Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 67

The abyssal leader wasn’t planning to run anymore.

A movement in the darkness made Zhao tense. His feathers, stained with purple blood, gleamed faintly while he prepared for another confrontation.

The figure that emerged from the shadows was a bone-white aberration, but purple veins pulsed beneath its surface like sickly rivers of corruption, each beat sending ripples across its unnatural flesh.

"Impressed, Hunter?" the words resonated in a distorted manner from the creature, its tentacles undulating as if they had lives of their own while the moonlight revealed its true form in all its horrific glory.

Hundreds of tentacles emerged from its body. But what caught Zhao’s attention was the face, or rather, the faces.

On the creature’s chest, grotesquely fused like a twisted sculpture, were the features of the abyssal leader and his tentacled subordinate. Their expressions frozen in a moment of eternal agony.

It hadn’t been a fusion, it had been an absorption, a betrayal made flesh.

That had been his true plan. His own subordinate...

’A dead shadow stalker male’s body, impossible. Of course it wouldn’t work alone.’

It needed... fresh material.

What he hadn’t told his lackey was that with a dead body, it wouldn’t work, so during the fusion, some of his entrails had connected with the tentacled abyssal and absorbed him too.

A perfect betrayal hidden behind false promises of a shared victory.

Now it was capable of controlling long tentacles, absorbing energy, and controlling male Shadow Stalkers, a combination that made it a nightmare given form.

"Hello again, Zhao," the voice sounded distorted, but also vengeful, each word dripping with years of cultivated hatred. "Do you remember the Ravencrofts?"

Something in that name made Zhao tense imperceptibly, a memory surfacing from years of hunting. Discover hidden content at empire

"My son, Marcus Ravencroft," the creature continued while its tentacles undulated hypnotically. "Three years ago, near the border..."

Zhao remembered, a young abyssal, barely transformed, too inexperienced to have been in the field. The mission had been quick, precise. Like most of his hunts, there had been no hesitation.

"Adrian Ravencroft," the creature formally introduced itself, its tentacles extending like a grotesque bow. "Though I suppose the name doesn’t matter much anymore."

A sound behind called his attention, making the hairs on his neck rise.

Zhao didn’t need to turn completely to sense the massive presence behind him. His instincts, though exhausted, warned him of the danger even before he shifted his stance. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

The Shadow Stalker male rose in the darkness, its white body reflecting the scarce light, but its eyes... its eyes glowed with the same sickly purple that pulsed beneath the aberration’s white skin.

"Surprised?" Adrian’s tentacles undulated with savage pride. "Three years looking for this. Three years since you tore my son apart like he was just another name on your list."

Zhao maintained his position, his silver feathers gleaming faintly while evaluating the situation. The Shadow Stalker male moved in an unnatural way, as if invisible strings were pulling it like a puppet.

"It was a reconnaissance mission," Adrian’s voice grew deeper, more bestial with each word. "His first mission. There wasn’t even supposed to be combat."

The tentacles began moving more erratically, some drawing dangerously close to Zhao, who couldn’t afford to waste energy.

Not yet.

Each movement had to count now.

"But the great Hunter of Yano never lets his prey escape, right?" purple veins pulsed beneath the creature’s white skin. "No matter if it’s an experienced warrior or a frightened boy."

The Shadow Stalker male took another step closer. Zhao could feel its mana absorption ability, in his current state, a single touch could be fatal.