Beauty and the Beasts

Chapter 1085: Victory (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Bai Qingqing was caught and brought to the ground. She then immediately crawled to Muir, who wasn’t far off, pushing his heavy body anxiously.

“Muir, how are you?”

In the rain, Bai Qingqing’s small face turned increasingly pale, and not a hint of blood could be seen on it. When she saw that the eagle beastman wasn’t moving at all, the hint of joy that had just rose in her heart dissipated.

Her fair hands trembled as she pressed it on the chest of the eagle beastman whose feathers were a little burned. She could almost not sense any movements under her palm.

She pressed down hard in disbelief, then finally sensed a weak heartbeat. Her body instantly turned soft, and she rested on the eagle beastman’s body, with two trickles of tears falling silently from her eyes.

He was still alive. That was great.

“Qingqing, move away for a moment. I’ll check him out.” Harvey had come because of Bai Qingqing, but he immediately ran over upon seeing this.

Bai Qingqing quickly got up, pulling Harvey’s hand and letting him squat beside Muir. She urged, “Quickly check him!”

Bang!

Suddenly, the ground that was laid with densely packed rocks was drilled through from the bottom, and half a chunk of a pitch-black body popped out.

“The scorpion beastman has come out!” Someone shouted out, and Bai Qingqing turned to look over. She saw all the beastmen crowding over, unafraid of death, surrounding the source of the sound. Then, many loud sounds rang out.

Winston’s attention wasn’t on Bai Qingqing and Muir after seeing that they were safe. He was constantly keeping a lookout for any movements from the earth fissure. When he saw Saint Zachary’s head popping up, he was the first one to attack.

Mitchell and Parker were still engrossed in a fight. Mitchell was happy to see that Winston wasn’t helping the leopard beastman. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to hang on for long.

Hearing the motions over the other side, Mitchell was elated. His father was out and the tables would be turned around very soon.

However...

After very long had passed, the attacking sounds from the group of beastmen came to a stop, but there wasn’t the scene of beastmen corpses flying around which Mitchell imagined.

He stopped fighting and was stunned as he looked toward the beastmen group that was gradually scattering.

The group completely scattered, exposing a pool of blood and a few chunks of broken black limbs.

Mitchell opened his eyes wide in disbelief as he slowly walked over.

Parker was dead tired as well and had his mouth open, panting heavily, when the scorpion beastman stopped attacking. When he saw the scene on the other side, the heavy burden in his heart was finally relieved.

Everyone’s target was Saint Zachary. With him killed, Mitchell wasn’t a threat anymore. Therefore, no one stopped him.

Mitchell walked to the hole unobstructed and only saw a lump of blood and meat paste. His father’s face had turned into a pool of mush of light blue flesh and blood.

Who would have expected that a male beastman invincible amongst a generation would die from being beaten to his death in a state of chaos? This was simply a joke.

Mitchell couldn’t believe his eyes. He turned into his human form and squatted by his remnants. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes revealed some emotions. It was hard to discern if it was grief or happiness.

Scorpion beastmen were born to be heartless, and Mitchell was also born as a rootless beast, so he had even fewer emotions. However, the one who was dead was his father. Scorpion beastmen didn’t have the characteristic of nurturing their children, but due to various reasons, Saint Zachary had raised him into adulthood and even spent countless resources to make him a king as well.

Even though Mitchell didn’t have any feelings, a low aura also emitted from his body after seeing his father dying such a horrible death. He didn’t move for very long as he looked at this mashed-up corpse.

“Your Majesty?” A beastman spoke to Winston inquiringly.

Winston raised his hand. The other beastmen understood and then scattered off obediently, packing up their stuff to leave.

Bai Qingqing walked over barefooted, taking Winston’s hand, which had shards of scorpion shell fragments in it and was dripping with blood dripping.