Heroine Creation: All My Summons Are Custom Made

Chapter 174: That Arsenal Class Is No Joke

The platform erupted into action immediately. Four teams. Four corners. One goal.

Lancet’s eyes swept across the battlefield, watching his team.

Luke took the leading position, already racing towards the center. Min Tu flanked the left side and Cassandra the right.

They crested a low ridge of broken stone and froze, one hand raised in a silent signal. The team halted behind him.

Below the ridge, a Tribute Coin gleamed in a shallow depression, but it wasn’t unguarded.

A pair of Earth Hounds surrounded it.

Min Tu narrowed her eyes. "Should I?"

"No," Luke replied. "I got it."

He hit the slope at a dead sprint. Pushing his hands to his sides, he called upon his magic, summoning a pair of black and crimson daggers — Devil’s Fangs.

The first Earth Hound spun toward him, jaws opening wide enough to swallow a man’s torso whole.

Luke dropped.

He slid under the snapping jaws on his knees, the dagger flashing upward as he passed beneath the beast’s throat. The black carved a line from the Terrahound’s chin to its chest, spraying blood everywhere..

The beast collapsed with a gurgling roar.

The second Terrahound charged before the first hit the ground. Luke rolled sideways, and when he came up on one knee, the dagger in his hand vanished. It was instantly replaced by a bow carved from a god tree.

He drew, and shot out a silver arrow.

The arrow punched through the second Terrahound’s eye socket and erupted from the back of its skull, showering blood and brain matter. The beast took three more steps—twitching, stumbling—and then crashed face-first into the dirt, sliding to a stop inches from Luke’s boots.

Silence. The entire crowd was impressed by that.

Then the announcer’s voice boomed across the stadium.

"WOAH! SEEMS LIKE SUMMONER-D DRAWS FIRST BLOOD! Two Terrahounds down in less than ten seconds! That Arsenal class is no joke, folks!"

The crowd immediately roared.

Lancet’s smirk widened.

’Show-off,’ he thought fondly.

"Collect the Tribute Coin," Luke said evenly. "We have to get to the center fast. Specialists have the edge with Renan in the team."

Cassandra quickly grabbed the Coin and stuffed it into a hidden bag. She looked at Min Tu and Luke, then nodded.

"Let’s go."

On one of the other sides, Specialist-D were closing in fast.

Renan led the charge, cleaving through everything in his path with contemptuous ease.

When they were closing in on their first Tribute Coin, a pack of Stoneclaw Lizards erupted from a crevice. Renan ordered the others to get the coin as he ran into the attack, swinging his legendary sword.

The blade bisected all three lizards simultaneously, their bodies falling in six neatly separated pieces.

The crowd cheered, Specialist-D took over on the standings.

[ Specialist-D : 150 ]

[ Summoner-D : 140 ]

[ Elementalist-D : 50 ]

[ Enchanter-D : 30 ]

Like Luke predicted, Specialist-D took over pretty quickly. Renan was obviously the main reason but his teammates were not to be overlooked.

Sienna Starbridge, the lithe archer, did well flanking him at a distance. She picked off smaller beasts that tried to approach from the rear. Locke, the stern-faced Swordsman, guarded their right side, slicing any monster ambush before it could reach Renan’s blind spot.

They had already claimed 5 Tribute Coins by the time Summoner-D, second place, claimed their third.

"SPECIALIST-D IS ABSOLUTELY ROLLING!" the announcer shouted. "They’re at 300 points and they’re not slowing down! That Heavenly Knight is a one-man army!"

Lancet watched anxiously, feeling a little frustrated now that he was not there to stop Renan from winning. Because it very well seemed that Specialist-D was going to win.

Frieda’s Elementalist-D team was fighting the jungle as much as the beasts. Their starting zone had them passing a cramped stretch of shadowed forest, where thorned vines lashed at ankles and branches seemed to reach for them.

A swarm of Needlewasps burst from a hollow tree and charged the group. Cillian, at the rear, froze the insects mid-flight, their wings icing over before they dropped like brittle shards to the forest floor.

Frieda tried to push the team forward by being more aggressive. When a Thornback Boar crashed out of the undergrowth, she unleashed a wave of fire that tore through its hide and sent it screaming into the dirt.

But, because of her avidity, the flames caught the undergrowth at once. Billard slammed a wall of stone into place to hold the blaze back while Frieda hissed in frustration.

"ELEMENTALIST-D IS HAVING A ROUGH GO OF IT!" the announcer remarked. "Two Tribute Coins so far, and they’re burning half the forest to get them!"

The Enchanters were moving with a completely different strategy. Amira’s group was quiet, careful, and efficient. Soren had already layered healing buffs over the team, and their Rune Carver had seeded detection stones through the route.

When a pair of Shadowcats slipped out of the dark, Amira finished them off with multiple blasts of her hexes. They made sure to kill every single beast, not allowing any to escape.

Soren and Jon-Mark were both supporters, Soren kept Jon-Mark and Amira completely healed and fresh, while Jon-Mark placed hexes on Soren and Amira to triple their magic output.

Because of their slow and steady approach, they were in third place and creeping closer to Summoner-D.

"ENCHANTER-D IS PLAYING THE LONG GAME!" the announcer said. "Ten coins and a solid third-place position. They’re not flashy, but they’re not slipping like Elementalist-D!"

Phiodor Blaze, in his sitting position, was as red as a tomato.

Speaking of Summoner-D, the team had cleared three more beast clusters in the last ten minutes, and in every engagement, Luke had been the difference.

A pack of Razorbeaks—avian predators with beaks that could shear through bone—descended from a cliff face above them. Luke saw them coming before anyone else did.

His bow appeared in his hands, and three arrows flew in rapid succession—thrum-thrum-thrum—each one finding a Razorbeak’s heart. The remaining two birds dove toward Min Tu’s Skeletons, but Wraith’s cleaver and Reaper’s twin swords made short work of them.

They claimed the Tribute Coin waiting for now, and now had twelve in their disposal. There were eight more left before the giant one in the center.

But that was when they encountered a trap.