Summoned Celestial Divine Beast C170: The Shadow Beneath the Skin The air froze the moment the glove hit the dirt. Everyone in the tent—the soldiers, the scouts, Ryan, and Chaollete Ashley—stood in stunned silence as the torn leather glove twitched on the floor, faint traces of black mist leaking from within like it still held something alive. “!!!” Eyes widened all around, breath caught in throats. Ryan’s tone cut through the tension like a blade. “Anyone here going to explain this shit to me right now?” “This—this is just a baseless accusation!” one of the soldiers barked, voice cracking with panic. His gloved hand twitched. Ryan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. The flickering Dioki around his pupils pulsed faintly, like a cat’s eye gleaming in torchlight. “Baseless accusation, huh? You’re going to go with that after doing that to me?” David, standing beside him, crouched down and picked up the glove. His eyes sharpened as he turned it over. The inner lining was

Summoned Celestial Divine Beast – C172: Flight Through the Abyssal Forest The damp air of the dying forest hissed with an alien pulse. Each breath Ryan drew tasted of smoke and iron, every heartbeat echoing louder than the distant screeches chasing their trail. His boots crushed dead leaves and alien ichor alike as he sprinted forward with the others — this was no organized retreat anymore. It was a desperate run for survival. Yin Zhen carved through the chaos ahead. His arms shimmered with gold-red Dioki, the aura flaring like a burning halo around his fists. Each punch tore apart the creatures that dared block their path, blowing holes through their bodies and vaporizing whatever foul liquid coursed through them. Every strike was a promise: no one touches his allies while he breathes. The air split again as Sphinx, the towering celestial beast, moved like a thunderstorm given flesh. His obsidian mane shimmered with streaks of cosmic gold. Unlike Yin Zhen, Sphinx didn’t carve a p

Summoners War: Only I Summoned Divine Beasts C174: Wings of Desperation --- The sky itself trembled. Dust storms spiraled upward as the alien horde advanced like a living tide of metal and sinew, their grotesque wings slicing through the burning air. The earth had already become a graveyard of broken armor and shattered Dioki residue. It was clear to everyone watching — there was no way through the enemy lines anymore. On land, the path was sealed. In the air, however… there was still one last, insane chance. “Shit… we don’t have time to think,” Ryan hissed under his breath, gripping his gauntlet so tightly that Dioki light pulsed through the seams. The mature-class alien bellowed again, its dull, vibrating trumpet cry shaking the mountainside. The resonance drilled into his skull, setting his nerves ablaze. Each pulse of sound made his heartbeat skip and his stomach twist. The others — Chaollete Ashley, David, and the three familiars belonging to her — were clutching their e

Chapter 176: The Veteran of One Sword The military camp sprawled before Ryan in a way that defied the simple calculations of someone who had only ever faced conventional fortresses. From the outside, it was an unassuming stronghold, but up close, the sheer presence of more than two thousand alien beings surrounding it painted a scene that teetered on the edge of chaos. The walls, massive and meticulously reinforced, seemed impervious to any force short of a catastrophic siege, while the surrounding ditches and rudimentary fortifications created a gauntlet that would crush the unprepared. It was a fortress, yes, but one that had survived countless trials and witnessed innumerable battles, and Ryan could feel its pulse of vigilance like a heartbeat beneath the stone and timber. As his eyes traced the bustling life of the camp, it became clear that these were not ordinary soldiers. The knights stationed along the walls moved with a precision and lethality that Ryan immediately recogni

Chapter 178: Chaollete’s Awakening Ryan recounted everything with painstaking clarity, detailing every encounter they had faced with the mature-class alien and the juvenile-class mutants. His voice carried a measured gravity, as though every word could tilt the balance of their current struggle. Sullivan’s expression darkened with each new piece of information, the lines of his face deepening into an unreadable storm. It was evident that the implications weighed heavily on him; he was no stranger to danger, yet even he seemed unsettled by the cunning and ruthlessness of the enemies Ryan described. When Ryan concluded, Sullivan’s voice came out sharp, tinged with disbelief. “So… this new alien, it’s attempting to use human brains as fuel for its own growth?” Ryan nodded, a shadow of unease passing over his features. “That is my speculation, sir, though it seems more plausible than any theory we’ve previously encountered. This al