SSS-Ranked Awakening: I Can Only Summon Mythical Beasts

Seeing how things were going to turn out if he didn’t take control of things, Lord Raegon frowned.

Turning to his commanders, he issued his next order.

“Send in the tankers!” he barked. “Have them form a defensive front. And advance at full speed! We close the distance now! Avenge our fallen brothers!”

A section of his army immediately moved forward—heavily armored warriors wielding massive shields, their bodies built to withstand punishment.

The archers of Westmont could no longer fire freely.

At least, that’s what Raegon thought.

But then like nothing Raegon’s army did mattered, the arrows doubled.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the impossible.

“Double the assault!” Lord Ellian’s voice echoed through the battlefield and into Lord Raegon’s ears.

Westmont’s archers, rather than slowing their attacks, began firing two arrows at once—one in each hand, drawn back with perfect synchronization.

The sky darkened with their relentless assault.

Raegon had never seen anything like it.

His frustration turned into fury.

This small town was making a fool of him.

“Noooo!”

“Too hot!”

“Arghh! Stop the burning!”

His warriors screamed in pain as the enhanced volley rained down upon them, breaking through armor, blasting apart formations.

The smell of burning flesh filled the battlefield.

But finally—after suffering heavy losses—his forces closed the distance.

His frustration boiled over into pure hatred.

“Kill every warrior from Westmont!” he roared, his voice shaking with anger. “Slaughter every last one of them—leave only the women alive! They’ll be needed for a thing or two!”

And then the real battle began.

Westmont’s frontline held their ground as Raegon’s forces crashed into them like a tidal wave.

Clang!

Clang!!

The sounds of metal clashing against metal rang through the battlefield.

Shwaaaack!!

Puck!!

Swords met flesh.

Crack!

Shields shattered. Blood splattered across the dirt as warriors on both sides fell.

The mercenaries of Westmont cut through Raegon’s foot soldiers, their superior skill making up for their smaller numbers.

Lord Ellian stood at the very front, his blade slicing through enemy ranks like a reaper’s scythe.

But the overwhelming numbers of Raegon’s army began pressing them back.

And just when it seemed like Raegon’s forces were gaining control of the battle—

A whistle echoed across the battlefield.

Fwweeeeeeeen!!

It was the signal.

And Arielle was waiting for it.

Deep within the town’s walls, Arielle sat atop Aquila, the massive griffin shifting beneath her restlessly.

She had been waiting for this moment.

The second she heard the whistle, she tightened her grip on the reins.

“Let’s go,” she whispered.

With a deafening screech, Aquila launched into the sky, its enormous wings sending shockwaves through the air.

The soldiers fighting below barely noticed.

They were too focused on the chaos in front of them.

But as Aquila ascended higher and higher, something shifted.

A few of Raegon’s men caught sight of the shadow passing over them.

They looked up—confused at first, then horrified.

“Something’s coming!” one soldier shouted.

Raegon’s eyes snapped upward.

At first, he couldn’t tell what it was.

But then, as the massive figure began its rapid descent, realization struck him like lightning.

“SHOOT IT DOWN!” he roared.

His mercenaries immediately obeyed.

Magic-infused arrows and powerful projectiles soared toward the sky, aimed directly at Aquila.

Boom!

Fireballs and wind-spears cut through the air, explosions detonating in mid-flight as they tried to intercept the descending beast.

But it was too late.

Aquila was moving too fast.

Like a meteor crashing down to earth, Aquila slammed into the heart of Raegon’s forces.

…Boooooom!!

The impact shook the battlefield.

The shockwave alone sent dozens of soldiers flying backward, their bodies crashing into one another like ragdolls.

A dust cloud erupted from the point of impact, blinding everyone nearby.

And when the dust settled—Arielle stood at the center of the devastation.

Clad in battle armor, wielding two short swords, she stood atop Aquila’s back like a warrior from legend.

Raegon’s soldiers stared at her in shock.

For a moment—just a moment—fear flickered in their eyes.

And then—Aquila attacked.

The griffin lunged forward, its razor-sharp talons tearing through warriors like paper.

Its massive wings swung outward, knocking aside anyone who dared approach.

Arielle moved in sync with her beast, cutting down anyone who got too close.

Her blades flashed like silver lightning, slicing through armor, severing limbs, staining the ground with fresh blood.

The enemy soldiers tried to regroup, but Aquila was too fast, too strong.

They had never fought anything like this before.

Raegon, watching from his position further back, felt his rage intensify.

A mere handful of warriors had already cost him over a thousand men—and now, one griffin and its rider were wreaking havoc in the middle of his army.

This was unacceptable.

“FOCUS FIRE ON THE BEAST!” he bellowed.

His mages and archers rushed forward, their hands glowing with magical energy, their bows raised high.

Arielle gritted her teeth.

They were trying to take down Aquila.

She would not let that happen.

Raising one of her swords, she gave a single, commanding signal.

Aquila tensed.

And then—it took flight once more.

The battlefield below erupted with attacks, fire and lightning exploding across the ground where Aquila had just been.

But the griffin was already soaring high above them.

Arielle smirked.

This fight was far from over.

~~~~~

The battle outside Westmont’s gates was already at its peak.

The two forces clashed brutally, steel meeting steel, magic colliding against magic.

But then from behind Raegon’s army, a storm of destruction arrived.

Damien led the charge, moving like a shadow through the chaos.

“Lay waste to every foe and devour all you can!” Damien’s command rang in the ears of his summons.

Fenrir tore through soldiers like a beast unleashed, his raw strength unmatched.

Luton consumed enemies whole, her body shifting into a mass of writhing darkness, devouring anything that touched him.

Cerbe conjured massive firestorms, setting the battlefield ablaze, turning men to ash in seconds.

The invaders panicked.

They had prepared for Westmont’s defenders, but they hadn’t expected a second army attacking from behind.

Damien’s presence alone sent fear rippling through the ranks.

He cut through enemies with precision, his blade dancing through flesh and steel alike.

Bodies fell.

“Save me!”

“Cover me!”

“Heeeeelp!!”

Screams filled the air.

And soon, Raegon’s entire force was caught in a two-sided massacre.

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