Happy Furry Theme Park (5)
Phalluses whirled around Medeia, intercepting the Penislimes that closed in on her.
But the sheer volume of Penislimes was gradually punching holes through her barrage.
"Hehe, impressive — but still not enough. Did you really think tens of thousands of low-grade horrors could break through me?"
That's far from certain.
The slimes were chewing through Medeia's fire net, and with their regenerative ability, I held an overwhelming advantage. Keep pressing like this and victory was mine.
"It's been a while… shall I loosen up a bit?"
She stretched out a hand. Ripples stirred in the pool of blood directly beneath her, and a blood-red blade began to materialize with a soft hiss.
"I'm a swordswoman, you know. I just haven't drawn my blade lately — there hasn't been anyone strong enough to warrant it."
Hmph. Holding a sword doesn't change a thing.
"Hehe, don't worry. I'll show you something fun."
She closed her eyes and focused. The blade's edge grew redder and hotter, steam billowing from it. Then, a few seconds later, Medeia's eyes snapped open as she swung the sword in a powerful horizontal arc.
Sword energy erupted from the blade, cleaving through the slimes before her and splitting the observation car behind them clean in two.
—Piiiyuuu!!
The sound of air being torn apart followed belatedly, and a gale of sword wind sent the slimes flying far into the distance. A single stroke annihilated thousands of them.
Of course, those still holding yin energy regenerated or split apart — but the ones with barely any left died instantly.
"Whew! Well? Amazing, right?"
Remarkable. Are all S-rank horrors this strong?
"Ahaha! A Calamity-class horror saying that? Well, I am rather exceptional when it comes to raw combat power."
The slimes blown back by the sword wind charged at her again with renewed speed. Thousands had been struck, but the number actually destroyed was a mere few hundred.
"Hmm? That felt pretty good… but there are still so many left?"
They're weak in combat, but their vitality is extraordinary. I'd prefer you didn't underestimate them.
"I wasn't underestimating them. That's why I drew my sword."
As she began swinging her blade in earnest, the tide of battle shifted. Where before she had been on defense and I on offense, now my slimes were being mercilessly cut down by her attacks.
"Just wait a little. I'll be right over there."
Don't worry. That won't be happening.
I said that, but Medeia was steadily closing the distance. No matter how many slimes blocked her path, a single stroke of her sword swept them all away. And the bombardments were still active, so the slime attrition was severe.
"Surely this isn't all you've got? You've still got power left to make my heart race, right?"
Medeia's eyes gleamed — the eyes of someone firmly convinced I had more to offer.
Haa. I resented the Management Bureau. Why did they have to designate me as a Calamity-class horror and create this whole mess?
I'm just an ordinary tentacle monster. I don't have any of those dopamine-exploding, badass abilities she's expecting. So I had to use the abilities I currently possessed to defeat her.
"Hmm? Only a few hundred slimes left around me now? The appetizer was plenty fun. Care to show me your real strength?"
Glad you enjoyed it.
My newly purchased skill, Swarm Relocation. This skill summons all of my subordinate units. But the only subordinates she'd faced were Penislimes. So where had the Cognitive Impairment Jellyfish and the Anemones gone?
"Haaaah… that was the last one. I really can't wait any longer. Hurry up and entertain me!"
Medeia had been killing the slimes one by one like savoring each dish at a fine dining restaurant. When the final unit finally vanished, she turned her head toward me.
Don't worry. Can't you hear that sound?
"Hm? Sound?"
At that moment, far in the distance, dust clouds rose as the thunder of thousands of footsteps began to approach.
Did you really think the ones you just killed were all of them?
"Meaning…?"
What you faced was only a tiny fraction.
Gradually, the source of those footsteps revealed itself.
Rabbits, lions, cats, seagulls, pigeons, sparrows, crocodiles, lizards, turtles, frogs, salamanders, axolotls, sharks, goldfish, octopuses, and more. The residents of this world, sporting the heads of countless animals — beings called furries in human language.
Thousands of furries, each with a jellyfish attached to their heads, were charging toward Medeia like beasts that had spotted prey.
"Haha! Finally, the main course!?"
Not quite.
Behind the thousands of furries, the tens of thousands of Penislimes she had already faced reappeared. I had split the units I'd summoned earlier in half and assigned the rest to separate tasks. Above the slimes surging forward like a tidal wave, thousands of sea anemones were visible.
The task I'd given them was to use the residents of this world as material to breed Anemones. They had executed the mission splendidly and were bringing the results here.
And behind the thousands of Anemones, furries being violated in real time could be seen. From their vaginas, jellyfish and slimes were being birthed one after another with wet, rhythmic sounds. Being residents of a horror, the yin energy they produced was exceptional, and the rate at which subordinate units were birthed was several times that of human women.
Every course is ready. Have a taste.
"Hehehehe… gladly!"
Medeia charged forward alongside thousands of phalluses. The slimes had a property of vanishing on contact with the phalluses, so until now there had been no way to deal with them.
But the residents of this world were different.
—Kyaooo!
—Jjirreureureu!
Letting out bestial cries, thousands of furries rushed at the phalluses. Holes were punched through their bodies by the bombardment, but the jellyfish twisted their perception so they believed themselves unharmed. Blood poured freely and entrails spilled out in ropes, yet the residents still reached the phalluses and bit into them.
"You little—!"
Not so fast.
Medeia, witnessing the scene, tried to attack the residents — but the bombardment wasn't hers alone.
—Ziiing!
—Piyung!
Light bloomed from the tentacles of thousands of Anemones built from the residents of this world. Because they were based on a horror, the laser intensity was several times stronger than those with human hosts.
"Tsk!"
It was an attack she'd never seen before, but the lasers looked dangerous at a glance. Medeia swung her sword this way and that, deflecting the bombardment. But even as she did, the phalluses were being destroyed by the residents, and the Penislimes ferrying the Anemones crept steadily closer.
"As expected of a Calamity-class horror…! You never disappoint!"
Frankly, from my perspective, she looked more like the monster. She was blocking thousands of bombardments with just two arms, after all. And in between, she was launching sword strikes at the residents to slow the rate of phallus consumption.
Then all the phalluses soared high into the sky. Apparently she'd judged that further destruction of them would be too dangerous. From the air, the phalluses continued their bombardment. But the residents weren't limited to land creatures.
—Kaaak!
—Kiruk kiruk!
Winged avian furries beat their wings and soared upward with force. But even with reduced numbers, there were still plenty of phalluses. Holes punched through the avian furries' bodies as they plummeted.
Medeia was surveying the entire battlefield while standing atop the floating phalluses, and she seemed to conclude that at this rate, her odds of victory were insufficient.
"If I can just deal with those annoying sea anemones…"
You think I'll just let that happen?
"Hehe, then how about a firepower contest?"
Fine by me.
Her bombardment was blood forged from yin energy. Mine was the Anemones' lasers. In the earlier exchange, I'd confirmed that the physically intangible lasers could block her blood — apparently because Medeia's blood wasn't real blood but something created from yin energy.
That meant a contest was possible.
Yin energy began condensing from the thousands of phalluses floating in the air. I likewise ordered the sea anemones to attack at maximum power. They sucked the yin energy from their hosts to the absolute limit.
Ground forces. Go serve as yin energy batteries.
With the phalluses airborne, the residents were now useless — so I sent them to the Anemones to serve as auxiliary yin energy batteries. The Anemones extended a tentacle into each furry's genitals and greedily absorbed their yin energy.
Preparations complete.
"Look forward to it. This is the strongest bombardment I can manage."
Same here.
"Hehe, I'm looking forward to it."
At Medeia's gesture, some of the phalluses melted away. Was she using the phalluses themselves as part of the bombardment? Enormous yin energy erupted from her — several times the amount from the womb that had once proliferated enough slimes to swallow a city.
But I was no pushover either. Every Anemone's cannon barrel locked onto Medeia.
"Here I go!"
Go!
At the two commanders' orders, the blood bombardment and the light bombardment collided.
—Kyujjiiiiiing!!
An ear-splitting roar reverberated across the entire horror. Blood and light played tug-of-war, each trying to devour the other.
Evenly matched.
So the side that created a variable would win. And I moved the units I'd prepared from the very beginning.
Jellyfish!
Through the residents of the horror, all of my subordinate units had multiplied — not just the slimes, but the Anemones and jellyfish as well. But in this battle, I'd only used the slimes and Anemones. Of course, I'd used the jellyfish to control the residents, but the real main force had been held in reserve.
For this very moment of her carelessness.
Higher than the airspace where Medeia floated — jellyfish spread out like a net began to fall. The jellyfish's cloaking ability was second to none. Of course, an S-rank horror might notice them, but right now she was sweating and fully focused on the firepower contest.
"Huh?"
The moment she noticed the jellyfish, the tightly contested battle flipped. Medeia tore off the jellyfish tentacles trying to invade her ears. Then she swung her sword and annihilated every jellyfish in the sky.
A heavy loss. But by disrupting her concentration, they had fulfilled their role more than adequately.
The blood bombardment wavered. I didn't miss the opening and poured on more firepower.
—Jjiiiiiing!!
The Anemones sucked dry not only the battery residents' yin energy but their hosts' as well, to the absolute limit, and unleashed it. They amplified their firepower to the point their internal bodies collapsed.
Their sacrifice put an end to the battle.
The light bombardment that had been steadily pushing back the blood barrage scored a direct hit on Medeia as she was still cutting down jellyfish.
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Under a clear, cloudless sky, there before me was Medeia — squatting in a frog pose, piss streaming down her legs.