CLEAVER OF SIN Chapter 579: Endless Beast Tamer

’What kind of Beast Taming skill is this?’ Asher wondered, the overwhelming quantity materializing in front of him struck as completely ridiculous. Though he had dispatched the earlier birds with remarkable ease, the least powerful among them was a Veil-class creature, and the most formidable had attained Fang-class, placing them all between Rank 3 and Rank 4 in the monster classification system.

Now, countless serpents were unleashed onto the field once more, all falling within that identical rank spectrum. Asher suspected that perhaps Number Five had no restrictions on how many he could tame, and his intuition proved spot on.

Number Five’s natural Beast Taming talent enabled him to control unlimited monsters, provided he subdued them single-handedly, without aid from outsiders or the use of any ridiculous tools in the effort. Thanks to this power, Number Five had subdued a staggering array of beasts over time, far too many to keep track of long ago.

In an instant, the serpents lunged ahead as if Asher had brutally slain their young. A chaotic rush followed as their enormous forms writhed and charged together, their scales rasping and churning against the soil while their icy gazes fixed on him with lethal purpose.

Asher held his ground without haste, instead methodically assessing the scenario; it looked like they aimed to drain his Astra reserves, deplete his endurance, or likely achieve a combination of the two. After all, regardless of one’s strength, neither Astra nor stamina could be replenished infinitely.

Yet this strategy held no threat.

While others might falter or succumb under such vast hordes, for Asher, the sheer volume changed nothing. Effortlessly, his Light affinity yielded to his command. Beams of glowing power materialized at once, slender, blade-like threads of packed light that gleamed like sacred threads. In the following instant, he intertwined them into a vast web-like barrier of assault.

Without delay, Asher propelled it ahead.

Prior to any serpent closing in, the luminous mesh of light rushed forth and pierced through the entire mass before they had a chance to respond.

Their advance stopped abruptly, their sibilant cries cut off suddenly, their frigid stares dimmed as though their vitality snuffed out in a flash. Then resounded the nauseating crunch of innumerable forms being carved up.

The noise reverberated across the sky like a terrifying symphony as each snake was chopped into neat cubic pieces. A macabre spray of gore burst skyward. Fluids in assorted hues erupted fiercely, staining the combat zone with a tableau of horrific ruin as scarlet and murkier liquids soaked the nearby ground.

It formed a display of total slaughter.

However, Asher paid the remains no attention whatsoever. The iron tang of blood now permeating the atmosphere failed to faze him at all. Right then, his thoughts blocked out all such minor nuisances.

His focus locked solely on the ensuing stage of combat, his Astra surged outward anew; immediately after, Gravity heeded his summons.

At once, all hovering golden crates in the heavens plunged down as if their mass had ballooned a hundred times over. They crashed into the dirt with deafening roars, pits excavating below them as the terrain split and fractured from the strain.

Asher refrained from striking outright. Rather, he kept amplifying the gravitational force on each golden crate; given that every one could deflect impacts, a key question emerged: Were they able to deflect gravity?

Based on Asher’s observations, they could not.

’Thus, Number Six can only deflect physical impacts and not intangible forces,’ Asher mused steadily.

His Astra flared even stronger as the pull grew more intense. The instant he pinpointed the flaw, fissures started webbing over the exteriors of the golden crates. Initial hairline breaks surfaced, then proliferated swiftly. Asher sensed clear opposition from three specific golden crates. Right away, he realized Number Four, Number Five, and Number Six lurked inside those ones.

Apparently, Number Six had forsaken protecting the rest, so Asher directed his gravitational might solely at those three.

The fissures raced over their exteriors like the structures might disintegrate any second. Yet prior to total breakdown, additional golden crates materialized abruptly near Asher.

In a flash, the opposition he felt evaporated; those three strained crates burst into motes of golden glow. Asher required no deduction to grasp the situation—Number Six had merely shifted herself and the pair into fresh golden crates.

Yet Asher stayed put, merely widening the scope of his gravitational dominion, and promptly the new golden crates hurtled toward the ground again; but once more, Number Six rescued herself and her allies via the identical tactic.

On this occasion, though, the trio refused to stay concealed within the crates any longer; the second they appeared, Number Four sprang into action, flicking his fingers as the soil erupted savagely and yet another surge of enormous wooden tendrils burst forth.

Asher darted back on reflex, expecting the fellow to unleash the prior assault once more, but Number Four had no plans to recycle that technique. Instead, the tendrils coiled and lashed at each other, twisting and braiding like animated reptiles.

In just seconds, the tendrils assembled into something enormous. An immense wooden edifice.

A colossal wooden giant towered over the battlefield.

With no pause, the enormous entity thrust its fist ahead with cataclysmic might. The force packed into its blow was tremendous, as if the punch could pulverize an asteroid on contact.

Asher had zero desire to clash directly with such a strike; he wasn’t idiotic, so he simply blinked out of position in a heartbeat, evading the assault completely. When he rematerialized, he perched atop the arm of the massive wooden giant. He dashed along its gigantic appendage, climbing swiftly up its frame at astonishing velocity.

But prior to progressing far, yet another barrage of wooden barbs exploded from the giant’s arm. They launched aggressively, compelling Asher to vault aside without a second thought. Yet the instant he abandoned the arm, the entity’s other hand whipped forward like a thermonuclear detonation; despite its colossal bulk and staggering heft, its velocity remained unimpaired.

Detecting the atmosphere ripping apart near his ears, Asher pivoted sharply. Light ignited around Virelass as he swung outward with immense power.

A dazzling golden sword beam cleaved straight through the giant’s arm, bisecting it flawlessly.

But the action yielded no result, for as soon as the limb detached, the wooden tendrils instantly reknit, fusing back as if no injury had taken place.

The very second Asher’s boots hit soil again, the wooden giant hoisted one gigantic leg skyward, then hammered it down with irresistible strength. Upon striking, a ruinous shockwave blasted across the battlefield with annihilating fury.

Spotting the approaching devastation, Asher opted to disregard the giant and its onslaught altogether. With that mere intent, space warped about him and he disappeared; the giant’s blow hammered only vacant space, demolishing the scant remnants of the battlefield into deeper wreckage and disorder.

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