Heroine Creation: All My Summons Are Custom Made-Chapter 75: Eat Thunder

Lancet covered his face as the shockwave from the collision poured over him, whipping his blond hair and his uniform back.

He peeked above his hand just in time to see Astensia charge straight into the giant furred monster, the Sasquatch.

Big Foot brought its massive, boulder-sized fists down in a move that resembled a double-hammer. Astensia made a pivot on her left heel, angling her heavy golden shield upward.

CLANG!

The impact rang like a massive church bell. The stone beneath Astensia’s boots instantly shattered, cratering a foot deep. She gritted her teeth, her muscles straining as she parried the brute force of the Grand-ranked terror.

"You are greatly strong, as expected!" Astensia spoke over the beast’s roar. "But monsters like you always have no balance!"

"Hahh!" She pushed her shield outward, throwing the massive arms and as a result, the entire beast off balance.

But before she could follow up with a strike, a haunting, overlapping laugh echoed to her right.

Mummy—Linzley’s doll—was coming for her. Its torso was floating ten feet in the air, but its disjointed right leg rapidly spun toward Astensia’s blind spot.

Astensia prepared to block, but mid-spin, the porcelain leg grotesquely morphed. To the Knight’s surprise, the foot expanded and twisted into an arm wreathed in dark, burning flames.

Nevertheless, Astensia was fast enough to duck in time, despite the shock.

Lancet’s eyes widened. ’The disjointed body parts can morph into other body parts?!’

The flaming fist grazed the top of Astensia’s helm. It didn’t stop until it struck a stone pillar, melting the structure into wet concrete.

"These hideous things are even more unnatural than demons!" Astensia spat, rolling backward to avoid a second flaming strike from the Mummy’s disconnected head, which was now spitting out fire balls.

"I’ve fought some ghoulish demons!" Thor roared from the other side of the clash. "These are nothing!"

Bathsheba hovered above the fray, her bleeding eyes locked onto the Valkyrie. The spectral woman threw her head back, her jaw unhinging as she unleashed a point-blank sonic shriek.

The air visibly rippled, the soundwaves tearing through the arena and fracturing the remaining glass windows of the dome above.

Thor saw the incoming danger, and fearlessly gripped her warhammer with both hands. Blue electricity violently spiraled up her arms and her eyes lit up with bolts.

"Tornado Thunder!" Thor yelled.

She spun her hammer in a rapid, blinding circle in front of her. The kinetic lightning formed a literal electrical turbine, catching the sonic wave and shredding the concussive force into harmless static.

"Your wailing is pathetic!" Thor taunted, her eyes cooling to the normal palette.

But the moment Thor dropped her defense, a blur of dark fur and razor-sharp claws lunged from the shadows.

The Lycan Lord was perhaps the most agile beast in the fray. It bounced off a stone pillar, diving straight for Thor’s exposed flank, the acidic saliva falling off its giant hungry jaws.

Thor’s reaction was as fast as lightning. She brought the haft of her hammer up to block the Lycan’s snapping jaws. The werewolf had enough weight to slightly bear her down; incessantly, it screeched violently against her armor with its massive claws.

"Submit, Legends!" Caelem’s voice echoed triumphantly from the backlines. "You’re outnumbered! They will tear you limb from limb!"

"He’s right!" Muskard bellowed, thrusting his smoking red hand forward. "Enenra, suffocate their pride!"

The giant plume of black smoke, Enenra, attacked with its three distinct wraiths. They had a strange type of movement; like smoke disguised as a woman... or the other way around.

The wraiths flowed rapidly toward Thor. As their smoke enveloped her peripheral vision, they condensed and took form—three shadowy, slightly smaller clones of Thor herself.

They raised their mock-warhammers, tiny sparks of weak, grey lightning crackling around them, and swung at Thor’s knees while she was busy holding back the Lycan Lord.

First, Thor’s eyes narrowed knowingly at the werewolf. When it understood what she was about to do, its screeching turned to whimpering.

"Eat lightning, dog."

KRAKA-KOOOOM!

A blast of blue electricity struck from the hammer and into the beast’s open mouth. It sent the monster flying for eons and crashing into a row of concrete benches.

Then, Thor slammed her foot on the ground.

"Do not dare mock my form!" she roared. Lightning spread from the base of her foot to the clones around her. They shook as they were electrocuted, fading away into smoke and leaving the real Enenra alone and exposed.

"There you are, Cursed Spirit." Thor’s eyes gleamed.

Simultaneously, a wet clicking noise echoed behind Astensia.

Sunshine, the monstrous, skittering twelve-foot-tall spider-doll, crawled rapidly across the ceiling of the underground dome. Its multiple jaws opened, vomiting a thick, corrosive black tar that rained down like a massive web.

Astensia leaped to the side, the black tar sizzling and eating through the stone where she had just been standing.

’These creatures,’ Astensia thought, her eyes narrowed and curious. ’Individually, they lack the refinement of any intelligent powerful beast or demon. But their numbers allow them to... overwhelm us.’

She looked around. ’They have different special powers and are highly ranked monsters as well. Defeating them without using cataclysmic skills that could harm everyone here is going to be a good challenge to test my will and control.’

Big Foot charged again, mindless and brutal.

Astensia pushed a leg forward, driving the pommel of her sword into its kneecap, then slashing upward.

The blade drew a thick line of blood across its chest, but the Sasquatch didn’t even flinch. It backhanded Astensia’s shield, sending her skidding ten feet back into the dirt.

"Gotcha!" Linzley squealed.

Mummy’s torso floated directly behind the staggering Knight. Both of its disconnected arms manifested burning, spiked clubs and swung them toward Astensia’s neck.

"Astensia!" Lancet yelled from the edge of the arena, his heart hammering against his ribs.

"Do not worry for me, Master!" Astensia shouted back.

Her golden Grace suddenly blasted outwardly. She dropped to one knee, letting the Mummy’s burning clubs smash into each other right above her head.

Using the momentum of that same motion, she gripped Blessed Blade with both hands and swung it in a massive, upward crescent arc.

"Glorious Slash!"

A wave of golden energy ripped from her blade. It completely bypassed the Big Foot and rocketed straight upward toward the ceiling.

Sunshine, who had been preparing to spit another web of corrosive tar, didn’t have time to skitter away. The crescent wave of golden Grace cleaved flawlessly through the center of the spider-doll’s grotesque body.

Sunshine let out a high-pitched, mechanical screech as it was split perfectly in two. The two halves rained down, crashing into the arena floor in a puddle of black sludge and twitching porcelain limbs.

"Sunshine! No!" Linzley shrieked, clutching her own hair in a psychotic tantrum. "You broke my toy! You broke her!"

"You’re no longer a child," Astensia declared. "It is time to put the dolls away and become an adult."

Linzley looked up at her, her face squeezing in rage. "I will make you pay for this!"

"I wish you good luck, child." Right then, Astensia raised her shield just in time to block another furious hammer-fist from the enraged Big Foot.

Across the battlefield, Thor was still engaged with Enenra and its relentless clones. The cursed spirit avoided confrontation, sending the smoke-clones to do its bidding.

"Hold her down!" Muskard commanded.

Bathsheba swooped low. The hissing, shadowy vipers that made up her hair rapidly elongated, shooting forward like black ropes.

The snakes coiled tightly around Thor’s left arm and right leg, their fangs sinking into the gaps of her armor, injecting a freezing, paralyzing cold.

"Ngh!" Thor gritted her teeth, her movements stalling.

Seeing the opening, the Lycan Lord, which had struggled back to its feet, roared from the distance and leaped forward with great momentum.

It dragged its right claw forward to decapitate the Valkyrie.

"You think a few snakes can hold a god of the storm?!" Thor bellowed, her electric-blue eyes going completely white.

She suddenly let go of her warhammer with her right hand. As the Lycan Lord swung its deadly claw forward, the hammer neared the ground.

Then, in a flash of a second, Thor caught the werewolf’s wrist mid-air with a grip like vice. The werewolf’s eyes widened in primal panic.

"Burn," she whispered.

The warhammer struck the ground.

Immediately, a gigantic dome of lightning expanded from the collision. At the same time, Thor shot out electricity from her palm into the Lycan Lord’s bloodstream.

A blinding pillar of raw lightning engulfed the werewolf entirely. The beast’s agonizing howl was drowned out by the explosive dome of thunder that spread through her space.

The blast shattered the Enenra clones into harmless grey smoke and violently shocked Bathsheba’s snake-hair, forcing the spectral woman to screech and retract her serpents in pain.

Thor tossed the smoking, completely charred, and lifeless body of the Lycan Lord to the dirt.

"No!" Caelem screamed, his eyes bloodshot with disbelief as his prized Grand-rank beast lay there lifeless.

Thor leaped immediately, summoning her hammer into her hand as she struck at the Enenra, which quickly sped away in fumes of smoke.

Astensia bashed the Big Foot back, creating a momentary pocket of space. "Radiant Grand Cross!"

Two giant halves of a golden cross materialized, rapidly closing in like a giant pair of scissors around the Big Foot and the floating pieces of Mummy.

The creatures were able to escape right in time, but the collision of the cross-halves shook the ground and filled the arena with golden smoke.

Lancet stood at the edge, trying to peer through the smoke to see what was happening.

"Lancetttt!"

An angry cry came from directly above him.

Lancet’s head snapped up.

Bursting through the thick cloud of dust, bypassing the frontlines entirely, was Caelem.

The Beast Tamer was in mid-air, swooping down like a predator. Even more worrisome, Caelem’s entire right arm had grotesquely transformed, taking on the beastly proportions of his Big Foot summon.

His eyes were wide, filled with rage and lethal threat.

"I warned you what would happen if you said no!" Caelem roared, pulling the monstrous, heavy fist back as he descended directly toward Lancet’s unprotected face. "Now get ready to bleed!"

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A/N: Check the comment section for Astensia and Thor’s character cards as shown in Lancet’s system. Remember to keep supporting!