The Siege of Flauros Dungeon

The gates of the Flauros Dungeon groaned open. Belial’s army of monsters began to trickle in, moving with agonizing slowness as they scanned for traps. Buried deep within the roots of the Tentacle Drasil, Meari kept a close watch on the flow of battle through the tentacles extending into the portal. Stay calm. The enemy was unnervingly composed. They were facing an unknown, so caution was expected, but that very composure was enough to drive their opponents mad. They’re attacking, but they’re completely blocking my line of sight.

Snip! Another tentacle had been severed. One that had been peeking out from the ceiling was silenced by a well-placed arrow at the final second. Meari felt a jolt of panic but forced herself to steady her breathing. Stay calm. We haven’t fully analyzed the enemy yet, but they haven’t realized our true position either. The ceiling tentacles had been intercepted, but the ones embedded in the walls and floor remained hidden. While the ceiling ones had been obvious, the others were camouflaged with expert precision.

Flauros stood up with a clumsy, jerky motion, igniting the flames atop his head. The Flauros Dungeon lacked traditional traps, making a direct confrontation in the central chamber inevitable. Tap, tap-tap. The leopard beastmen took up wide positions across the cavern. The portal was installed in their home turf, and their duty was to act as a breakwater, preventing any insurrection. "We will hold them back. Even if it costs us our lives."

In short, the moment the line was breached, the name and race of Flauros would be erased from existence. While there was a way to resurrect via magic stones, failing this mission would mean being dragged straight to Gremory’s farm. Creak. The iron gate leading into the chamber swung open. Meari swallowed hard, bracing her tentacles to greet the intruders.

"Greetings, Lord Flauros." The old man at the vanguard spread his arms in a polite gesture. Flauros watched him with intense wariness. Through the tentacles, Meari could feel the man’s mana indirectly. "I am Dantalion, Seere, Decarabia, and now, Belial. Collecting names is my hobby."

"...You bastard."

"The portals from 67th to 65th wouldn't open. So, I came to pay a visit to your dungeon. And I have only one reason for being here." The old man wiped his face with his hand. In an instant, he transformed into a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty. He wiped his face again, and this time, his features vanished, leaving only a star shape. One more wipe, and he became a handsome young man with a gentle gaze. "You, what was that...?!"

"It is my ability. Hoho, now then..." The young man, Belial, snapped his fingers. "I shall take your name, Flauros."

"You arrogant little shit. I was already pissed off today, and you just made it worse." Flauros roared, his anger flaring like a wildfire. "You want to take my name? I’ll take your eggs instead!!"

"......Castration?"

Kyahhhhhh!! Flauros lunged at the enemy first. Meari felt a surge of frustration at his reckless charge, yet she understood his desperation. Having lost his Holy Power—that strength expressed through vitality and sexual potency—Flauros’s value to the Legion had been cut in half. After having his lower parts kicked off by Amducias’s hooves, combat prowess was the only thing left to prove his existence. Still, charging out alone like that is a problem.

The enemy was chillingly calm, and her side hadn't even finished analyzing them yet. Before stopping Flauros, Meari assessed the enemy’s ranks. Goblins, Orcs, Slimes, Harpies. The composition of low-grade monsters, looking suspiciously like someone she knew, made her skin crawl. Had they really succeeded in a coup against higher-tier dungeon lords with just these forces?

"Heh." Belial stepped back with a smile. Meari swallowed hard as two figures emerged from behind him. What is that? Two monsters appeared, their lower halves serpentine and their upper halves feminine. One held a spear as long as her own body, and the other carried a massive bow. Both were beautiful women, but traces of fish-like features remained all over their bodies. Can we handle them? Regardless, she would have to capture them first to judge. Meari watched the mermaids (or fish-folk?) closely. Their chests are huge. They were even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠comparable to her own.

"Naga?"

"Yes?"

"No, I didn't mean 'get out'." I had moved from the watchtower to the central plaza and summoned Shaitan after receiving the intel through Meari. Shaitan, who had been busy managing logistics and troop movements in the rear, relayed the information about the species Meari had spotted through the system.

"......Things are getting stranger and stranger."

"What is?"

"Just, I keep getting this sense of déjà vu." According to the doctrine of the Goddess Church spread by Guinevere, the creator of this world was a Goddess. Solomon was said to be a demonic entity opposing her. The creator of the world and the father of all monsters. They’re both 'Wa-chang' (World-Creators). There were too many points that required reasonable suspicion to call it a mere coincidence. At this rate, would some dead elf come back to life and split the Legion’s emblem in half?

"*Lick*, why are you like this?" Ryun asked from below, taking advantage of a brief lull to lick my member. I stroked Ryun’s hair with trembling hands. "I’m never going to let you die."

"What about 'dying from pleasure'?"

"That’s always the case. Alright, let me correct that. I’ll make sure there’s never a need for a 'Fate Summon'. Hnnngh." I pulled my member out of Ryun’s mouth. Naturally, Eila, who had been waiting nearby, took it into her mouth.

"Hnnngh." I pumped a thick load deep into Eila’s throat. Using the oral techniques she’d learned from Shaitan, Eila sucked the semen right out of my urethra. The sticky white fluid slid over her red tongue and down her throat with a gulp. "Phew, thank you. My throat was feeling quite parched."

"Yeah. Is your throat okay now? I’ll never use a strategy like that again."

"I am fine, though."

"I’m not." Leading the cavalry while acting as a rider underground was fine, but I’d been covered in far too much dust. Eila took a quick shower at the fountain and rinsed her esophagus with my semen. She hadn't even dried her stockings, leaving her whole body damp, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

"Really? How?"

"Aha." Just as pouring cold water on a fire cools the heat, Flauros was elementally ill-suited to face the Nagas. Still, the fact that they were barely holding on with a 4:6 or 3:7 power ratio was because Flauros was fighting with his life on the line. The value of existence. Having lost his seed, he could no longer perform Las. The survival of his tribe. If the entrance was breached, the Flame Panther tribe would be disposed of by my hand. And his sister. The only female Flame Panther would become a toy for me or the other Orcs. That’s what he must be imagining.

"Since their low-level days couldn't have been their prime, that means their state right before death is their confirmed prime, right? Understood. Shaitan, collect the adventurers' corpses and have Rastuzard process them. As soon as they’re turned into magic stones, feed them to Harsus and Rastuzard."

"This is enough. From riders to mounts ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and weapons, everyone is currently busy fucking. They’ll be ready for a second charge soon." They were in heat due to my war drums and the situation, and since they’d already climaxed once, there would be no issue with launching another charge. Whether it was Orcs, Andras, Unicorns, or Werewolves, they all had such stamina; I’d set a 30-minute limit, and they were spending 20 minutes in power-copulation and 10 minutes resting. I was quite pleased with how they strictly separated work from play.

"Legion Commander, please, order another charge, Las."

"Legion Commander. This time, we’ll skewer two at once. So please."

The Andras and Orcs, having satisfied their initial urge, were eager for more. I surveyed the enemy lines and the state of the mounts. Snort. About ten Werewolves looked quite dissatisfied. Because they hadn't been paired up and couldn't mount the Unicorns, they looked like they might lose their minds and stab the Orcs riding them if things continued this way. "Next time, I’ll have to make sure the cavalry pairs are matched properly. Shaitan! I’m sending 10 Werewolves to the rear. I’ll leave the cleanup to the fairies of Avalon."

"Did you hear that, you little wolves? Don't go hurting them unnecessarily. They’re human."

Kyaooooo—!! The Werewolves were actually happier to be dealing with the fairies. The 10 pairs of Orc riders and Andras were suddenly excluded from the cavalry, but they were also secretly concerned that the Werewolves who had been their rodeo partners had been whining for 30 minutes straight without being able to finish.

"Then, 2nd wave, prepare for the charge...." I ordered the cavalry to stand by at the arrival of Tristan’s messenger. While I had moved to the plaza, reconnaissance from the watchtower was Tristan’s job. "What is it?"

"Report to Defense Captain Eila and the Legion Commander. Word is that the enemies are currently descending upon the East Gate. Andras-nim’s Harpy unit is keeping them in check from the air, slowing them down."

"What?" The East Gate, of all places. I offered a prayer for the adventurers' choices. "Heh, tell them to come as much as they want. Las Vegas is on a different level than it was last time." I lifted Eila up, feeling at ease. In the middle of the city plaza, while the defense force was running around busily, me performing Las on Eila, the Defense Captain, could be a major strategic loss.

"Ma, Master, I haven't given the orders yet...!"

"You give the orders. I’ll support the Legion from behind. Heh, it’s not like war drums only make sound when you hit a drum, is it?" Riiip! I pulled up Eila’s ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠skirt and tore the back of her stockings. Eila frowned, her hands pressed against a desk set up in the plaza. "Ma, Master! Everyone can see us like this!!"

"So what? Everyone’s too busy fighting. Right?" I slid my member in front of Eila at a precise angle. My tool penetrated exactly into Eila’s crevice, sliding beneath her stockings. It was the commendable culture of the Las Legion: wearing no panties under pantyhose. "I’m just doing my part, aren't I? An area-of-effect buff."

BOOM!! I grabbed Eila’s hips and thrust my waist forward with force. As Eila’s body rocked violently, the sound of my pubic bone colliding with her buttocks rang out loudly. "Haaaah!" Vwoooom!! With Eila’s ecstatic scream, my tattoos began to glow with a red light, spreading out in a soft ripple. Eila turned her head to glare at me, her face twisted.

"The, the image of a dignified Princess Knight...!"

"A Princess Knight being ravished in the plaza is a national rule, Eila." Not stripping her naked was my last shred of conscience. I mounted Eila from behind and kept thrusting. Thump, thump-thump, thump-thump-thump!!

"Legion of Wrath, let your strength surge! Kyaaaah!!"

"Tri, Tristan unit to the east, hnnngh! Arthur and Gareth, k-kuh, flank them, haaah...!"

Eila gave her orders while climaxing. Aside from the moments she almost bit her tongue while being thrust into, the orders were swift and accurate, and the Las Vegas defense force quickly redeployed against the group of adventurers moving east.

"All done?"

"Ye, yes!"

"Then support them with Las immediately! Ryun, you help from below!" I had Eila lean over the desk and rammed into her from behind, while Ryun crawled under Eila’s belly, rolling her clitoris with her tongue. "Ah, haaaaah!!" Was it my imagination, or did the energy of the red tattoos spread even further with Eila’s cries? Confident in our victory, I delivered the reward for the mission’s success to Eila in real-time.