My Summons Are Mythical Beasts

\'Shit, is there a beast in this cave?\'

\'How is this possible?\'

Lucas had already surveyed the cave earlier. Though the cave has a somewhat big opening, the space inside was actually not that big. Even if there was a beast here, Lucas would have spotted it the moment he entered earlier. Spot was also here earlier, so he could not have missed a beast hiding inside the cave as well.

Lucas did not move an inch, but he forcefully toned his emotion down. He perked up his ears and tried to discern where the low growl was coming from.

\'Behind?\'

Lucas slowly turned around. His hands were already gripping the Armadon Tonfa, preparing for what was to come. And just to be safe, he decided to summon Spot once again. Although Spot had not properly rested yet, Lucas had no other choice but to summon him.

Whatever it was that kept on making the growl, Lucas did not think for a second that he would be able to beat it.

As for escaping, that would be even more of a bad idea.

Spot was exhausted, and so was he.

The moment Spot was summoned, he immediately looked around, searching for the enemy. A look of confusion and exhaustion appeared on his face the moment he realized there weren\'t any.

Lucas shook his head and pointed forward.

"Listen to it," Lucas whispered with the lowest voice he could manage.

Spot adhered as he tilted his head sideways.

Growwl!

At that moment, the low growl once again resounded. Spot immediately tensed as his snout turned toward the location of the growl.

The low growl disappeared, but Spot and Lucas\' tensed nerves did not.

\'Woof!\'

Spot growled softly in return.

His previous tense nerves disappeared; his nose twitched as he kept on sniffing the ground as he moved forward.

Lucas was just about to stop him, but decided to trust him instead.

For a while now, most of their enemies have always been carefully selected by Lucas. Now, he decided to trust Spot and decided to stay quiet.

For Spot to go forward even after hearing that growl, Lucas thought that he must be confident.

At the next moment, Spot slowly transformed into his Hellhound form. His figure almost filled the entire cave with barely enough space to move around.

He continued to move forward and growled at the spot in front of him. He then turned his head to Lucas before pulling it back quickly, as if telling him to take a look.

Lucas nodded his head and took a step forward.

Taking out his flashlight, he carefully illuminated the area in front.

\'Nothing?\'

A scowl surfaced on his face as soon as he saw that there was only the rough cave\'s wall in front of them.

\'Wait, rough?\'

Lucas looked around, lighting the rest of the cave with the flashlight. At that moment, he realized that the cave walls were actually smooth and white—the same texture as that of the White Stone Cliff. However, the cave wall in front of him and Spot was actually rough and was more grayish than white.

Aside from that, Lucas also noticed that the rest of the cave walls had some cracks on them, just like the White Stone Cliff outside. However, the cave wall in front, instead of cracks, had some holes scattered around.

Over all, it looked as if it were a cheap imitation of the White Stone Cliff\'s texture. He tried to knock on the wall and determined that it was somewhat hollow, as if there was another space just behind the cheaply crafted wall.

\'Crafted…\'

That alone told Lucas that something was wrong.

The low growl still kept on resounding in the cave; the interval was not uniform, but a growl would resound once in a while.

Lucas looked at Spot and asked, "What do you think? Should we try and see what\'s behind it?"

Without hesitation, Spot, in his Hellhound form, growled in affirmation.

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Lucas smiled and nodded his head. "Alright."

He decided to trust the decision of Spot. This way, he would also be able to determine what he should do in the future.

"Go for it." As soon as Lucas said that, Spot smashed the cheap wall with all his might.

Boom!

Spot\'s paw connected, and at the next moment, the cheap wall crumbled like dust.

Lucas let the dust settle as he once again pointed his flashlight forward. And just like what he suspected, there was indeed another space hidden behind that cheaply made wall.

Growwll!

The growl resounded once more. This time, it was more forceful and enraged.

Lucas tensed, but upon seeing that Spot was still calm, he also calmed himself.

Spot returned the growl, his mouth barred, his gaze fixed ahead with a hint of cautiousness in it.

Lucas also focused his gaze forward, his eyes constricting at the next second. For a moment, Lucas forgot to breathe.

Woorf!

His thoughts were pulled back by Spot\'s soft growl.

\'Shit, it\'s indeed here!\' Lucas screams internally as he sees what was in front of them.

It was a massive head akin to a sheep. There was a thick wool covering its forehead, with two long horns curved forward menacingly. Its eyes were half shut, but it stared at Lucas with deep hatred and animosity.

Behind the massive head was an equally massive body. It has thick and curly brown wool sticking to its body.

\'The Cliff Borne Ram!\'

Lucas stared in shock at the beast in front of him. Not only because it was a Cliff Borne Ram, but also because this Cliff Borne Ram was a little familiar to him.

It was the Cliff Borne Ram that was chased by those seniors a few days ago. With this, Lucas could more or less confirm that his theory and conjectures were indeed true.

He was not happy that he was proven right, though.

There was a lot to think about now that he had proven his previous conjectures. However, before that, he knew that he must focus on the problem at hand.

Battered and injured, the Cliff Borne Ram sprawled to the ground, tied tightly by long, thick vines; its eyes emitted animosity and cruelty as it stared at Lucas and Spot.

It growled toward him and struggled to break free from the vine\'s clutches. If it was a healthy Cliff Borne Ram, such vines would not have been able to pin it down. However, with its injuries, it was tightly held in place by the vines, with no hope of escape.

Unless, of course, it somehow recovered.

As soon as he thought of that, Lucas glanced down and noticed a peculiar bottle in front of Cliff Borne Ram\'s nose.

A frown appeared on his face upon seeing such an item in front of it. The bottle was also vaguely familiar, as if he had seen something like that before.

There was no way that it was put there without a purpose.

Although he was curious about the bottle, reason got the better of him. He did not come closer and inspect it.

Instead, he looked at Spot and ordered, "Kill it!"

The Cliff Borne Ram looked pathetic and weak. However, Lucas knew more than anyone else not to underestimate it given its state. There was a saying that an injured and cornered beast was more dangerous, after all.

He did not take pity with it either. All beasts were cruel toward humans; that was a universal fact.

One should not take pity when they encounter an injured beast. What they must do was to rejoice and kill it for easy experience points.

That was exactly what Lucas was doing right now.

Spot did not take pity on the struggling beast either. He hopped forward and arrived right beside the neck of the tied Cliff Borne Ram.

His claw elongated and sharpened as he used the Sharp Claw skill. His paw descended down, trying to cut the already injured neck of the Cliff Borne Ram.

However, the thick wool prevented his claw from cutting down swiftly like it usually does. However, with even more force, the sharp claw gradually cut the Cliff Borne Ram neck down.

The Cliff Borne Ram wailed in agony. Its eyes, however, stared at Spot as if it wanted to smash him down. Even though it was in pain, it still had the same ferocity and cruelty in its eyes as it stared at Spot.

It struggled all its might, trying to break free from the vines that restricted it but to no avail.

Spot was relentless and continued to hack its neck down repeatedly.

One slash was not enough to cut its thick wool down, but after a while, an opening was created as the wool fell down.

Spot raised his paw up in the air and brought it down with a lot of force.

Blood splattered as Spot\'s claw cut through the neck of the beast halfway.

The Cliff Borne Ram was not dead yet, however, so Spot pulled his claw and brought it down one more time.

At the next moment, the struggling Cliff Borne Ram finally went stiff and then limped. The taut vines also began to loosen as the struggling beast breathed its last.

As the Cliff Borne Ram disintegrated into particles of light, Lucas summoned his grimoire and stared at the newly updated log.

However, his eyes constricted at the next second due to what he saw.

[You have killed an Iron Grade-Iron Star 6, Cliff Borne Ram (48%): You gained 7.52 XP]