Yuuya’s Beasts Unleashed

For a moment, Rimuru studied Yuuya's face, then sighed with a smirk.

"You're as infuriating as you are reliable," Rimuru muttered, before turning to Shion, who handed him a communication crystal.

Rimuru amplified his voice, his calm yet authoritative tone echoing throughout the city and the arena, carried by magical loudspeakers and the projection screens.

"Citizens of Tempest, please remain calm. We are currently under attack, but the situation is being handled by our forces. The festival will continue as planned, so enjoy yourselves."

His voice was steady and confident, and his tone reassuring, immediately calming the crowd.

The citizens, though concerned, trusted Rimuru's words, and many continued to enjoy the festival—albeit with more caution—placing their faith in Tempest's strength.

As Tempest's festival continued, the cheers and excitement from the tournament gradually faded, giving way to murmurs of confusion and concern.

The distant explosions and the subtle tremors beneath their feet left the leaders and nobles restless, their eyes narrowing with unease.

In the VIP stands, the rulers of various nations whispered among themselves, their voices low but anxious.

King Gazel of Dwargon leaned toward Rimuru, his brows furrowed.

"Rimuru… is your city truly under attack? Right now, during the festival?"

Archduke Erald of Sarion frowned deeply, his gaze sharp as he scanned the area.

"Is this part of the spectacle? Some elaborate display?"

Queen Elmesia from Thalion placed a hand to her lips, her eyes glimmering with both curiosity and concern.

"If this isn't part of the event, then… why does Rimuru look so calm?"

The nobles and merchants throughout the arena murmured nervously, watching the storm clouds in the distance and feeling the subtle tremors beneath their feet.

Their uncertainty grew, as they were unsure whether to flee or remain seated.

Suddenly, the magical projection screens displaying the tournament battles flickered violently, causing the crowd to gasp in surprise.

The arena fell silent, as the screens dimmed for a brief moment, and then—

Yuuya's voice boomed, calm and clear, echoing across the entire city.

His face appeared on the screens, his expression casual yet commanding, as he smirked slightly.

"Greetings, everyone."

His voice was smooth and confident, but carried a weight of authority that made the entire crowd fall silent.

The leaders stiffened, sensing that something significant was about to be revealed.

"I know you're all a little confused right now. Let me clear things up for you. You see…" Yuuya's eyes glimmered with a devilish gleam, "…while you've been enjoying the festival, a certain someone has been planning a little surprise attack on Tempest."**

The crowd gasped softly, their eyes widening in disbelief, while the leaders leaned forward, their expressions turning grim.

Even Rimuru's generals turned to their lord, exchanging silent glances, still unsure of what Yuuya was planning.

"But don't worry," Yuuya said casually, leaning slightly forward with a smirk, "I had a little surprise of my own prepared."

And with a wave of his hand, the screens shifted to display the battle happening outside Tempest—in real-time, with cinematic precision, almost like a high-budget fantasy film.

The projection revealed a scene of devastation.

A massive, corrupted dragon—with darkened scales, crimson eyes, and thick demonic aura—was rampaging through the outskirts of Tempest, destroying everything in its path.

Flames and black lightning surged around its massive form, scorching the earth as its tail whipped violently, shattering entire hills.

At its helm stood Mariabell Rosso, the young, pale-haired girl with cruel eyes and a maniacal grin.

She was riding atop the dragon, her hands crackling with malevolent magic as she orchestrated the assault.

Her small army, composed of elite mercenaries and magic knights, charged alongside the dragon, cutting down Tempest's outer defenses with ruthless efficiency.

Dozens of spellcasters launched fireballs, lightning bolts, and curses, while the knights in enchanted armor cleaved through the city's perimeter guards.

Mariabell grinned wickedly, her golden eyes gleaming with sadistic glee.

"Hahaha! Burn, Tempest! Burn! Writhe in your final moments!" she screeched, her voice wild with glee.

However, just as she raised her hand, preparing to command the Chaos Dragon to unleash a destructive breath attack, the ground suddenly trembled violently.

A shadow fell over the battlefield, and the temperature seemed to plummet.

The projection zoomed in dramatically, displaying the sudden appearance of Yuuya's Abyssal Beasts, which erupted from the shadows.

The crowd in the arena gasped audibly, and the leaders leaned forward, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Massive wolf-like creatures, with black flames flickering around their fur, lunged at Mariabell's forces, tearing through them with feral precision.

Their claws sliced through armor like butter, and their flame-coated fangs reduced the knights to ashes with a single bite.

Above the battlefield, a serpentine wyvern with obsidian-black scales and glowing red eyes swooped down with a piercing shriek, breathing a torrent of black fire that engulfed dozens of mercenaries in an instant.

The Chaos Dragon roared in defiance, swinging its massive tail toward the wyvern—

—but the Abyssal Beast teleported in a flash of dark energy, reappearing above the dragon and slamming it into the earth with a ferocious blast of energy.

The crowd erupted in awe, some clutching their chests, unable to believe what they were seeing.

The leaders sat stiffly, their eyes wide as they watched the beasts slaughter Mariabell's army with terrifying ease.

Mariabell's grin faltered, her eyes narrowing in disbelief as her forces were annihilated.

Her hands trembled slightly, and she clenched her fists, refusing to accept what was happening.

"No! No, this isn't possible!" she screeched, her eyes wide with fury and panic.

"You're just beasts! You can't…"

But her words were cut off as one of Yuuya's colossus-like beasts—a titan with jet-black armor and burning crimson eyes—smashed through her ranks, turning the entire battlefield into a crater of molten rubble.

The mercenaries screamed, their bodies reduced to ashes.

Seeing her forces falling, Mariabell's eyes narrowed with cold resolve.

She turned to the Chaos Dragon, raising her hand.

"No… I still have you. Destroy everything!" she commanded, her voice trembling with rage.

The Chaos Dragon roared, its eyes burning with corrupted hatred, and it charged a massive breath attack, preparing to incinerate the outskirts of Tempest.

But—

SHWOOM!

From the shadows, a serpentine wyvern suddenly lunged at the dragon's throat, its fangs crackling with dark energy, and bit down with brutal force.

The dragon's breath attack fizzled, and it let out a pained shriek as Yuuya's wyvern twisted its neck violently, slamming it into the earth with a thunderous crash.

Then, one of Yuuya's titanic beasts, with massive black claws, ripped out the dragon's core, pulling it from its chest in a single, violent motion.

The dragon let out one final, pained roar, its body collapsing lifelessly.

The crowd in the arena was dead silent, staring at the screens in absolute disbelief.

The leaders of the nations were stunned, their eyes wide, trying to comprehend the spectacle they had just witnessed.

King Gazel stared at the screen, his mouth slightly agape.

"By the gods…" he muttered, his voice barely a whisper.

Queen Elmesia's hands trembled slightly, her eyes filled with awe and disbelief.

"Those… creatures… they're Yuuya's?"

The nobles and adventurers murmured in awe and fear.

Many whispered among themselves, realizing that Tempest was not just strong—it was a fortress of absolute power.

Meanwhile, Yuuya's face reappeared on the screen, smirking slightly.

"And that, my friends… is how you handle an attack."

The crowd erupted in wild cheers, utterly awestruck by the spectacle of Tempest's power.