All Chapters of The Last Beast King: Chapter 61
- Chapter 70
136 chapters
Chapter 61: Night raid
When the rain falling from the open sky can melt the paint right off your armored plating in a matter of seconds, you know Mother Nature decided to join the war on the wrong side and brought her own caustic tools to ruin everyone's night. Asher crouched low behind a rusted, bullet scarred shipping container, pulling the heavy rubber hood of his tactical cloak tighter over his head as a vicious gust of wind whipped stinging drops of acid rain across the vast, dark loading courtyard. The storm was loud enough to drown out the sound of their heavy boots splashing in the toxic puddles, but it also cut visibility down to barely ten feet, turning the entire industrial landscape into a murky gray blur where danger could hide just an arm length away. Around him, three members of the strike team melted effortlessly into the deep shadows of Voss's forward operating base, their assault rifles held tight against their chests with safety switches flicked off and fingers resting lightly on the tr
Chapter 62: Confrontation
When you finally kick down the heavy steel door of the man who burned your home to ashes, you expect a desperate monster fighting for his breath, not a smiling old soldier sitting by a warm desk and pouring two cups of hot tea. Asher slammed his combat boot hard against the reinforced lock, sending the heavy slab crashing inward against the concrete wall with a loud bang that shook the dust from the ceiling. He swept his assault rifle forward, his golden glow flaring brightly across his knuckles as he scanned the smoke filled command room. In the far corner, sitting behind a large steel desk covered in glowing tactical maps and empty paper cups, General Voss calmly picked up a porcelain teacup and took a slow, unbothered sip while the alarms wailed outside. "You took your sweet time getting down here, Asher," Voss said, his voice completely steady as he set the cup back down on its saucer with a faint clink. "I was starting to think your strike team got lost out there in the acid r
Chapter 63: The trap springs
The blast of energy came from nowhere. It erupted from the steel panels with a deafening crack that shook the air right out of Asher’s lungs and left his ears ringing like struck bells. Thick pillars of humming electricity shot upward from the floor in a perfect, blinding circle, locking together overhead with a sound like tearing metal. The barrier sealed with a final, resonant snap, forming an unbreakable cage of pure, searing light. Asher hit the transparent wall with his shoulder on pure instinct. A brutal shockwave threw him backward onto the concrete before he could even register the impact. His teeth clacked together. The taste of copper flooded his mouth. “Asher!” Jaren’s voice cracked across the room. He lunged forward with his rifle already raised, finger tightening on the trigger, ready to pour rounds into the glowing barrier. The electric current bit into the soles of his boots the instant he crossed the threshold of the circle’s outer edge. Blue arcs crawled up h
Chapter 64: Breaking the cage
Asher fell hard to his knees on the cold concrete as the blue light from the siphon cage hummed with a vicious, hungry pitch. The barrier still held—cracked and sputtering from Jaren’s charge, but not broken. Residual energy crawled across its surface in restless arcs. His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. His chest burned as if he had swallowed hot coals and the coals had decided to stay. Every heartbeat sent fresh waves of pain outward from the core, and the golden light inside him flickered weakly, drained almost to the edge of nothing. Through the shimmering bars of the barrier he saw General Voss scrambling away from the shattered desk. The old man’s face had lost every trace of triumph. Genuine terror twisted his features as the secondary controls sparked and died one after another, throwing up showers of white-hot fragments. “The charge did not kill the core!” Voss screamed over the screech of twisting metal and the deep, ground-shaking roar of the mountain collapsing ar
Chapter 65: The scars we carry
Miles above in the open air, the ground beneath the valley shuddered violently, throwing up a massive cloud of gray dust and smoke as the enemy installation erased itself from the map in one final, deafening roar. The shockwave rolled outward in concentric rings, rattling the reinforced windows of the upper sector headquarters and sending loose debris skittering across the concrete floors. Down inside the temporary medical wing, the steady beep of a heart monitor cut sharply through the heavy silence of the sterile room. Asher lay flat on the narrow metal cot, his skin pale and clammy, his chest wrapped tightly in thick white bandages that soaked through with sweat every time he took a shallow, careful breath. The air smelled of antiseptic, scorched metal, and the faint metallic tang of blood that no amount of scrubbing could fully erase. “Open your eyes, you stubborn bastard,” Jaren said, standing right beside the bed with a cup of cold water in his hand as he watched the monitor
Chapter 66: Outdide
The words from the previous conversation still hung in the sterile air of the medical wing when everything changed. “The seismic signature matched the energy spikes we picked up right before the siege started,” Elara had said, lowering her voice so the guards outside the door could not hear. “Voss did not build that planetary engine just to drain your power. He hooked it into something much deeper in the crust. Something massive that is still waking up underneath the entire continent.” “So blowing up the base only delayed the real problem,” Jaren muttered, letting the curtain fall back into place as the sound of distant fireworks echoed against the glass. “Exactly,” Elara nodded grimly. “We won the battle for the valley, but the actual cataclysm is still down there moving in the dark, and we just lost our strongest weapon to stop it.” Before Asher could answer her, the loud sound of cheering from the streets below cut off abruptly, replaced instantly by an eerie, deafening quiet
Chapter 67: The heart
The armored transport ground to a violent halt at the very edge of the ridge, its heavy engine coughing thick black smoke into the sulfur-smelling air. The vehicle’s tracks had chewed through ash and cracked basalt for the last forty kilometers, and now the chassis shuddered as if the ground itself rejected its presence. Asher threw open the side door and dropped heavily onto the jagged volcanic rock, his boots sliding a few inches in the ash before catching his balance. Pain flared through the empty space where his core once burned, but he locked it down and forced his spine straight. Right in front of them, stretching across the massive basin of the forbidden central crater, the laws of physics had completely dissolved into pure nightmare fuel. The air itself felt wrong thicker, charged, tasting of ozone and scorched stone. Violet dust hung in lazy spirals that refused to settle. And below, the crater floor had become something out of a fever dream. “Look at the rocks,” Jaren
Chapter 68: The guardian
Asher landed hard on a massive floating slab of basalt suspended directly above the churning violet abyss, his boots skidding across the slick stone before he caught his balance against a jagged outcrop. The impact sent a fresh spike of pain through the hollow space where his core once burned, but he locked it down and stayed upright. Jaren dropped down right behind him, raising his rifle instantly as a low, guttural growl vibrated through the air and shook the dust from their jackets. The sound was not animal. It was older, denser, layered with something that felt like hunger given voice. Blocking the narrow path to the final descent, a towering beast made of dark shadow and twisted metal fibers rose up from the floating debris, its multiple burning eyes locked dead on their position. The creature stood nearly four meters tall at the shoulder. Its body was a grotesque fusion of void black muscle and interlocking plates of scavenged alloy that pulsed with the same violet light radia
Chapter 69: The strategy
The beast fired. A searing beam of violet energy erupted from its mouth, racing across the gap straight toward them with blinding speed. The light carried the same hungry distortion that surrounded the distant core space itself seemed to fold and collapse along the beam’s path. “Now!” Asher roared, diving to the left while Jaren and Vane scattered in opposite directions. The plasma beam melted the solid rock where they had stood a moment before into glowing liquid slag. Hot droplets of molten stone hissed as they rained down onto the floating debris, filling the air with a choking smell of sulfur and burned dust. The slab beneath them shuddered from the thermal shock, tilting several degrees toward the violet abyss. Asher rolled over onto his back, coughing violently as the shockwave of the blast tossed his rifle into the endless purple abyss below. The weapon spun away in slow, dreamlike arcs, vanishing into the distortion. Pain flared through the empty space in his chest where th
Chapter 70: The Titan
He thrust his hands forward, unleashing the resonant wave straight into the heart of the monster’s armor before the smoke could clear away. A sharp, piercing shriek cut through the howling winds of the crater as the golden frequency hit the guardian dead center. The creature staggered backward, its massive dark wings snapping outward as the violet veins along its throat flickered and sparked like short circuited cables. For a brief second, the dark armor plating began to crack, shedding chunks of glowing stone into the empty abyss below. Black ichor sprayed from the fractures in thin, drifting arcs that the broken gravity turned into slow motion ribbons. The entire floating platform shuddered under the feedback. “It is working!” Jaren yelled over the rising roar, ducking as a wild sweep of the beast’s tail sent a shower of sharp debris flying past his head. Fragments of void metal and basalt spun past his face close enough to draw thin lines of blood across one cheek. “You are crac