My Summons Are Mythical Beasts

Chapter 60 - 60: Inside The Cave

The low growl coupled with the dark surroundings of the cave made Lucas' body freeze on the spot.

Cold sweat trickled down his spine as various thoughts ran through his mind.

'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,

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]