Chapter 691
Chapter 691
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 691
Chapter Title: Vanguard? Alien Invasion
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〈 Chapter 691 〉
691. Vanguard? Alien Invasion
"Haa... haa..."
Dorothy lay sprawled face-up on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. After five straight hours of relentless sex, she had completely submitted to me. She'd passed out and come to five times in the process.
I hadn't gone easy on her at all. I'd been pent up, and more than that, I needed her total surrender.
"I won the bet."
"...I know. I lost..."
Dorothy's response came a beat late, her voice feeble. Her neck was covered in kiss marks, her heavy, slightly sagging breasts bore my teeth marks, and her pussy and thighs were drenched in cum.
"You're my slave now."
"...Yes. Master."
I grabbed her face. Dorothy closed her eyes with a blissful expression.
'Cloud should be back by now... Did something happen while tracking that Dark Maker bastard?'
The lack of word was starting to worry me.
???
Two hours later, Cloud showed up.
One look at her pissed-off face told me things had gone south.
"...Cloud. You don't look good. What happened?"
"I lost Dark Maker."
"Don't tell me that bastard fled to Earth?"
"No. This pitch-black thing showed up, got in my way, and took him off."
Cloud explained the situation. She'd chased Dark Maker all the way to the red cliffs at the western edge. The guy was too battered to eat properly, so he couldn't even fight her—just run. Right when she was about to pin him down, a black ghost-like thing dropped from the sky and interfered.
"Night Mare."
Dorothy, who'd been listening, named the black thing. Cloud and I had suspected as much, so we nodded.
Night Mares. The most dangerous creatures in the Underworld. The ones dominating its skies made even Lord Saber tremble.
"They don't usually meddle in stuff like this. Probably one acting on its own."
"You... You know how to track Dark Maker?"
"Hmm. I planted a little device on that man. If he's in the Underworld, I can find him anywhere."
Dorothy smirked. Cloud frowned. She clearly hated having to rely on Dorothy.
"Dorothy. Please. Help us out."
I whispered in her ear while gripping her shoulder. She flinched, blushed, shuddered, then nodded.
"Can't say no to Master's request."
"What? Master?!"
Cloud yelled like she'd been shocked, glaring back and forth between Dorothy and me.
"S! What the hell?! Explain!"
"Nothing much. While you were gone, we had a third bet. I won."
"That doesn't explain why this ajumma's calling you Master!"
"We swapped the prize and penalty. Loser becomes the winner's slave."
"......"
Cloud eyed me suspiciously, then cut straight to it.
"...You two fucked, didn't you?"
Cloud's instincts were sharp as ever. I just smiled silently. Dorothy crossed her arms to emphasize her huge tits and gave a sultry laugh.
"While I was out there busting my ass chasing Dark Maker...!"
"Calm down, Cloud. Either way, now we get Dorothy's help. Mission accomplished. Nothing bad about that."
"...You. Married man. Why the hell do you fuck around so much?"
"Married man?"
Dorothy's eyes went wide as she stared at me. She'd just now learned I was married.
I wordlessly hugged her from behind, grabbing her tits with both hands. My fingers sank into the soft flesh.
"Ahng..."
"Hey! This isn't the time!"
Cloud lunged at me. Things devolved into chaos for a bit before settling down.
???
We were about to set out tracking Dark Maker, but we didn't need to move. Because Dark Maker came straight to us.
It made sense, really. The hatred he harbored for us—for me specifically—was no joke.
"I'll rip you all to shreds! Kraaaah!"
Dark Maker, hovering in the sky, bellowed. He looked and sounded nothing like the man I knew. His twisted face was far from human now, and his voice was raspy and distorted, like some voice modulator.
"He contracted with a Night Mare. That's not human anymore. Just a Night Mare's plaything."
"...Ajumma. Any way to turn him back?"
"Blondie. You know it's too late. Half his soul's already eaten by the Night Mare. Those screams of agony prove it. No fixing that."
"......"
Cloud steeled herself and rose into the sky.
Killing Dark Maker here would be great for me. Problem was, he'd gotten way stronger.
"Your soul will suffer even in death."
Dark Maker thrust his palm at me. Black smoke-like tendrils shot my way.
"Eugene! Get back!"
Dorothy stepped in front, swinging her wooden staff. Magic flared, forcing the black smoke straight down into the ground. Wherever it touched turned to gray ash.
"That's nightmare essence. Dodge it no matter what. Beyond your body turning to ash, it'll steal your soul for the Night Mare."
"Just touching it does that? Terrifying. Cloud's in danger too, then..."
"She'll manage. She's not human, so she can take it. You stay behind me."
It stung my pride, but I was the weakest here. I gripped my sword hilt tight, thinking.
'When the chance comes, rush in and kill the bastard.'
The Dark Maker I'd beaten before still saw me as weak. He ignored me completely, tangling with Cloud in the air.
'The opening will come.'
Cloud was on the defensive. Not overwhelmingly so—Dorothy the witch was backing her up. But over time, Dark Maker would win. We needed a wildcard.
'Dorothy's spells keep getting blocked... Because of the Night Mare he contracted with?'
I was the only wildcard here. I crept forward slowly.
"Dark Maker! Never thought you'd get this ugly... I'll put you out of your misery before it gets worse!"
"Kraaaah! Don't make me laugh! You made me like this! Even if my soul shreds apart, I'll kill you all! Especially you!!"
Dark Maker, charging at Cloud, suddenly veered toward me. Maybe because I'd cut his dick off, but his intent to kill me burned fierce.
"S!! Dodge!!"
I activated Moment. Sidestepped his grasp and swung my sword. The blade Lord Saber gave me sliced Dark Maker's side.
"Kraaaah!"
Darkness erupted from his body, blinding me. Danger. Then a white light chased it away.
"I told you to stay behind me!"
Dorothy's angry voice rang out. I glanced back—she was waving her staff, casting. My body felt light as I was pushed back. A falling cloud from the sky struck Dark Maker.
"Kraaaah!"
That damn scream again.
'Moment.'
Shadow Heaven Style: Thunder Light.
Bzzzzt.
The lightning-charged blade carved into Dark Maker. He shrieked horrifically and shot up into the sky.
"Tch."
I clicked my tongue. No mana meant half the power at best. With mana, he'd be dead.
"Night Mare! Take my remaining soul too! Give me the power to kill these bastards!"
Dark Maker transformed. He'd barely looked human before; now his lower body melted away, horns sprouted from his head, and black smoke wreathed him. Utterly inhuman.
"Blondie! Don't just stand there! Now's your chance! Attack!"
Dorothy yelled. Cloud gritted her teeth and flew at him, blue lightning crackling around her.
But her attack did nothing. It passed right through like he was immune to physical hits. He didn't budge.
"...Too late. Fall back, blondie! That's not human—it's a Night Mare now!"
"Not human...? What?!"
"Can't you see? Night Mare took everything! Body and soul!"
"How... Aaaah!"
Cloud took a hit from Dark Maker—or whatever he was—and flew off. Looked like she could still move, at least.
The Night Mare writhed in the sky. The sudden change seemed unstable. I dashed to Dorothy during the gap.
"Dorothy! Any way to kill it?!"
"Not enough time or materials for anti-Night Mare magic. Other than that..."
Her eyes went to the sword in my hand. Ausvider. The blade that cuts the uncuttable.
"That could kill a Night Mare."
"Perfect. I'll do it."
"Too dangerous. One touch and you're dead."
"Then don't let it touch me. Help out. That's our only shot."
"We could run. My magic..."
"You really think we can escape that thing?"
"......"
Dorothy couldn't answer confidently. Night Mares were apex predators in the Underworld. Even she couldn't take them lightly.
"Dorothy. I'll kill it. Back me up with magic."
"...Haa. Fine."
Dorothy cast. My legs floated up. When I thought sideways, my body slid that way.
"Gotta fly to fight a Night Mare."
Agreed. The bastard stayed airborne.
"Never flown before. Feels weird."
"I'll handle the flying. You focus on attacking."
The Night Mare—formerly hovering still—stirred. No, not Dark Maker anymore. The Night Mare that ate him.
"Not a bad appetizer."
It eyed me.
I gripped my sword tight.
Cloud, wreathed in clouds, approached from afar.
"Main course is here."
But the Night Mare went for Dorothy, not us. It knew she was the real threat, unlike Dark Maker.
Dorothy calmly teleported away. Not far, but enough to dodge.
"Dark Maker!!"
Cloud's shoulder charge hit the Night Mare. Not useless—her clouds did some damage.
'Now.'
I circled behind and thrust. The Night Mare calmly turned its head to me.
"You insolent..."
Death's hand reached out. My body yanked back on its own. Dorothy's magic. It didn't give up—its arm stretched long.
"Not today!"
Cloud's kick snapped its arm midway.
"I wasn't sure at first, but now I see. You're not Dark Maker, are you? What happened to him?!"
"He no longer exists in this world. Soon, you won't either."
The Night Mare slithered like a snake, then grabbed Cloud's throat from behind with both hands.
"Kgh... grrrk."
Cloud flailed, kicking at it. Her feet passed right through. No damage.