Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!
Chapter 186: A Beast King!

Chapter 186: A Beast King!

The sky above the Infernal Ice Bastion had become a battlefield painted in crimson and dark blue.

From his apartment window, Creed watched with sharp, calculating eyes as the elite force of the DMA launched themselves into the air.

One by one, they shot upward like missiles, cloaked in waves of dimensional energy.

Lightning trailed behind some, icy wind spiraled around others, and pure force cracked the air as dozens of Silver-level Awakened took flight.

Each soldier was a miniature warship.

And in perfect formation, they met the incoming eagle beast lords in the sky with a sonic boom that shattered cloud lines.

The first collision was cataclysmic.

Rumble!

Blades clashed against talons. Spears pierced through thick red feathers that shimmered like molten rubies.

One soldier dove beneath a colossal eagle the size of a jetliner, his boots skimming the treetops, and with a savage upward strike, unleashed a crescent blade of frost that froze the eagle’s wings mid-flight, sending it crashing into the trees below.

Bang!

Another soldier soared with twin black sabers in hand, his body coated in flame.

He sliced through an eagle’s ribcage, riding its bloodied back down like a surfer on a meteor until it slammed into the ground in a fiery explosion.

Above them, the drones continued their silent, relentless cleansing, sweeping the lower-ranked beasts that had surged in under the eagle distraction.

They bombarded the tree lines with fire and light, forming beautiful, deadly webs of coordinated strikes.

The low-ranked beasts were disintegrated en masse.

It was a stunning display of precision.

"Silver-Level soldiers," Creed muttered to himself, leaning on the window frame, arms crossed. "And this is only a portion of their strength."

Beside him, Meredith watched with awe, her small fingers clenching the fabric of her apron. "They’re... not bad."

Creed nodded slowly. "But even they have limits."

Because then, it came.

A roar.

A roar so vast and thunderous that the very glass of Creed’s apartment vibrated.

This was no ordinary roar. It was ancient. Primordial. The kind of sound that once made lesser creatures bow instinctively.

And it came from the deepest parts of the forest beyond the battlefield, far beyond the drones’ scanning range.

Creed’s pupils contracted. He had a very, very bad feeling at that moment.

And then, on the distant horizon, dozens... then hundreds more glowing crimson silhouettes emerged from the roiling clouds.

"...Damn," Creed whispered, his voice low and cold.

Another swarm of Beast Lord eagles. Hundreds of them. Each one larger, faster, and more coordinated than the first wave!

They flew with synchronized discipline, their glowing eyes burning with a strange red light that was almost unnatural. It wasn’t just instinct guiding them.

Something... was leading them.

The sky that was already a war zone now trembled as this second legion of destruction approached, moving like an apocalyptic tide of blood-stained wings.

Creed’s brows knit together. The first wave had already stretched the DMA to their edge, and they were only gradually gaining the upper hand.

But this?

This was going to tip the scale.

The bastion’s sleek black and silver walls began to pulse with warning runes. The forcefield dome shimmered as more energy surged through its framework, preparing for possible impact.

A second siren began to blare. One that Creed hadn’t heard before. An escalation siren.

"—Alert. Tier-5 Beast Lord Surge Detected. Bastion-wide lockdown imminent. Mobilizing Full DMA Reserves. Estimated impact in 04 minutes."

The streets below shifted from organized tension to outright panic.

Creed clenched his jaw, his eyes tracking the rising threat. This wasn’t just a beast tide anymore. This was a calculated assault. And someone or something had just raised the stakes.

"Looks like we’re not done yet," he muttered grimly.

Meredith’s voice trembled beside him. "Creed... what do we do if the dome fails?"

Creed’s gaze hardened as he stepped back from the window and turned toward his training hall.

His face was calm. Focused. His voice was sharp as a blade.

"Then we make damn sure it doesn’t reach that point."

.....

A few minutes later...

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The shimmering dome of the Infernal Ice Bastion split open like the eye of a giant machine, and from its many sleek gates and emergency launch zones, Silver-level Awakened poured out like streams of fire from a furnace.

And among them, clad in sleek obsidian armor lined with faint crimson trim, Creed stepped into the sky.

No one questioned his presence. No one stopped him. A Hope Candidate didn’t need permission.

The moment his feet left the ground, Wings of Freedom ignited around him and he vanished into a blur of multicolored light.

Bang!

He moved with the same elegant violence as a blade slicing through silk. His speed was so insane that it couldn’t even be detected by most bronze level awakened!

It was almost instantaneous!

And then he vanished, only to reappear a hundred meters above the forest, soaring through the sky like a comet cloaked in murderous resolve.

Below him, the Beast Lord eagles roared and dove, each one a blood-drenched storm. But they were nothing to him now.

They were just Beast lords. At his current level of power, only a Greater beast lord could pose a threat to him.

"Pierce!"

Creed’s spear blurred forward. A streak of red light split the sky. The dark night sky flashed red briefly!

Boom!

An eagle the size of a transport shuttle exploded into feathers and gore. Another tried to dodge, only to find Creed had already appeared beside it, his arm cocked back.

"Double Pierce!"

Swoosh!

Two spear streaks. Two sonic booms. Two more eagles spiraled to the earth with gaping holes in their chests.

Pale Horizon tore through their flesh like it was wet paper. It didn’t even need to get activate to turn them into minced meat!

His movements were crisp, economical. He twisted and bent mid-air, controlling flight not only with his Wings of Freedom but also by alternating paths.

He used the path of Mountain when cornered, Killing for sharper strikes, Freedom to phase through mid-air ambushes.

The skies bent around him.

He was a god of slaughter!

The soldiers of the DMA, locked in desperate sky-duels with beast lords, could only gape between strikes.

"That’s... the Hope Candidate?!"

"He’s toying with them—!"

"Who the hell said he was just a talent from a backwater bastion?!"

Even the commanding officers took notice. Their HUDs flared with his tracking data, his kill rate, his speed, his energy profile.

[Name: Creed. Rank: Silver. Status: Vital. Kill Efficiency: 384% above average.]

Farther up, a woman with emerald green eyes and flowing red hair hovered mid-sky, slicing through an eagle’s wing with a blade of focused sharpness.

Her aura was elegant and honed. She was Fiona, the older sister of Kent and Trent.

She turned, sensing something.

Creed shot past her like a meteor, spear-first, cleaving an entire Beast Lord in two before she could blink.

Bang!

Her pupils dilated.

She couldn’t believe the distance between the two of them had grown so wide in such a short time.

She was already at the silver level when he just stepped on the path of the awakened and was a lowly stage 1 Bronze awakened.

Now, the power he casually displayed just now would require her absolute utmost to defend against it!

And he didn’t even look like he was trying!

How did he cultivate? How absurd was his talent?

Even the eagles, for all their savagery, began to shift mid-formation, pulling back from Creed’s path, sensing a natural predator.

But Creed didn’t smile. He didn’t even breathe easy. Because the further he fought, the heavier the knot in his chest grew.

At first, it was subtle. Like the whisper of wind before a landslide.

Then it became a pressure, coiling slowly in the back of his mind like a tightening vice. A stare. Not just hostile... but inevitable.

Something ancient, watching him from the depths of the forest, beyond the haze of smoke and laser fire.

His instincts screamed. Something was coming.

And then he felt it.

Death!

A presence so suffocating it twisted his lungs. His vision sharpened. His breath shortened. Every nerve in his body began to scream at once.

His body moved on instinct.

Wings of Freedom erupted at full force, his movement technique pushing to its very limit. His bones howled. Veins burned. The wind shattered around him as he shot away like a bullet through creation.

And then...

A roar.

One that tore through the air, the ground, the sky, and every soul beneath it.

It was not a sound. It was a sentence.

A declaration.

A damnation.

All of the awakened froze for half a breath. Soldiers stalled. Drones malfunctioned.

The dome of the bastion shuddered with reactive shields.

Meredith, still at the apartment window, clutched her chest and fell to her knees, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Creed spun mid-air, eyes wide. His breath fogged instantly despite the warmth of the battlefield.

In the distance, from the heart of the forest, it emerged.

Not yet visible.

But felt by all.

A Beast King!

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