Chapter 66. Get the damn sword!
The number of beasts was finally dwindling. Not only because Shin and the girls were crushing through them like flies, but because Bob, the so-called Beastmaster, was faltering. His mana hemorrhaged with every second. His face was now more pale, sunken, twitching with nerves as some of his beasts slipped from his control and collapsed into twitching heaps, dying.
Shin scoffed under his breath, slicing down a rat the size of a pitbull.
Such a damn useful skill....wasted on an empty-brained mutt!!
This bastard was gifted a rare-class ability... and he’s too fucking stupid to use it properly.
Every creature he summoned screamed potential—some spit venom hot enough to melt flesh, others had claws like meat hooks. The rats could tear through bone if they swarmed. But they didn’t. They just scattered, charged out of sync, and attacked without purpose.
Whoever’s pulling the strings is a damned idiot.
It was obvious the person had no proper control, and no plan. Just brute force. The beasts were nothing more than blunt instruments driven by raw rage.
If the person had any brains, they’d have summoned five beast—ten at most—and used them effectively. And not believe in numbers over strategy like some army commander from the past, back there before cars were eve invented.
Unbeknownst to him, Bob, hidden had his face twisted while saliva ran from his lips as he forced another creature into the fray. His linked vision with the creatures was blurring. All he could think about was burying Shin under a mountain of twitching, screeching monsters.
He didn’t care if they were falling apart.
He didn’t care if his brain felt like it was tearing in half.