Chapter 46 - The End of the Beast Tide

Richard didn’t know how long it had been; the battle was still raging.He estimated that he and Pandora had killed about a thousand crazed animals, but the onslaught showed no sign of slowing down.

“Roar!”

Two squirrels and a raccoon, their eyes blood-red, slipped past Pandora’s defenses and attacked.

Richard shook his head slightly and chanted a spell, casting “Wind Repulsion” to knock the three small animals away; he then hurriedly chanted another spell.

A fist-sized ball of liquid oxygen formed, then merged with another larger sphere of liquid oxygen floating in the air.

Richard glanced at it and saw that the accumulated liquid oxygen was almost the size of half a basin—after using up nearly all the Magic Rune White Jade Plates, he could only generate liquid oxygen using the most basic method, which was extremely inefficient.

At that moment, the three animals he’d knocked away charged back, with the “Instant Noodle” raccoon taking the lead, and two “Wang Xun” squirrels covering from both wings. These usually adorable creatures now had eyes filled with bloodlust and rage.

Richard showed no mercy, flipped his hand, and a smaller scalpel appeared. With “Wind Light Spirit” empowering him, he lowered his body slightly to dodge the raccoon’s attack and slashed at the squirrel to his left.

With a “pfft,” the sharp blade effortlessly sliced through nearly half of the animal’s body, blood spurted out, and the creature fell to the ground with a scream.

Then Richard pivoted his body to stab at the squirrel to his right.

The right squirrel didn’t even try to dodge and fiercely bit down with its large front teeth at the blade, hoping to notch it. Richard twisted the blade edge, stabbing cruelly straight into the open mouth, through the throat and deep into the body, skewering the creature on the scalpel with a “pfft.”

With a slight flick, Richard threw off the squirrel that was unlikely to survive, and turned quickly to face the raccoon, which had just launched its second attack after the initial failure.

“Whoosh!”

The raccoon leapt. Richard, after watching, slightly relaxed his grip on the scalpel, allowing his muscles a split-second stretch before gripping fiercely again.

“Snap!”

With thumb, index, middle, ring, and pinky fingers sequentially exerting force, he tightly grasped the scalpel’s handle. Then, powered by his shoulders, elbows, and wrists, he swung forcefully forward.

In the night, a burst of cold light exploded, followed by a flash of blood.

With a “pfft,” the scalpel entered the middle of the raccoon’s body, hit something hard, paused briefly, and then with an outburst of force, sliced clean through.

“Crack-snap!”

The body of the raccoon, over half a meter long in its upper half, still airborne with eyes red with blood, its paws clawing the air, was cut in two. The lower half plummeted to the ground with a “thud”—Richard had bisected the raccoon, weighing over twenty pounds.

Blood sprayed; the upper half’s paws scratched weakly a few times, the bloodlust in its eyes gradually faded to lifelessness, and it arced through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Richard exhaled quietly, glancing at the three animal carcasses with no hesitation; he hurriedly chanted another spell and released a ball of liquid oxygen.

By now, the ball of liquid oxygen floating mid-air was about half the size of a washbasin.

Richard’s gaze fixed, he released a Wind Magic spell, sending the large ball of liquid oxygen into the distance, followed by a blood-red flame that shot from his hands, catching up as he shouted a reminder, “Watch out!”

Pandora, now on her fourth log, swung with force. Hearing Richard’s words, she blinked. With a “bang,” she swung the log with all her might, scattering countless frenzied animals, then stepped back, reluctantly dropping the log and covering her ears.

“Bang!”

At that moment, Richard’s “Fiery Flame Impact” spell successfully caught up with the liquid oxygen, leading to another explosion in midair.

“Boom!”

Intense heat swept by, and the small hill was cleared.

Below the hill, yet another wave of eager beasts surged forward.

Pandora released her hands from her ears, picked up the log again, and looking expressionlessly at Richard, said, “We can’t kill them all.”

“Yeah, we can’t,” Richard replied with a wry smile. At least according to the current situation, they were endless. Using the “Liquid Oxygen Bomb” only temporarily alleviated some pressure but didn’t solve the fundamental problem. As long as the spiritual power from the nearby mountains continued to work and as long as the animals in this forest weren’t all killed, the battle would continue.

The night deepened, and Richard couldn’t help but worry. When Pandora’s fourth log broke, when his own mana was spent, the most difficult moment would arrive.

“Huh…”

Richard slowly exhaled. In the next moment, however, he caught sight of something alarming out of the corner of his eye.

In one moment, Pandora, who had been relatively calm, suddenly furrowed her brow, her eyes widened, and her porcelain-doll face tensed. Then, with violent force, she hurled the log in her arms.

“With a swish,” the ten-meter-long log flew like a giant arrow, roaring through the sky towards something.

This!

Richard looked on in puzzlement as he saw a tree trunk soaring higher and higher. Driven by Pandora’s power, it nearly shot toward the massive figure just about to descend from the sky.

“Plop—Plop, ah!”

The massive figure let out a cry of alarm, belatedly realizing the danger. It abruptly soared upward, allowing the tree trunk to pass just inches below it before slowly descending and locking eyes with Pandora.

“That, I remember… The Beast Tide is supposed to happen tomorrow night, isn’t it?” Gregory, who was flying back through midair, said to Pandora, his tone sounding somewhat feeble. “So, I specifically came back a day early…”

“Today!” Pandora said coldly.

“Uh, that… might be… maybe I remembered wrong. Pandora, you know, with age eventually…”

“Gregory!”

“Ah?”

“Bang!” Pandora stomped her foot, the ground violently caved in, and she launched herself high into the air, throwing a punch while seriously saying, “It—is—today!”

Gregory, frightened, quickly rose even higher.

“Thud!”

Pandora didn’t hit the mark, and she fell back to the ground, her face tense as she stared at Gregory hovering in the air.

“Come down!”

“Pandora, sweet daughter, this really isn’t my fault, I didn’t do it on purpose…”

“Come down!”

“My sweet daughter, my precious girl, don’t be like this…”

“Come down!”

“You see, there are outsiders here…”

“Come down!”

“Roar!” The numerous wild beasts gathered around the small mountain, ignoring the warm father-daughter interaction between Pandora and Gregory, launched an attack after devouring their injured and dead comrades.

Gregory breathed a sigh of relief and spoke out, “Pandora, sweet daughter, let me take care of these annoying creatures first, then we can talk about our matter, okay?”

Without waiting for Pandora’s agreement, Gregory, circling in midair, suddenly turned his head and opened his mouth, ejecting a vast amount of flames that poured down onto the crazed animals on the small mountain like molten lava.

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”

The flames erupted with a vengeance, melting away the frenzied beast horde wherever they touched, as if they were butter cake.

The crazed animal army kept charging, but they couldn’t break through Gregory’s fiery barricade; all of them screamed as they turned to ash.

The entire scene fully proved one saying: In this world, there isn’t a problem that a Giant Dragon can’t solve; if there is, then call the Dragon’s dad.

With Gregory’s appearance, this battle was predetermined to end early.

Actually, whenever the Beast Tide occurred and Gregory was there, Pandora hardly had to lift a finger, doing nothing more than taking care of a few stragglers like Richard. Although it was a bit boring and annoying, it was nowhere near as bad as today.

Today, she had indeed thrown three tree trunks!

One, two, three tree trunks!

That’s why Pandora was so angry upon seeing Gregory.

Gregory knew he was in the wrong and vigorously slaughtered the crazed animals to cool down Pandora’s fury.

With flames soaring, the small mountain was alight, countless frenzied animals roaring and shrieking as they rushed non-stop into Gregory’s flames.

“Roar roar!”

“Hiss hiss!”

“Howl!”

For a long time, the night calmed down.