In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities-Chapter 229 Aren’t You Glad We Stayed Out Of It?

From the skies, the vast forest always drew his gaze. Its tranquil, unyielding presence inspired a sense of freedom within him. As if sharing his feelings, Marcus let out a thunderous roar that split the air.

As Michael and Marcus reveled in the moment, a colossal shadow rose to meet them. Its source was Aaron, one of the remaining warriors, astride the behemoth he had recently captured. Once a terror of the Drago Mountains, the massive beast exuded raw strength. Its earth-toned hide glistened in the sunlight, and its massive wings cast an imposing shadow over the battlefield as they unfurled.

The Behemoth flapped its massive wings, rising slowly into the air. Its clawed appendages shimmered faintly in the summer sunlight, emanating a strange combination of sacred majesty and brutal power.

Following Aaron and his Behemoth, other warriors mounted on flying beasts also ascended. The sky above the fortress became a chaotic tapestry of shimmering feathers and glinting scales. The magical beasts roared and howled, circling Marcus as if reenacting an ancient myth.

Watching the scene unfold, the soldiers atop the fortress walls gasped in apprehension.

"Can Count Michael really handle all those beasts?" one murmured.

The fear spread like wildfire among them. The sheer number of magical beasts seemed poised to overwhelm Marcus.

Behind the airborne warriors, Faust and his magicians prepared their spells. Low incantations spilled from their lips, and magical energy sparked at their fingertips. At the center, Faust orchestrated a massive magic circle inscribed with ancient runes, its core blazing with concentrated power. Their strategy was straightforward: exploit the dragon's vulnerable underbelly to bring it crashing down.

The Behemoth and other beasts would focus their attacks on Marcus's underbelly while Faust and the magicians unleashed a devastating barrage from the ground. The magic circle radiated an intimidating force, ready to unleash its stored energy.

From their vantage point, soldiers clenched their fists nervously, their eyes darting between the swirling skies and the magicians below.

However, amidst the chaos, Aaron found himself frozen mid-air, his Behemoth trembling beneath him. While the other magical beasts roared and charged toward Marcus, the Behemoth whined and shifted uneasily. Its enormous body trembled as its tail coiled tightly beneath it, a picture of childlike fear.

Aaron tried to maintain his composure, speaking to the creature in a soothing tone.

"Come now, Behemoth. Show them your strength."

But the Behemoth remained paralyzed, groaning softly. Its massive eyes darted nervously, and it muttered under its breath:

[Master, I've been trying to tell you… this isn't right. I'm already scared out of my fur facing one dragon, but now there's also a sphinx? This is beyond our contract's terms.]

Aaron's face twisted in frustration. While the other warriors fearlessly charged their lesser-ranked beasts into battle, his Class-3 magical beast refused to budge.

Veins bulged on his forehead as he shouted angrily, "What nonsense is this? Even beasts ranked far below you are fighting bravely. Have some pride!"

The Behemoth, however, was undeterred, swishing its tail irritably as it muttered back, [Those other beasts were raised by humans, weren't they? They've probably bonded deeply with their masters and feel compelled to protect them. You and I, though… well, let's just say our relationship is… complicated.]

The Behemoth let out a small, derisive snort, leaving Aaron momentarily speechless.

He had carefully chosen a magical beast renowned for both its intellect and power, but now he regretted his decision. Rubbing his temples in frustration, he sighed deeply.

"You do realize that staying frozen here won't make the dragon any less likely to target you, right?"

The Behemoth flinched at the comment but remained unmoving. The rank disparity between magical creatures was a fundamental law etched into their instincts. The presence of Marcus, a Class-1 dragon, and Miaomiao, a sphinx, was enough to paralyze the Behemoth with fear.

[Master, creatures like me who grew up in the wild can't simply ignore rank disparities. It's ingrained in our bloodline,] the Behemoth muttered, its voice trembling.

Aaron sighed, resigned to his fate. Despite being a Class-3 knight, he couldn't control his own Class-3 beast. Meanwhile, the young Michael had somehow secured the loyalty of not one but two Class-1 magical creatures.

Meanwhile, Marcus and Miaomiao reveled in the chaos of the battle, striking down enemies left and right. Magical beasts struck by Miaomiao's claws or Marcus's wings let out pitiful cries as they were hurled from the battlefield.

A few knights attempted to imbue their swords with magic to launch counterattacks, but their efforts were futile. Michael, perched atop Marcus, deflected each assault with ease.

Whenever an opponent retreated from Marcus's defenses, Miaomiao's razor-sharp claws were there to meet them. The sphinx's vengeful strikes sent magical beasts and warriors scattering in terror.

Unable to endure the spectacle any longer, Faust extended his arms, deciding to act. He had hoped to wait until Marcus was brought down to ground level, but the situation demanded otherwise.

Lightning, far stronger than any the white-haired mage had conjured earlier, surged from Faust's fingertips. The bolts shot toward Marcus, Michael, and Miaomiao with terrifying speed.

Onlookers atop the fortress walls closed their eyes, unable to bear watching what they thought would be the end. The warriors on the ground, confident in their victory, gripped their weapons tightly.

But then, Michael smiled.

The sky darkened abruptly, and a colossal bolt of lightning descended from above, dwarfing Faust's magic. The incoming lightning, though formidable, was consumed entirely by the massive strike summoned by Michael.

The devastating bolt shattered Faust's attack and illuminated the battlefield with blinding light. Thunder roared in its wake, shaking the earth and leaving the warriors speechless.

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The hands that had gripped weapons with confidence now trembled and fell slack.

As the storm's aftermath settled, a few raindrops began to fall. The rain carried residual lightning that crackled and spread across the battlefield, leaving warriors and beasts alike writhing in panic.

From atop Marcus, Michael surveyed the chaos, with Miaomiao perched regally beside him. Their presence was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the trembling figures below.

Watching this, the Behemoth whispered softly to Aaron:

[Aren't you glad we stayed out of it?]