My Summons Are Mythical Beasts

Chapter 92 Rush

The next morning quickly came in the blink of an eye after Lucas fell asleep.

Lucas, who had woken up an hour ago, was staring over the horizon, which had now begun to turn lilac.

To clearly observe what will happen, he had unconsciously woken up earlier than expected.

At this moment, Lucas hid in the dense leaves of a tall tree overlooking the creek.

In this position, he was able to see a wide area of the creek. He was not extremely close, and at the same time, not too far away from the creek. The tree that he was perching on has rooted at around twenty meters away from the creek. The branch he was sitting on, though, has extended at around ten meters away from the creek.

He was in a vintage point of view and would not be easily spotted from above and below.

As the sun in the horizon began to show itself, Lucas also noticed some movements a few meters behind the tree that he was positioned on.

These were the dried leaves and dead twigs alarm traps he had set up yesterday.

With his vintage point of view, Lucas easily spotted where the movements were coming from.

A beast was slowly crawling toward the creek with great caution. It cautiously looked around as it stepped on the dead twigs and leaves sprawled on the ground. Not suspecting anything, the beast continued to move forward toward the creek.

A moment later, Lucas saw another beast coming into his view from another location. This one was more massive and looked more menacing than the first one he saw. Its steps appeared careful, but were actually heavy and quick. Even if the beast did not step on the alarm traps he had set up, Lucas was still able to hear the commotion that it caused from afar.

As the sound of the new beast footsteps resound in the area, the small beast that came first halted on the spot, highly alert.

It kept looking around, its eyes and actions full of wariness.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and a moment later, the two beasts of varying size met each other.

The next moment, an unbelievable thing happened right in front of Lucas' eyes.

After the two beast's eyes met in the middle, the bigger one—that with a quick glance looked like an apex predator, actually ignored the smaller one.

As if it did not exist in the first place, the bigger one ignored the small beast and continued to move forward with the same cautious yet heavy and quick strides.

After a few seconds, the small beast continued to move forward too, as if meeting the bigger beast was just merely an illusion, and something it did not have to mind.

A few moments later, Lucas saw the same scene happening over and over again.

Beasts that met each other would choose to ignore, rather than go into a conflict.

No matter if they were big, small, a predator or prey, all of them chose peace over violence as they moved toward the creek.

Looking over, Lucas saw those beasts drinking water over the creek. They were close to each other, one tiny leap and a predator beast would be able to attack the beast nearest to it easily.

With a quick glance, Lucas counted at least fifteen of them in the area in front of him alone.

He did not dare to imagine how many beasts were drinking in other parts of the creek during this time.

None of them seemed to mind the presence of the others, though.

The scene was quite marvelous, and at the same time bizarre.

Just like what happened yesterday, the beasts that were done drinking retreated, while new ones would emerge from god knows where to replace them and drink their fill of flowing water.

Like yesterday, the drinking session went awfully peaceful.

The session had once again lasted for almost two hours.

As the last beast retreated away from the creek, the surroundings became eerily quiet with only the sound of flowing water entering his ears.

The morning drinking session was truly bizarre and harrowing.

It made Lucas wonder what was truly special about the creek's water.

His gaze shifted toward the west where the creek probably originated from. If the creek has an end, its secret would probably be hidden there.

After allowing the surroundings to calm down, Lucas decided to come down from the tree.

Now that he had confirmed one part of his conjectures, he could now start to prepare for his plan of sprinting toward the mountain. To do that, though, Lucas would need all the energy that he could have, though.

Gathering the things he had hidden yesterday, Lucas began to prepare for his meal. Since he already cooked the remaining hare meat yesterday, he only needs to heat them up now.

***

In another part of the wilderness that Lucas was in.

Asher bent down on his knees and stared at the dried puddle of blood located beneath a tree.

Behind him was the corpse of a small beast. Judging from the fresh blood that gushed out of its orifices, one would be able to immediately tell that it was killed through strangulation just a moment ago. Further behind, the corpses of some beasts—mostly small ones—were present too.

Asher stood up and looked around, as if trying to determine which direction he should go.

Through the pieces of trails left behind, he determined the direction and went toward it without any hesitation.

A moment later, Asher stood over a creek.

Bending down, he allowed the vine-like beasts in his arm to extend and dip toward it.

Asher tilted his head, "Rejuvenation?"

His eyes lit up with glee. Without hesitation, he scooped up some water and greedily drank it as if there was no tomorrow.

A couple of spluttering later, Asher stood up, his vicious grin growing wild. His previous stoic expression could no longer be maintained all the time and would sometimes show emotions.

Walking along the creek, he felt the effects of the creek's water gradually spreading through his body.

A few moments later, the smell of rotting corpses assaulted his nose.

"A Flame-Mane Lion? Am I in that area…" a scowl appeared on his face for a brief moment before it returned to its previous blank expression.

"This Flame-Mane Lion is the peak of Iron Star?" He judged through its size and color.

Recalling how that brat's contracted beast also managed to kill his Iron Star 9 Dark Catowl, Asher gritted his teeth in anger as he realized that maybe it was not a fluke.

"Could it be that they have grown stronger here?"

That was indeed a possibility.

He still believed that the death of his Dark Catowl was just an unfortunate incident caused by a mere fluke on that brat's end.

If they had indeed grown stronger in this wilderness, though, it showed how talented they were.

"Is that brat actually the new Gold Grade awakener?" A hint of annoyance surfaced on his face, but it was soon replaced by eyes full of rage.

"So what?"

"I'd still win!"

He needs to hurry, though. Who knew what kind of growth that brat would experience if left unchecked.

And so, his pace increased for the first time in a while.

***

After he and Spot were satisfied with their meal, they immediately set out to the west once more.

At this moment, Lucas was running at moderate speed as Spot ran in front of him, trying to match his pace.

Since he could not confirm if the beasts really did not dare set foot near the creek after the drinking secession, he decided to run at moderate speed for the time. Once he confirms his conjecture, though, he would be able to run as fast as he could without worrying about potential ambushers along the way.

After almost an hour of running, Lucas and Spot decided to stop. He drank some water in his canteen while Spot went to the creek to drink water there.

Spot even looked at him as if saying that he should also drink the creek's water directly.

Showing a wry smile, Lucas indeed went over and took a tiny scoop of water using his hand to drink.

After recovering some Spiritual Energy, Lucas and Spot continued with the same pace once more.

Two hours later, it was already noon.

They had traveled along the creek, for the past three hours without encountering any beast to his delight.

Their journey was not interrupted, and Lucas could now more or less confirm that his second conjecture was also true.

With that, he could now choose to sprint toward the west and reach the west mountain as fast as possible.

After a slight rest, Lucas and Spot once again sprinted forward.

The creek had already curved multiple times, but the curve was nothing drastic and it still slithered to the direction that he was going.

As the sun began to set in the horizon, Lucas, who was quite tired from his sprinting journey, finally stopped on his tracks.