My Summons Are Mythical Beasts

Everyone quickly looked up.

The moment they saw what it was above, their eyes immediately constricted into slits, and their hearts palpated in fear.

This was because the giant shadow that cast over them actually came from a massive beast.

And that beast was fast approaching them at extreme speed.

"Not good, it's the Vile Vulture!" Kane's face paled the moment he recognized the beast.

The others also recognized the beast at glance. Although they feared the beast, Lucas also saw reluctance, helplessness, and frustration in their eyes as they looked at the swooping bird.

From the looks of it, this was not their first encounter with such a beast, and the previous encounters did not bode well for them.

Without even receiving any order, the group's beasts hurriedly scurried over each other, as if preparing to defend from the Vile Vulture's attack. Like their summoners, these beasts showed apprehension toward the incoming Vile Vulture as well.

Swoosh!

The speed of the Vile Vulture was extremely swift. In just a moment, it has already arrived above their heads.

It was extremely black in color and had a long red neck. Its beak was quite sharp and curved downwards. Like its shadow, its size was also very massive, perhaps more massive than the Tri-Colored Finch they faced before.

Just when Lucas thought that the Vile Vulture would swoop down and attack the dog and the other beast, it suddenly bypassed them and landed a few meters ahead.

It landed directly above the dead Blood Elk's body.

It was just then that Lucas realized that the Blood Elk's dead body was its target in the first place.

Scavenger!

That thought crossed Lucas' mind the moment he saw the scene.

Now, he understood why the faces of others showed such a reaction the moment they saw the beast.

Had this beast stolen their prey a few times before as well?

Its name, Vile Vulture, was indeed suitable for it.

Shelsea and the others did not dare to move. Their beasts were also doing the same thing. For a moment, Lucas even thought that they ceased their breathing, afraid to attract the attention of the vile beast.

The Vile Vulture's massive talons groped the body of the Blood Elk boldly.

It ignored all the beasts around it, only focusing on the dead one, trying to assess if it could claw the corpse of the Blood Elk and bring it back to its den.

Its claws sank deep into the body of the elk. Getting a firm hold of the elk's body, the Vile Vulture prepared to soar upward and fly away with the corpse.

Seeing the Vile Vulture about to fly, none of the hunters dared to voice out their objection.

Although reluctant, they knew that they could do nothing about the current situation.

It was very strong and had the advantage of flying. If it wanted to escape, there was no way for them to stop it at all.

It spread its wings and prepared to flap away.

However, right before it could do so, a sonorous roar suddenly resounded, making its actions.

Its wings froze, and its eyes went blank for a moment before it turned its bald head and stared at where the roar came from.

Unknowingly, a massive black dog was already running toward it with extreme speed.

Of course, this dog was Spot in his Hellhound Manifestation form.

Seeing that no one dared to attack the thieving beast, Lucas decided to take the matter into his own hands.

After consulting Spot and receiving a positive reply, they immediately went into action.

Spot leaped away from Lucas's head and transformed into his Hellhound Manifestation form in midair.

Due to how high he leapt, his shadow was cast over everyone in front of Lucas, and they could not help but freak out upon realizing that another shadow was cast over them once again.

When Spot landed and let out Soft Bark, their hearts palpated in fear, not knowing where this massive beast had come from.

What was even more terrifying was that they did not know if this beast was an enemy or not.

After successfully stopping the Vile Vulture from flying away, Spot leapt above the congregating contracted beasts and landed not far away from them.

The moment he landed, the Vile Vulture opened its sharp beak and let out an ear-piercing scream that penetrated everyone's ears.

If it was any normal beast, they might have paused and been startled by that shrill scream alone.

However, Spot, in his Hellhound Manifestation form, was indifferent toward the scream.

Not even bothering about it, he charged toward the Vile Vulture and raised his paws while leaping toward it.

His claws extended forward. The intent to kill was apparent, and even the Vile Vulture was taken aback, not expecting a creature was brave enough to have designs on its life. Explore more stories with empire

Letting go of the Blood Elk's body, the Vile Vulture prepared to deal with this daring creature first.

Just as it was about to meet the paw with its talons, the Vile Vulture's movement suddenly halted midway.

Its eyes went dazed for a split second, completely forgetting what it was about to do.

Just when it recalled, it realized that a massive force had already struck its head.

BOOM!

The Vile Vulture's eyes went wide as its perception changed abruptly.

One time it was elevated at the level above that of the dog; the next, it was already in the ground, followed by immense pain.

Spot has smashed its head to the ground after he used Gentle Gaze toward it.

Left undefended, the head of the bald vulture could only kiss the ground with the help of Spot's paws.

Unfortunately, although the bird itself was quite massive, its head was quite small, and hence, only Spot's paws struck it cleanly.

Now that the bald head came into contact with the ground, Spot hopped over and stepped on its body violently.

Without pausing, he brought down his paws toward the bald head of the Vile Vulture once more.

Boom!

The Vile Vulture found its head kissing the ground once more. It wanted to flap its wings and fly away, but it belatedly realized that even its whole body was pinned to the ground by something heavy as well.

No matter how it struggled, it just could not get away from the pin.

With its body pinned to the ground, it could only move its head.

However, even that was proven to be more difficult.

Every time its head rose up a little, a massive force would smash it back brutally to the ground.

Its consciousness was clearly shaken by the repeated strikes. Blood has already escaped out of its orifices.

If not for its strong defense, its head would have exploded from the repeated impacts by now.

The Vile Vulture felt like crying!

Just kill me already!

You clearly had sharp claws!

Why not use it to end my life?

Why do you keep on hitting my bald head with your paws?

Boom!

And another paw pinned its head to the ground once again.

The Vile Vulture wanted to hit back. It wanted just to land one hit before dying.

Unfortunately, it was not able to do so anymore.

Its head no longer rose up; its body had its last spasms before it went still.

The Vile Vulture was dead!

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Spot allowed the dust to settle as he turned his head and looked toward the congregation of contracted beasts with a smug face.

It was as if his face was saying, 'Look! Can you do that?'

The arrogance and elegance were mixed together, letting out an imposing aura that felt even more suffocating than that of the Vile Vulture earlier.

As a noble prince of the dogs, Spot slowly jumped off the body of the dead Vile Vulture.

With unhurried steps, he slowly walked back to where Lucas was.

At the next moment, his figure transformed back to his Gentle Dog form, startling everyone to realize that it was actually the beast of Lucas.

Although small in stature, no one dared to underestimate him anymore.

In his small Gentle Dog form, Spot sauntered forward as if he were the most massive dog in the world.

The congregation of contracted beasts parted in half, allowing Spot to pass through without a problem.

After what he had shown earlier, who dared to stop him now?

As he walked past them, Spot tilted his head to the side and took an extra glance toward the dog of Shelsea.

It was as if he were saying, 'Look, who's bigger now?'

Meanwhile, Kane, with a wry smile, turned to look at Lucas with a complicated expression.

"What is the name of your beast again?"

Without much thought, Lucas answered.

"Ah, it's a Gentle Dog."

Kane and the others gasped inwardly.

All of them had the same thought.

'Gentle dog, your face!'

'Do you think what it showed earlier was quite gentle?'

'Your parents are gentle! Your ancestors are gentle!'

'Like hell, we'll believe that!'

'Your Gentle Dog is not so gentle after all!'

Seeing their bewildered gazes, Lucas could only smile wry.

Spot's race was indeed that of a Gentle Dog.

Not bothering to explain further, Lucas looked at Spot with a slight shake of his head.

'This rascal even knows how to show off to a 'girl' now?'

Spot arrived in front of him without any obstruction.

He then jumped toward Lucas' head and settled above his head peacefully.

After glancing around one last time, he then closed his eyes slowly.

Appearing on the battlefield in a cool manner and retreating on the battlefield in a cool manner as well.

Feeling all the gaze directed toward them, Lucas could not help but say, "Shouldn't we collect the Blood Elk and that Vile Vulture now?"