Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238 The Feeling of Being Spied

Chapter 238 The Feeling of Being Spied

Not a single drop of blood touched Tristan’s fur.

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His coat remained pristine, white-tipped with pink. Only his seven tails were stained pale with/sap.

Gillian held the pink camellia and washed her body with white psionic power. Then she pulled taint from the pool, refined it into purge concentrate, and scattered it over her.

The camellia drank the gray drops and slowly started to grow.

“Mom.” Camilla’s voice was thin and clinging. “Thank you.”

“Camilla, I should be thanking you.” Gillian tipped concentrate straight into her mouth. “Rest now. Watch your sisters crush every bug that touched you.”

“Okay, Mom. I’m watching…”

Her voice faded as she sank into a healing sleep.

Gillian kept refining, never stopping, and let the concentrate fall like rain over the flower beasts.

On their white roots, it fed them. On the parasites, it burned holes straight through.

Maybe they’d only grown armor on the outside, because they didn’t run or flinch. They couldn’t take the power, so it killed them.

Even the wounded flower beasts straightened under that rain. The fight turned into a slaughter.

Deep underground, a human-shaped shadow watched the rout unfold above.

Merrick gripped his blade with both hands and drove it in, twisting hard. Steel screamed against scale. He tore the sword free, black slime trailing.

The one watching from below stepped back, silent, and disappeared.

Merrick lifted his head and scanned the field. Something prickled at his senses, but he couldn’t name it.

The White Griffin shot after it and came back with nothing.

Merrick couldn’t help wondering if the feeling of being spied on earlier had merely been his imagination. The sky went gray toward dawn. Around the pool, bodies piled up like mountains.

The flyers dropped and locked the pools back onto their towers. Beastman soldiers jumped down and swept the field, finishing anything still breathing.

“Commander, look.” Freya’s voice was shot, her eyes wrecked. “Right before dawn, the parasites just stopped. Like somebody cut them off. We can’t pick up any more.”

level 92

Her Blue Phoenix had trapped nearly fifty thousand parasites overnight, everything from level 1 to level

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Chapter 238 The Feeling of Being Spied

The Legion soldiers from Wasteland City had just cleared the arena.

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The fight had pushed her to the edge. Without the blackstones, she would’ve collapsed hours ago. She forced herself through the report.

“Captain Reed, did you feel something off?” Merrick asked.

He wiped his blade and headed north. Gillian’s side had finished first, but she still wasn’t back. That wasn’t

like her.

“Captain Reed. Commander Cole.”

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