[The Unicorn's Impaled Offering]
Andras. A being who, even back in her Harpy days, had taken other men to lay eggs, and then accepted my seed to give birth to Harpyia. Although she was mine, and her evolution into a 5-star monster had made her taste quite unique, I, a devout follower of the Las philosophy, couldn't simply grant her every whim.
"You said you wanted to tie the knot with a handsome human man? Heh, you’ve got an eye for men, I’ll give you that."
Knight Graey was kicking his legs in mid-air, held fast by Andras. She’d probably drop him onto some two-story house and devour him right there.
"Master, are you really okay with Andras being with another man?"
"It’s not like I’d stop eating her just because she gets married. Let it be."
She’d already been handled by other men, and I didn’t have the luxury to fuss over Andras. I was just moved that a creature who was once a mere 1-star Harpy had evolved into a 5-star monster capable of kidnapping knights like that.
"It feels like raising a student and sending them off to college. Heh."
"You ate that student, though."
"...No, well, consider it tuition. Anyway, Ryun."
I grabbed the face of an adventurer lunging at me. Ryun fired three arrows through the gaps in her robe, and three wind-holes appeared in the adventurer’s belly.
"How should we process these guys after catching them?"
"You bastard!!"
"Who are you calling a bastard, you baldy?"
I slammed my palm into the forehead of the priest, whose scalp was half-exposed.
"Quiet down!"
"Gahk!"
With a wet, slapping sound, a red handprint remained on the priest's forehead. I raised my hand, still pulsing with the energy of my tattoo, and brought it down on his forehead again.
Orc General's Palm!
SPLAT!! A deep red handprint was seared onto the priest's forehead, and I kicked him far away. Ryun’s arrow pierced his abdomen.
"Ah, that’s easy. Have we finished them all?"
"Master!"
Ryun screamed and fired an arrow. But the wind arrow couldn't stop the enemy's attack; the young priestess swatted the wind arrow away with her mace and swung a flail at me.
"Oh, Goddess—!!"
With a shrill voice, the priestess leaped high. She tried to crush me with the added weight of her downward strike, fueled by holy power. Ryun’s arrow attacks were useless. It was too late to dodge, and blocking it seemed like it would hurt.
"Ryun!"
I pushed Ryun aside and thrust my belly forward, right where the mace was falling. I arched my back and presented my stomach to make it easy to hit, causing the priestess to stumble in confusion.
THUD! The priestess's flail bounced off. My stomach stung, likely because it was imbued with holy power, but the pain wasn't that severe. I checked just in case, and it seemed my belly couldn't be tenderized even by the Goddess's holy power.
"Tsk, I thought I was getting a nice abdominal massage."
"Master!"
"Don't worry, Ryun. This is what we call an 'Abs Guard'."
Arrows might pierce my chest, but they wouldn't pierce my belly. Pushing aside the trivial thought that I could walk around with my stomach exposed once I wore plate armor, I grabbed the priestess by the neck and lifted her high.
"Choose. Red, green, black, gold, or apricot."
"W-what...!"
"I’m going to humiliate a priestess, but there are so many targets to choose from, you see."
"Ptooey!"
The priestess spat at me.
"Thanks for the reward. But that feels a bit dirty. I tried to give you a chance like a gentleman."
"You wicked monster, the Goddess will not forgive you!"
"Even that Goddess's holy power couldn't pierce my fat. I guess you won't do. Amducias!!"
Amducias, who had been goring men with her horn, came galloping toward me. Rolling her eyes, she shoved her head toward the priestess I was holding by the neck, sniffing her while her yellow horn glowed.
"Virgin!"
"Pierce her!"
"Hee-hee-hee!!"
Amducias put the priestess I had thrown onto her back. Her back?
"What are you doing now?"
"Can I bring you a eunuch leopard?!"
"...Are you talking about Flauros?"
"Yes!"
Amducias seemed to feel sorry for what she had done. Of course, it was up to Flauros, who had become a eunuch, to decide how to treat the prisoner, but I sent reinforcements to assess the situation.
"Then lead the unicorns and go as reinforcements. Shaitan will guide you."
"Hee-hee-hee!!"
Amducias left the battlefield, leading the unicorn unit. And as the unicorn unit departed, the werewolf units looked disappointed.
"Grrr."
Robo No. 2 growled and kicked the ground. Unlike the unicorn unit, the werewolves were all male.
"Why? Is it because the unicorns you wanted to Las with went somewhere else?"
"Kkeureureuk."
Robo No. 2 nodded honestly. Since all the unicorns were female, the role of the stud had to be taken by Jokamel, but I didn't really want to increase his numbers.
"Alright, then let's finish off the enemies first."
We suppressed the knights and killed all the priests. The adventurers began to be pushed back by less than 100 monsters, and at the forefront were me and Ryun.
"The crazy unicorns are retreating! Now we have a chance!"
"Kill the elf, kill the elf first! That bitch is the most dangerous!!"
"Oh, Goddess!!"
There were still many who hadn't died. After a quick scan, there didn't seem to be any talent like Graey, and most of them were just guys I wished would turn into magic stones.
"Listen, you little humans——!!"
I shouted at the adventurers.
"If you throw away your weapons and surrender, I will spare your lives!!"
Despite my shout, the adventurers were still wary of me, weapons in hand. I couldn't understand why they always tried to get angrier and charge whenever I told them to surrender.
"If you’re all determined to die... Tsk, I don't want to fill Las Vegas with ghouls, so I have no choice."
I lifted the hem of Ryun’s skirt slightly. Her black pantyhose were slowly revealed, and Ryun was startled, grabbing her skirt at the crotch with her hands.
"Master?!"
"It’s a shame to miss such a good opportunity to experience this great civilization. ...Ryun, do you think I’d show you to these guys?"
Of course, the traces of what I’d done with Ryun might have been slightly visible, but Ryun pouted and grumbled.
"You surprised me by doing that all of a sudden."
"Even if you were surprised, it’s thrilling, isn't it? Heh."
Ryun and I joked around and grabbed our weapons again. The adventurers seemed quite angry at our playfulness, but the situation was so favorable that I could afford to drop my seriousness a little.
"Adventurers, I'm sorry."
Thump, thump-thump! The Stone Golem, which had been hiding between the fences and disguised as a wooden palisade. The Harpy Angel unit led by Harpyia, whose captain had gone to take care of business for a moment. And the Orc and Andras units stationed on the ground. Their numbers easily exceeded 300, and the number of adventurers had dwindled to around 300.
"This is the final ultimatum, adventurers!!"
I shouted one last time.
"Curvy succubus sisters are waiting! Muscular orc brothers are waiting! Tentacles and slimes for the perverts are fully stocked!! If you surrender now, you get a lifetime of free service! I’ll make sure you have a happy life! 3, 2, 1!!"
No one put down their weapons.
"Then you all have to die. Laaaaaas!!"
With my roar, the monsters charged at the adventurers. A quick battle. I had to kill them all quickly, protect the Flauros multi-dungeon, and then go do some Las.
Puh-buh-buk! A water arrow embedded itself in Flauros's thigh, and a spear made of water sliced through her burning hair. Flauros knelt, defeated by the overwhelming compatibility difference in the 1:2 battle.
"Huff, huff, huuuuff...!"
"Did you already fight a battle? Your lower body movements were quite sluggish."
Belial crouched in front of the kneeling Flauros. Now a handsome young man with blonde hair, he was openly mocking her, and Flauros was grinding her teeth in the humiliation of defeat.
"64th place is nothing special. If I’d known, I wouldn't have needed to climb up one step at a time from the bottom."
"You, you bastard...! If only my body condition had been perfect...!"
"Then you should have fought in perfect condition. Is that an excuse? How pathetic. I’ll take your name and face, but you and your subordinates don't seem worth keeping."
Belial pointed at Flauros's subordinates, who had been perfectly suppressed by his own, and tapped her cheek with his hand. Flauros opened her mouth wide in fury, but—CLICK! A Naga by Belial’s side struck her head with a water trident, and Flauros slammed her face into the floor. The Naga pinned Flauros's neck between the prongs of the trident.
"I am the victor currently contemplating your disposal. Don't act so cocky."
"......Heh, you still don't know anything."
Flauros spat blood-stained saliva onto the floor and rolled her eyes wildly.
"Do you think it ends with me? Heh, do you know who’s behind me to be acting so cocky?"
"Whoever is behind you, you’ve still been defeated by me. For instance, suppose I take Flauros's name and go to your backer. Would they re-employ you, who has been defeated once, or would they re-employ me, who defeated you?"
"What...? Y-you...!"
"Heh, you stupid fool. I have eyes, too."
Belial tapped the air. Flauros realized at once that he was manipulating the System.
"? You seem to be a dungeon owner belonging to that legion.... Heh, that’s fortunate. I was just looking for a legion to join."
"You, what on earth...?"
Belial lowered his head and whispered very quietly to Flauros.
"Join the legion, and snatch the seal. It’s a simple principle."
"......You bastard! Aren't you ashamed as a demon?"
"Keuh, heh-heh-heh."
Belial locked eyes with Flauros. He wiped his face with his hand, and Flauros’s heart sank at the face he revealed. Belial was showing the face of a human woman, quite different from that of a demon.
"I'm sorry, but I’m not from the demon race, you see."
"You, you on earth—"
"Well, such beings exist, too. Heh."
Belial wiped his face with his hand again. Now back to the face of a handsome young man, he shrugged his shoulders and stood up.
"Then, shall we go greet the legion with you as a hostage?"
[There is no need for that.]
At the beautiful woman's voice, Belial’s heart sank. The refined, beautiful voice was clearly a human voice, distinct from the sharp, raspy voice of the Naga tribe, who could be called his daughters.
"...Who are you?"
Belial hurriedly changed his voice first.
[Would you like to explain yourself first? Otherwise.]
THUD-THUD! Dozens of tentacle bundles revealed themselves from the ceiling. Belial wanted to scream inwardly at the shape of the tentacle tips, which looked like phalluses.
[Because everyone, man or woman, will be pierced by these tentacles without exception.]
"......The situation is truly fucked up."
Belial muttered shortly to himself.
"I am Belial, 68th of Solomon’s 72 dungeons."
[Did you finally feel the difference in power? You’re quite polite compared to the words you were using on the dog guarding the front yard.]
"...Indeed."
Belial quickly grasped the woman's words and read the situation.
"Did you use Flauros merely as a buffer to prevent insubordination?"
[...Your head is quite sharp. He will like that.]
At the woman's words, Belial rejoiced inwardly. As expected, the demon world is survival of the fittest. It was no exaggeration to say that Belial’s forces, having immediately defeated Flauros, had received a 'passing grade'.
[If you were to become the new Flauros, would you like to become a member of our legion? Even if it means sacrificing all your forces?]
"If I can join the legion."
Belial knelt. All his forces knelt, and the two Nagas, who had no knees, bowed their heads. It was a sign of submission.
[Good. It is right to dispose of beings that have become completely useless. ...But snatching the seal. This is a part I cannot overlook.]
"I will tell you."
[Let’s hear it.]
Belial licked his drying lips with his tongue and lifted his head.
"If one is the master of the legion, the master of the seal, it is something that only a being qualified to do so should possess, and thus it has value. If they are a master I can truly serve and follow, I will swear my loyalty to them. But if they are someone who doesn't even have that qualification..."
[You would snatch the seal?]
"Of course."
[You are confident. ...Good. Try to survive until he returns. If you can take this attack.]
"......Phew."
Belial stood up. Something sparkling caught his eye on the other side of the passage. The tentacles on the ceiling were looking down as if to monitor every move he and his subordinates made.
'I don't like the tentacle shape, but it’s not too bad.' He liked that it made people reluctant to touch them by causing disgust and discomfort. Belial opened a thick book and gave orders to his subordinates.
"All troops, prove our value—"
"Hee-hee-hee!!"
From the other side, a unicorn came running, with a woman in a priestess's outfit wedged onto its horn. The unicorn, which had tied the woman like a headband with a black cloth, raced through the passage with the woman looking like a horn on its head.
"Hee-hee, hee-hee-hee!!"
"Ah, ahhh! A-a little slower, heeee-eee-eee!!"
The woman was letting out cries every time the unicorn made a clattering sound.
"......All troops, defend."
Belial slightly lost his will to fight at the appearance of the unicorn with a virgin impaled on its forehead.
"Fuck, they really fight like shit."
"Hee-hee-hee!!"