My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome
Chapter 771 - 114: Counterattack

Chapter 771: Chapter 114: Counterattack

Ever since the Four Extremes Four Spirits Array was broken, an endless stream of soldiers from the Great Xia had been dispatched to the borders where the Space Rift appeared.

After days of fighting, although not without achievements, the monsters’ relentless human wave tactics continuously compressed the boundaries, and several border towns had already completely fallen into the monsters’ realm.

Although the citizens of the small towns had been evacuated beforehand, it was still a heavy blow to the entire Great Xia.

Because no one knew just how many monsters there were, the living space would only continue to shrink over time.

Therefore, various pessimistic comments began to appear online, and these sentiments fermented, causing a spike in the crime rate which added immense pressure to internal security, making the atmosphere in Great Xia increasingly negative.

The leaders of Listening Bright Hall, seeing this, felt anxious. They knew that Great Xia urgently needed a resounding victory, but under the pressure across the entire territory, there was neither time nor ability to launch a desperate counterattack—even the powerful National Guardian Generals could only lead battles on a local scale.

The key was, this kind of small-scale suppression was utterly ineffective.

The same was true for the pioneers. In recent days, though some pioneers had performed exceptionally well, they ultimately couldn’t influence the overall situation.

The cold wind howled over the Pamir Plateau, and Mushitage Ice Mountain, revered by the Taji Clan as Holy Mountain, had lost its original sanctity, its snow-white summit now stained with monster blood, emitting an ominous aura.

The monsters recklessly destroyed the landscape of the plateau, quickly gathering and advancing toward the inland.

Casar watched the dense swarm of monsters below and his home becoming ruined, his eyes filled with intense hatred.

"Snow, Cold Wind!"

"Strike!"

The Snow Feather Owl, wings spread like knives with a chill coursing through them, then dove towards the ground like a sharp sword.

"Swish!"

Noticing the swiftly approaching Snow Feather Owl, the group of monsters immediately stirred, all raising their heads at once, rushing to leap into the air as if trying to pull it down.

The distance closed rapidly. The owl’s eyes glinted.

Boom!

A savage cold wind mixed with ice shards burst from its wings, rapidly coating the monsters in mid-air with frost, turning them into vivid ice sculptures that smashed into the ground.

When the cold wind subsided, the ice-ridden ground was scattered with numerous limbs of the recklessly advancing monster army.

Casar lifted an eyebrow and sighed weakly, "Let’s go!"

The Snow Feather Owl nodded, flapping its wings and drawing a beautiful arc as it soared into the sky.

Listening to the monster’s shrieks in the wind, Casar clenched his fists tightly, but his mission this time was to routinely check the Space Rift on the Holy Mountain, preventing him from engaging in prolonged combat.

Thunder roared!

Just then, a violent explosion sounded from afar.

Turning towards the sound, Casar saw billows of black smoke rising from deep within the mountain range, his expression changing slightly—that was exactly where the border army and his people were encamped.

"Snow, quick!"

"Strike!"

...

Reports of fighting on the Pamir Plateau spread through the live streams. Instantly, a large audience flooded into the channels.

In the video, the aftermath of the explosion still trembled, and the sky was full of dust falling in a flurry, making the entire scene appear dim and dusty.

"Swish!"

The dust slowly settled, and through the haze, one could see dozens of slender-bodied monsters that resembled stick figures standing around the valley, staring intently at the campsite below.

"Level two mutated monsters, it looks like this camp is doomed, alas."

"So I say, why don’t we just give up resisting and lie down at home to enjoy the last moments? Once you calm your heart, you will find that monsters aren’t that scary."

"Damn, the warriors are fighting desperately on the front line, and here you are blabbering, isn’t it better for you to just honestly lie down alone?"

"What’s the rush, if you’re this anxious why don’t you go to the front line?"

Most netizens had grown accustomed to these arguments, quietly watching the video stream.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed, and the video footage violently tumbled to the ground, followed by a pool of bright red blood flowing past the camera, the redness somewhat glaring.

After a brief pause, the comments began filling up with "Rest in peace."

In this war, this wasn’t the only battlefield reporter who had died in front of the camera; that was all the audience could do.

The battle then erupted, the camera lying on the slope faithfully recorded the brutal fight, the blood flowing more and more, and the battle showed no signs of stopping.

For the warriors in the valley, they had no way out.

"Charge!!"

His white body streaked across the sky, Casar watched the smoky camp below, his eyes instantly turning reddish.

His body trembled lightly, he squeezed a sentence through his clenched teeth: "Snow, Snow Feather, kill for me!"

"Charge!!"

A Space Rift slowly opened beside him, and a pure white giant eagle emerged from the rift, if Shao Zifeng had been there he would certainly recognize it, this newly emerged giant eagle was the Snow Domain Golden Eagle from another world.

The two white eagles didn’t pause for a second, screeching as they dove into the battlefield, the chilling Cold Wind mingling with ice and snow, monsters fell one after another.

But no sooner would one monster fall than two or even more would rush down from the valley above.

Casar plunged his dagger into the neck of a monster, saving a critically wounded soldier, he licked his dry lips, a look of helplessness flashing in his eyes as he saw the monsters stretching as far as the eye could see.

The living humans in the valley gathered together, along with the combat-capable pets forming a defensive line, shielding them in the middle.

The young girl tightly clenched Casar’s hand, leaned her head on his shoulder, and murmured softly, "Brother Casar, are we going to die?"

Casar gripped the girl’s hand tightly, turned his head and looked at her tenderly: "No, we’re not."

The girl hummed softly through her nose, a sweet smile appearing on her lips.

The number of viewers in the livestream dwindled, they knew what awaited this camp, and they couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

One by one, the military’s pets fell, even the Snow Feather Swordsman and Snow Domain Golden Eagle were severely injured, it seemed everything was already decided.

"Roar!"

Just then, a majestic and authoritative dragon’s roar echoed through the valley, and a fierce red flame ignited on the other side of the mountain, enveloping the entire valley in fire, even the sky turned a dark red.

Casar, listening to that familiar roar, a spark of light appeared in his eyes: "The monsters’ supply line has been cut, counterattack with all your might."

Everyone looked towards the slope upon hearing this, indeed the endless stream of monsters was halted by the flames, and the number on the slopes dwindled.

"Fuck! I thought I was gonna die, brothers, let’s do this!"

"Fuck! Looks like it’s not my time to die, hahahaha."

Fueled as if injected with adrenaline, the call to counterattack reverberated once again!