Fantasy Family Simulator (FFS)

"Damn it, we've fallen into a human ambush!" growled the Blood Moon Werewolf on the right. "Saru, let's team up and take down one of these human warriors first!"

The Blood Moon Werewolf beside him, called Saru, responded with action rather than words. He let out a long howl, and in an instant, his entire body radiated with a blood-red glow. His muscles, especially on his arms and legs, swelled, and his speed increased dramatically. Like a ravenous wolf, he charged toward Ambiru!

"Scorching Wave Slash!" Ambiru uttered softly as he swung his sword, unleashing a wave of combat energy that erupted into a sea of flames, causing the air temperature to soar dramatically.

But Saru showed no fear. He crossed his arms to form a shield and charged through the scorching flames, slashing down with a heavy claw.

Thud!

Ambiru's expression remained cold as he raised his shield to block, but the difference in innate physical strength made him grunt in pain as a massive force struck him, causing him to take half a step back.

Whirlwind Thrust! The Earth Knight with wind-attribute combat energy moved like a phantom, his speed unmatched by anyone else in the group. His swift and elusive movements rivaled even the Blood Moon Werewolf.

With a thin sword in hand, the knight created a spiraling air current at the tip of his blade, and he lunged like a straight line of wind, aiming for Saru's throat!

Saru's expression turned cautious as he sensed the fierce wind at his back.

If this were a one-on-one fight, he wouldn't fear even a Wind Earth Knight. But being surrounded made things much more troublesome, especially with an opponent who matched his speed.

So, he chose not to take the attack head-on. Bending his knees slightly, Saru leaped high into the air, soaring above the entangled human and beastman armies below.

Then, he dove down.

"We can't let him break through! Stop him at all costs!" Ambiru shouted urgently, his voice filled with concern.

At that moment, as Saru descended from mid-air, just ten meters from the ground, two sixth-rank Earth Knights suddenly emerged from the dense crowd below. Their swords gleamed brightly, radiating immense power as they attacked Saru from both sides.

Caught off guard by his own overconfidence, Saru barely managed to block the sword on his left with his claw, but the sword on the right struck his waist directly.

A wave of excruciating pain surged through his nerves.

"Argh...!" Saru's face twisted in agony, his eyes wide as he felt a terrifying toxin spreading through his body, causing his entire form to tremble. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, noticing it had turned black.

His gaze shifted to the sword that had pierced him, spotting a deep black substance on its tip—Mid-level poison, the Kiss of the Black Python.

The Kiss of the Black Python was one of the most notorious mid-level poisons, as deadly to mid-rank Royal Beastmen as the Black Raven's Plague was to lower-ranked ones.

However, the Kiss of the Black Python was incredibly potent, requiring rare ingredients and a difficult refining process, making it far less common than the Black Raven's Plague.

The formula for the Kiss of the Black Python was a closely guarded secret within the royal family of the Kingdom of Jinlun, with only a select few having access to it. Unlike the Black Raven's Plague, which, while also secret, was produced by alchemy workshops across the kingdom's frontlines.

Thus, the Kiss of the Black Python was reserved solely for Royal Beastmen on the Canyon Frontline.

Ordinary mid-level beastmen like Minotaurs and Boarmen were not considered worth wasting the Kiss of the Black Python on!

At this moment, the Kiss of the Black Python revealed its terrifying power. Saru's once shiny red fur turned ashen and brittle, and his gaze filled with hatred as he stared at the human who had poisoned him.

"Humans... treacherous!" he spat through bloodstained teeth, his voice weak and broken.

He tried to retaliate with a swing of his right claw!

But his body wavered, unable to maintain its position in mid-air. As soon as he swung his claw, it was severed by a sword strike from the right!

Slash! A mix of black and red blood splattered everywhere.

A blood-red claw, a meter long, flew through the air and landed on the battlefield, striking a human soldier on the head.

The soldier staggered, dazed by the impact. A nearby Nightcatman noticed and, with a gleeful expression, prepared to slash the soldier's throat.

But when the Nightcatman saw the blood-red claw that had fallen, it froze in shock!

Why does this look like Lord Saru's arm?!

"Meow!" It let out a terrified scream.

Thud

A hundred meters away, another blood-red figure fell heavily to the ground.

The Nightcatman stiffened, its body trembling with fear. "Lord Saru... is dead?"

The human soldier, regaining his senses, saw the Blood Moon Werewolf slain by his commanders, and his morale surged!

The humans' spirits soared as the Nightcatmen's wavered!

"Ha!" The soldier roared, channeling combat energy into his longsword as he cleaved the Nightcatman before him in two.

This scene played out repeatedly across the battlefield.

With Saru's death and his fall from the sky, countless sixth-rank Earth Knights appeared among the human forces, further demoralizing the Nightcatmen.

On the human side, their momentum was unstoppable, their battle cries echoing like thunder, completely overwhelming the Nightcatmen! The Nightcatmen's forces began to collapse, their death cries filling the air.

Had the battle involved only a few sixth-rank Earth Knights, the Nightcatmen's thousands wouldn't have been so easily intimidated! But combined with the sheer number of human soldiers, the Nightcatmen felt a crushing weight on their spirits!

Earth Spike! Earth Pillar Strike! Quicksand Spell! Seeing the Blood Moon Werewolf behind him fall, Rhett felt a surge of excitement and accelerated his spellcasting.

Earth-colored spikes and pillars shot toward the Nightcatmen, while the whirlpools formed by the Quicksand Spell continuously slowed their movements, neutralizing their greatest advantage—speed!

"Meow!"

Three Nightcatmen, engaged with other human soldiers, began to meow more frequently.

Suddenly.

As if they had coordinated, the three simultaneously leaped toward Rhett's position.

Agile Nightcatmen were always priority targets on the battlefield.

And earth mages, who could control the terrain, were equally despised by the beastmen!

Cold glints flashed through the night!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Three dull thuds resounded as knights, who had been keeping a close watch on Rhett, quickly stepped in to protect him, even while fighting the Nightcatmen.

Three heavy shields clashed against the Nightcatmen's claws.

The three Nightcatmen were sent flying, their dark eyes burning with hatred, growling lowly.

As Rhett prepared to gather his mental energy again to cast another Earth Pillar or Earth Spike, a fifth-rank Nightcatman in the distance glanced at Ambiru, its eyes filled with resentment, and let out a long, sharp cry:

"Meowoo"

This was the beastman language for "Retreat!"

Rumble

Suddenly, the Nightcatmen forces across the battlefield, including those directly in front of Rhett, began to retreat like a tide.

At that moment. A piercing scream echoed through the battlefield! Rhett quickly turned toward the source of the sound, just in time to see another massive Blood Moon Werewolf fall as three human warriors pierced its throat, back, and right ribcage simultaneously!

Of course, the two human warriors also bore claw marks on their bodies, but compared to the Blood Moon Werewolf's fate, their injuries were minor.

Watching the retreating Nightcatmen, Ambiru seemed entirely in control, and he immediately shouted, "Pursue the Nightcatmen forces!"

Rhett's expression tightened as he saw the knights' ranks surging forward, chasing the "black tide." He quickly scanned for Tuck's figure at the front.

Soon, he spotted the burly Tuck at the rear of the knight formation, running at a slower pace.

Every time he encountered a heavily injured but still breathing Nightcatman, he would finish it off with a single blow.

Seeing this, Rhett breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Tuck hadn't forgotten his earlier instructions.

Relay, also a mage, wasn't far from Rhett, about thirty meters to the right. As Rhett glanced over, their eyes met.

Rhett first turned his gaze to the severely injured Nightcatmen lying on the ground, then gave Relay a look that said, "You know what to do."

"Got it!" Relay nodded slightly in understanding. He began casting Water Spear spells, finishing off the half-dead Nightcatmen and helping Rhett accumulate Destiny Points.

With such a resounding victory, no one noticed these minor details.

This allowed Tuck and Relay to focus on finishing off the wounded Nightcatmen at the rear.

[Family member killed an enemy one rank higher, +1 Destiny Point]

[Family member killed an enemy two ranks higher, +2 Destiny Points]

[Family member killed an enemy three ranks higher, +3 Destiny Points]

Soon, the continuous notifications of Destiny Points began to flash before Rhett's eyes, much faster than when Telis executed beastman captives! An hour later.

The pursuit ended, and Rhett glanced at his Destiny Points, which now totaled 159, feeling deeply satisfied.

He had originally had just over fifty points in reserve, and tonight's battle had earned him around one hundred additional Destiny Points!

If battles like this happened every day, Rhett believed he could gather enough points to break through in less than a month.

Unfortunately, if such battles occurred daily, the war between beastmen and humans would have already reached its conclusion—one side would have been annihilated.

It wouldn't be Rhett fighting on the Canyon Frontline...

Before dawn, in the quiet hours, the troops returned to their ambush site with their beastman prisoners, marking the end of the mission.

Below, the soldiers drank Beast Wine in celebration, their joy evident on every face.

On the hill above, several powerful Earth Knights stood, conversing.

"Ambiru, you've truly done a great service this time.

If this many Nightcatmen had reached the front lines, they could have caused significant trouble." The wind-attribute sixth-rank knight said. "By eliminating this threat, we've undoubtedly dealt a severe blow to the beastmen's plans!"

"Somjet, I couldn't have done it without your support. If those sixth-rank Blood Moon Werewolves had broken through, they would have caused a disaster!" Ambiru remarked with a deep sense of relief. "But for the beastmen to send even sixth-rank Blood Moon Werewolves here shows just how desperate they are.

I doubt there are many sixth-rank Royal Blood Beastmen left on this front."

"Of course, the Royal Beastmen's birth rates are far lower than ours, and their advancement is much slower. They only compete with us because of their long lifespans," Somjet laughed heartily. "So, the more Royal Bloodlines they lose, the more it hurts them!"

"Indeed!" Ambiru nodded with a smile.

"By the way, Ambiru, where did you get this information? Now that the battle's over, can you tell us?" A burly man with a thick beard, wielding a broad blue greatsword, jumped up from halfway down the hill, curious.

"Tami, the intel came from one of my mages. Both the news of the beastmen's assault and the details about the Nightcatmen came from him..." Ambiru replied with pride.

"Oh?" The other sixth-rank knights gathered around, intrigued.

"Was it Amadeo? Or Gloria? Or maybe..."

"Ha, none of them." Ambiru shook his head with a smile. "It was a newly promoted mage named Rhett, who was fortunate enough to take a Bloodline Potion."

"That's a name I'm not familiar with," Somjet frowned.

"Rhett?" Tami, the burly man, looked thoughtful, then suddenly realized, "I remember now. I've heard of him. He seems to have been ennobled a few years ago?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Lucky guy," Somjet sighed with envy.

Tami turned to Somjet, saying, "Envious of his Bloodline Potion? That kind of luck is indeed enviable."

"Oh no, it's not that. My talent isn't bad either.

But unfortunately, when I was first tested for talent, I foolishly signed a military contract.

Sure, I got top-tier breathing techniques, combat skills, and plenty of resources.

But I'll never be able to leave the battlefield and become a noble," Somjet lamented. "It's like being a gust of wind, bound to a single place, with no freedom."