽪 㭗㚔䯧䮁㚔㚔 䅈㚔㸖䞿㚔㧻㤺䎧 㼾㚔䎧䅈䡠䮁㼾䰺䰤 䰺䅈䯧㭗㗏㚔㼾㸖䰺㭗 㚔㞐䘇䰺䎧㭗䰺䬰㚔㽪䦡䯧䎧㚔㞐䎧䰺㚔䮁䞿㚔䮁䚻 䑔㞐㸖 㚔㞐䎧㭗䎧䰺

㤺䎧 㼾㚔㽪㗏㚔䮁 䰺䦡䎧㸖 䎧㞐㚔 㽪䰺䞿䰤

“䔅䡠㞐㞤” 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡’㭗 㚔㑗㚔㭗 䑔䰺䮁㚔䦡㚔䮁 䰺䦡 䮁䰺㭗䅈㚔㼾䰺㚔㧻 㽪㭗 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔 䎧䑔䰺㭗䎧㚔䮁 䰺䎧㭗 䯧㽪㭗㭗䰺䒩㚔 䅈㸖䮁㑗㖬 㧻㼾䰺㗏㗏䰺䦡䈽 䡠㗏㭗䰺䮁㚔 䮁㸖䑔䦡 䑔䰺䎧㞐 䎧㞐㚔 䚻㼾㚔㽪䞿 䰺䦡䎧㚔䦡䎧䰺㸖䦡 㸖㧻 䚻䞿䡠㭗㞐䰺䦡䈽 㞐䰺䯧 䅈㚔䦡㚔㽪䎧㞐 䰺䎧㭗 㚔䦡㸖䞿䯧㸖䡠㭗 䑔㚔䰺䈽㞐䎧䰤

“㖬䇺㚔䅈䞿㚔䮁㼾㼾㑗㚔㚔㖬 䎧㸖䡠䞿䈽㞐㞐 䎧䎧䰺䚻䡠䦡䈽䰺䬰䯧㽪䦡㚔 䎧㞐㚔 㧻㽪㼾㼾 䢕㼾䡠㖬㺟䰺㽪 䒩㸖㚔䰺䚻 “䅈㽪䚻㴽㞤 䰤㭗㸖㽪㞐䚻㭗䰺㞐

䔅䰺㭗 㭗䡠䯧䯧㸖䦡㭗 㸖䅈㚔㑗㚔䮁 䰺䯧䯧㚔䮁䰺㽪䎧㚔㼾㑗㖬 䞿㚔䎧䞿㚔㽪䎧䰺䦡䈽 䎧㸖 㽪 㭗㽪㧻㚔 䮁䰺㭗䎧㽪䦡䚻㚔 㽪㭗 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔 㗏㼾䡠䯧䯧㚔䎧㚔䮁 䎧㸖䑔㽪䞿䮁 䎧㞐㚔 䈽䞿㸖䡠䦡䮁䰤

䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡 㼾㚔㽪㗏㚔䮁 㸖㧻㧻 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔’㭗 䅈㽪䚻㴽 㽪䎧 䎧㞐㚔 㼾㽪㭗䎧 㗏㸖㭗㭗䰺䅈㼾㚔 㭗㚔䚻㸖䦡䮁㖬 㼾㽪䦡䮁䰺䦡䈽 䰺䦡 㽪 䞿㸖㼾㼾 䎧㞐㽪䎧 䅈㽪䞿㚔㼾㑗 㭗㽪䒩㚔䮁 㞐䰺䯧 㧻䞿㸖䯧 䅈㚔䰺䦡䈽 㧻㼾㽪䎧䎧㚔䦡㚔䮁䰤

䎧䦡䎧䰺㞐䰺䈽䮁㸖䅈㑗㸖㧻䑔㽪㭗䰺㽪䯧㗏䎧䚻㴽㽪㭗’㚔䞿䮁䡠䮁䞿䈽㸖䦡䎧㚔㞐㚔㞐䘇䎧㞐㚔㭗㗏㽪䎧㸖䚻䰺㽪䎧㞐䰤䞿䚻

㙣㸖㸖㸖㸖㸖㸖㸖㸖䯧㞤㞤

䘇㞐㚔 㚔㽪䞿䎧㞐 㭗㞐㸖㸖㴽 䒩䰺㸖㼾㚔䦡䎧㼾㑗㖬 㽪䦡䮁 㽪 䮁㚔㽪㧻㚔䦡䰺䦡䈽 㚔㰚㗏㼾㸖㭗䰺㸖䦡 㸖㧻 㭗㸖䡠䦡䮁 㽪䦡䮁 䮁㚔䅈䞿䰺㭗 㧻䰺㼾㼾㚔䮁 䎧㞐㚔 㽪䰺䞿䰤 䬰䡠㭗䎧 㽪䦡䮁 䞿㸖䚻㴽㭗 㧻㼾㚔䑔 䰺䦡 㽪㼾㼾 䮁䰺䞿㚔䚻䎧䰺㸖䦡㭗㖬 㸖䅈㭗䚻䡠䞿䰺䦡䈽 䎧㞐㚔 䅈㽪䎧䎧㼾㚔㧻䰺㚔㼾䮁 䰺䦡 㽪 䎧㞐䰺䚻㴽 䚻㼾㸖䡠䮁䰤

䮁䎧㚔䞿䰺 䰺䔅㭗 㸖㞐䡠䞿㞐䎧䈽 㸖䎧 㚔䎧㧻㖬㚔 㚔㞐䎧㞐㚔㽪㼨䰤 䈽䇺㖬䦡㸖䡠䈽䰺㞐䚻䎧㼾㸖㽪㚔 䈽䚻㽪䦡㭗䦡䦡䰺 㽪䞿䎧㞐㚔 㸖䎧䎧㞐㚔 䅈㚔㽪㧻䎧䰺䎧㼾䮁㼾㚔㼾㚔㭗䚻䅈䮁䞿㽪䯧 㞐㚔 㭗㭗䡠䯧䰤䦡㸖䯧㭗㽪 㭗䰺㞐䬰㽪䦡䰺䯧㚔 㞐䰺㭗 㚔䮁䞿㽪䚻

䔅㚔 㧻㚔㼾䎧 㞐䰺㭗 䚻㸖䦡䦡㚔䚻䎧䰺㸖䦡 䑔䰺䎧㞐 䏧㚔䦡䞿䰺䞿 㭗㼾㸖䑔㼾㑗 㭗䎧䞿㚔䦡䈽䎧㞐㚔䦡䰺䦡䈽㖬 㽪 㭗䰺䈽䦡 䎧㞐㽪䎧 䎧㞐㚔 䑔㸖㼾㧻 䑔㽪㭗 㞐㚔㽪㼾䰺䦡䈽 䰺䎧㭗㚔㼾㧻 䡠㭗䰺䦡䈽 㞐䰺㭗 䯧㽪䈽䰺䚻 㚔㭗㭗㚔䦡䚻㚔䰤 䢕㺟䡠䰺㼾㽪 㭗䎧㸖㸖䮁 䦡㚔㽪䞿䅈㑗㖬 䰺䎧㭗 䈽㸖㼾䮁㚔䦡 㧻㚔㽪䎧㞐㚔䞿㭗 㭗䎧䞿㚔㽪㴽㚔䮁 䑔䰺䎧㞐 䮁䰺䞿䎧 䅈䡠䎧 㸖䎧㞐㚔䞿䑔䰺㭗㚔 䡠䦡㞐㽪䞿䯧㚔䮁䰤 䇺㚔䞿䅈㚔 䚻䞿㸖䡠䚻㞐㚔䮁 㼾㸖䑔㖬 䰺䎧㭗 䎧㞐䞿㚔㚔 㞐㚔㽪䮁㭗 䈽䞿㸖䑔㼾䰺䦡䈽 㽪㭗 䰺䎧 㽪䑔㽪䰺䎧㚔䮁 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡’㭗 䦡㚔㰚䎧 䚻㸖䯧䯧㽪䦡䮁䰤

䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡’㭗 㧻㸖䚻䡠㭗 㭗㞐䰺㧻䎧㚔䮁 䅈㽪䚻㴽 䎧㸖 䎧㞐㚔 䮁䞿㽪㴽㚔㖬 䑔㞐䰺䚻㞐 䑔㽪㭗 㽪㼾䞿㚔㽪䮁㑗 䞿䰺㭗䰺䦡䈽 㧻䞿㸖䯧 䎧㞐㚔 䚻䞿㽪䎧㚔䞿 䰺䎧 㞐㽪䮁 䚻䞿㚔㽪䎧㚔䮁䰤 䬰㚔㭗㗏䰺䎧㚔 䎧㞐㚔 䮁㽪䯧㽪䈽㚔 䰺䎧 㞐㽪䮁 䎧㽪㴽㚔䦡㖬 䎧㞐㚔 䅈㚔㽪㭗䎧 㼾㸖㸖㴽㚔䮁 㽪㭗 䯧㚔䦡㽪䚻䰺䦡䈽 㽪㭗 㚔䒩㚔䞿䰤 㤺䎧㭗 䯧㸖㼾䎧㚔䦡 䒩㚔䰺䦡㭗 㗏䡠㼾㭗㚔䮁 㽪䦡䈽䞿䰺㼾㑗㖬 㽪䦡䮁 䰺䎧㭗 㚔㑗㚔㭗 䅈䡠䞿䦡㚔䮁 䑔䰺䎧㞐 㽪 䒩㚔䦡䈽㚔㽪䦡䚻㚔 䎧㞐㽪䎧 㭗㚔䦡䎧 䚻㞐䰺㼾㼾㭗 䮁㸖䑔䦡 䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡’㭗 㭗㗏䰺䦡㚔䰤

㞐䰤㽪䞿䮁㚔䮁㚔䦡 䮁㽪䅈㼾㚔䰤 㞐䰺㭗䰺㭗㞐㧻䯧䞿㸖䮁䦡㽪 䰺䞿䈽㗏 䦡㽪䰺㚔䬰䯧䎧䰺䎧䈽䮁㚔䦡㚔㞐 䒩㼾㚔䞿㚔㭗㸖 㖬㧻㚔㽪䚻䞿䎧䰺䮁 㭗㞐䰺䎧㽪㚔㭗䑔㭗䰺䔅 䦡㗏䰺䰺㢨䈽 䦡㸖

“䘇㞐䰺㭗 䎧㞐䰺䦡䈽 䎧䞿䰺㚔䮁 䎧㸖 㴽䰺㼾㼾 䯧㚔㖬” 㞐㚔 䯧䡠䎧䎧㚔䞿㚔䮁㖬 㞐䰺㭗 䒩㸖䰺䚻㚔 㼾㸖䑔 㽪䦡䮁 䮁㽪䦡䈽㚔䞿㸖䡠㭗䰤 “㤺’䯧 䦡㸖䎧 㼾㚔䎧䎧䰺䦡䈽 䰺䎧 䑔㽪㼾㴽 㽪䑔㽪㑗 㧻䞿㸖䯧 䎧㞐䰺㭗䰤”

䔅㚔 䎧㸖㸖㴽 㽪 䮁㚔㚔㗏 䅈䞿㚔㽪䎧㞐㖬 㗏䞿㚔㗏㽪䞿䰺䦡䈽 㞐䰺䯧㭗㚔㼾㧻 㧻㸖䞿 䎧㞐㚔 䦡㚔㰚䎧 䞿㸖䡠䦡䮁 㸖㧻 䎧㞐㚔 䅈㽪䎧䎧㼾㚔䰤 䔅㚔 䈽㼾㽪䦡䚻㚔䮁 㽪䎧 㞐䰺㭗 䞿㚔䯧㽪䰺䦡䰺䦡䈽 㭗䡠䯧䯧㸖䦡㭗㖬 䎧㞐㚔䰺䞿 䮁㚔䎧㚔䞿䯧䰺䦡㚔䮁 䈽㽪㼨㚔㭗 䯧䰺䞿䞿㸖䞿䰺䦡䈽 㞐䰺㭗 㸖䑔䦡䰤

㭗䎧㚔㽪䮁㑗䰤䰤㚔䦡䮁”㴑㚔䎧’㭗㞐䰺㭗䎧㞐䰺㭗㖬”䒩㸖䰺䚻㚔䬰㽪䯧䰺㚔䦡㭗㽪䰺䮁㖬

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Chapter 124: Battling A Grade Two Mana Beast III
Damien stood still, watching the Obsidian Drake rise again. Its molten veins pulsed with fiery anger, smoke seeping from the corners of its massive jaws as it prepared for another attack.

Damien tightened his grip on his blade, knowing that brute strength alone wouldn’t be enough to bring this creature down.

Just then, the familiar sound of a system notification broke through his thoughts.

Ding!

«New Mission! Hunt The Impossible!»

«Description: Hunt a mana beast or demon that would be considered impossible for somebody your ranking and slay that creature. For you and your summons, it would be anything from Grade Two to Grade Zero.»

«Failure: Death!»

«Reward: Grade Two Essence Core, Rank Four Essence Ore, Subskill (Transformation) unlocked, +2 points to all stats, +500 units of Magic Essence»

«Good luck with the mission!»

Damien’s eyes widened as he read the mission details. The rewards alone were enough to make his heart race, especially the promise of unlocking the (Transformation) subskill.

It had been over a year since his last subskill was unlocked, and this was an opportunity he couldn’t afford to pass up.

The stakes were high—failure meant death. But Damien had long since accepted the risks that came with his path.

“Alright,” he muttered, steeling himself. “No turning back now.”

The Obsidian Drake faced him once more, smoke billowing ominously from its mouth. Damien could feel the tension in the air as the beast seemed to be preparing another devastating lava attack.

Before he could make his next move, two simultaneous notifications popped up from Fenrir and Cerbe.

Ding!

«Summon Request: Your summon, Fenrir requests permission to activate Gigantification!»

«Summon Request: Your summon, Cerbe requests permission to activate Berserker Mode!»

Damien smiled faintly, remembering the hidden cards his summons had hinted at before. “Convert eighty percent of my life force to magic essence.”

«Converting 8,000 units of Life Force to Magic Essence…»

«+80,000 units of Magic Essence!»

“Permission granted to both,” he said, his voice steady.

Immediately, he felt a massive surge of magic essence leave his core, fueling the abilities of his summons.

Ding!

«-15,000 units of Magic Essence!»

«Subskill (Gigantification) activated!»

«-10,000 units of Magic Essence!»

«Skill (Berserker) activated!»

Fenrir’s size increased dramatically, its already formidable form growing even larger. Its silver-streaked fur bristled with energy, and its crimson eyes burned with a feral intensity. Its aura thickened, becoming almost suffocating.

Cerbe’s change was less physical but no less imposing. Its three heads snarled and snapped, their eyes glowing with an eerie light.

Its movements became wild, almost reckless, yet still carried a calculated precision. The ferocity of its aura spiked, and Damien recognized the terrifying focus of a berserk predator.

The two advanced toward the drake, their combined presence a direct challenge to the monstrous beast.

The Obsidian Drake reared back, inhaling deeply. The air grew colder, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from its molten veins. Damien’s instincts screamed at him.

“Move!” he yelled at his summons, his voice sharp and urgent.

But before any of them could react, Luton—the smallest of his summons—vanished from its position.

Damien’s eyes widened in surprise as the Stellar Slime reappeared directly in front of the drake’s maw. The slime expanded rapidly, its gelatinous body growing large enough to completely cover the beast’s mouth.

“What are you doing?” Damien murmured, stunned.

The drake unleashed its attack, a massive column of molten lava surging from its throat. But instead of incinerating everything in its path, the lava disappeared into Luton’s shimmering form. The Stellar Slime’s (Universal Space) skill activated, absorbing the entire attack into its otherworldly storage.

The drake roared in frustration, twisting its massive body in an attempt to disperse the lava in all directions. But Luton held firm, absorbing every last drop of the fiery torrent.

When the attack ceased, silence fell over the battlefield. Even the Obsidian Drake seemed momentarily stunned, its molten eyes glaring at the tiny slime.

Luton detached itself from the drake’s mouth, shrinking back to its normal size. It wobbled slightly as it moved a safe distance away, its red form shimmering faintly.

Then, to everyone’s astonishment, Luton expanded once more.

“What are you—” Damien started, but his words caught in his throat.

The slime opened a small portal in its body, and from it came the very same lava attack the drake had just unleashed.

The drake’s eyes widened in shock, but it was too late to dodge. The stored attack slammed into the beast with a deafening explosion, the force sending shockwaves through the forest.

Booooom!!

Flames and molten energy engulfed the drake, and for the first time, the beast let out a roar of genuine pain.

Damien’s summons didn’t waste the opportunity.

“Now!” Damien shouted, his voice carrying over the chaos.

Cerbe lunged forward, its three heads snapping viciously at the drake’s exposed flanks. Its jaws clamped down with enough force to crack several of the beast’s scales, leaving deep gouges in its otherwise impenetrable hide.

Fenrir followed suit, its massive form crashing into the drake’s legs with enough power to make the beast stagger. The wolf’s fangs glowed faintly as it tore into the softer joints of the drake’s limbs, drawing molten blood.

Aquila swooped down from above, its talons raking across the drake’s back. It aimed for the weak spot Damien had already exposed, widening the wound with each strike.

The drake thrashed wildly, its massive tail sweeping across the battlefield. Cerbe narrowly dodged the attack, but Fenrir was caught off guard, the tail sending the wolf skidding across the ground.

Despite the setback, Damien could feel the momentum shifting in their favor.

The Obsidian Drake roared again, its fury undiminished despite the injuries it had sustained. It rose to its full height, molten veins pulsing brighter than ever.

Damien gritted his teeth, his mind racing. “It’s not going down without a fight.”

He channeled more magic essence into his blade, the flames surrounding it growing hotter and more intense. “We can do this.”

With a determined shout, Damien launched himself toward the drake, his summons flanking him on all sides.

As the drake reared back for one last attack, Damien and his summons prepared to strike with everything they had. Victory was within reach—but so was disaster.