Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 264: Out On a Hunt

After witnessing Althea's dead body, Zaroth didn't really know how to feel.

One could say that he was a menace—he had a dragon and other beasts under his command, he also had a few handy skills.

He had killed a Demigod and became a champion in the tournament… and yet, just like he had failed to save his mother, he had failed to save Althea.

Althea reminded him of his mother greatly, so her loss shook him to his core. It was like he had lost his mother for a second time.

He had failed not once, but twice. How could someone be so powerful and at the same time so incredibly incompetent?

His feelings were all over the place, so much so that he didn't even bother to go speak with his friends anymore. He actively avoided them, lost deep in thought. He wanted revenge, yet... how was he supposed to get it?

But thanks to Elysia, he was now here. He was able to fight the soldiers of the Crimson Sun Empire.

Sure, he had yet to find and kill Solara, but it was a nice start, and killing them gave him a nice boost of motivation.

Why had he dressed the way he did though? Zaroth liked to think that because of the tournament he was a bit famous, so he didn't want people to connect him to who he was now. But truthfully, he just liked acting like someone else. After all, if he wasn't Zaroth, he didn't have Zaroth's problems. Basically, he was running away from them.

This wasn't going to continue for a long time, of course, as eventually, he would have to face his feelings head-on. But at least for now, he was going to enjoy the moment to the fullest.

As he pulled the odachi out of the abdomen of a man, he focused on his next target.

He might be acting like someone else, but why did he still use Luna? Wasn't that dangerous?

The answer was very simple: first, Zaroth honestly at this point in time couldn't give less of a fuck about global law or whatnot, and second, the whole reason he had bothered with the branch was that if one managed to survive his onslaught, they would think that he had called the dragon, not summoned it.

It wasn't forbidden to make pacts with Mythic beasts; it was a crime to tame them. And he had not summon or desummon Luna in plain view so no one could truly accuse him of anything.

"You fuck!" a few of the soldiers had finally managed to get a hold of themselves as they readied their weapons and surrounded Zaroth.

Moving his eyes slightly, he quickly counted how many had survived Luna's fire by ducking, it was ten—more than he expected.

Yet rather than feeling nervous, he smiled behind the mask.

At least he was going to refine his skills with the odachi a bit!

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With that thought, he rained down on the closest enemy.

This time the person he was attacking wasn't shocked but prepared. So he managed to block Zaroth's strike.

Once he did, the man realized something about the person wearing white robes,

The attack was weak!

It wasn't surprising—first, Zaroth didn't really have much skill with an odachi, at least not when compared to people with over a decade of experience. Second, he was still just eighteen. His body was inferior to that of a man nearly twice his age.

But if Zaroth lacked the force to win against his opponent, he could always turn the tables in his favor by using his favorite trick—

More force!

Just... not the one his opponent expected.

Opening his left palm, he let out a fireball, catching his enemy off guard.

And just as the others were about to group up against him, his beasts appeared behind them and began attacking as well.

He was hiding the fact that he could summon Luna, not his other beasts.

As such, the ten men that had remained had dropped dead soon after.

The kill count was as follows,

Luna was in the lead, but Zaroth didn't want to bother counting how many burned bodies there were, as they were at least in the thousands.

Zaroth was in second place with four kills.

Hellweaver and Silverfang had been tied with two.

And the four unnamed wolves shared two kills.

Exhausted, Zaroth sat on the ground as he began to pat Silverfang on the head.

"This was pretty fun," he admitted. Who knew defending a city alone from a small army could be such a nice experience?

Not to mention that he practiced using his new odachi in actual combat.

The old one had been destroyed due to the Demigod, so he was able to get a new one that matched the color of his robes.

Why had he decided to wear entirely white?

Because if the need arose and he had to ride upon Luna's back, there was a good chance that he would be unseen, as the white robes were able to blend with her white bones.

After he was done playing with Silverfang, he sighed as he desummoned his beasts.

As the battle was over, he stood up on his two feet and raised his hand high in the sky—a signal that it was okay—and after a few seconds, the bridge began to lower.

Of course, the battle wasn't entirely over. There was still one beast who hadn't had her fun yet.

With a smile, Zaroth muttered, "You've stayed in my soul long enough. Now it's time you practiced your new powers."

*****

As the five scouts, along with Thorne, rode down the mountain, they had numerous thoughts running through their minds.

"How the hell did this happen? Why did a dragon appear and attack us?!" the girl with pink hair shouted, both in fury and fear.

"It had to be that bastard! He used some kind of green flame to burn a branch, and the dragon's flames were green! It must be true—they made a pact with a dragon!" one of the male scouts yelled back.

Thorne grit his teeth. In that moment, he was glad that they hadn't brought more forces—if they had, the death toll would've been even more disastrous.

"As soon as we get back, we will inform the general about this. No—the whole council must know about it!" Thorne called as he looked back.

At least he hadn't lost all of his soldiers, as there were still the four sc—

'Four?! Weren't there five?!' Thorne was sure that, apart from himself, there had been five people on horseback. And yet, one was missing. Had he been mistaken, or had they lost one more man?

He quickly got his answer, however, as a shadow that was almost impossible to spot moved with dazzling speed toward them, ready to devour its next victim.

"FASTER!" Thorne screamed as he urged his horse forward.

Following his command, the scouts did the same.

Unknown to them, what they were seeing was Nightshade—after her evolution.

Now that her evolution had finally been completed, she was now of the Epic tier.

And she was out on a hunt.