Chapter 130
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 130
Chapter Title: 29. Northern Region. (5)
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Count Svedenver, who ruled the mid-sized city of Varnamo, was sleeping soundly in his cozy bedroom when a faint knock jolted him awake.
Though advanced in years, true to his heritage as a valiant Northerner, he still boasted a hulking, muscular build as he quietly propped himself up.
"Who is it!"
- "My lord... Forgive my impertinence, but a visitor claims there is a most urgent matter."
No matter the excuse, showing up at the count's castle in the dead of night was a grave discourtesy... unless the situation was truly that dire.
"Who is it?"
- "The Allen Mercenary Corps and the Ingmar Mercenary Corps."
Mercenary corps?
The count couldn't immediately recall why those two groups would come calling. A flicker of suspicion crossed his mind—perhaps they harbored ill intentions.
Of course, the count's own guards and mercenaries were on hand, so sending them first to investigate seemed prudent.
The count dispatched men to learn the reason for their visit... and after a long wait, the response came back.
- "Allen Mercenary Leader Allen insists he must speak with you in person, my lord."
"Then have him come alone."
- "Understood."
And so, Allen Mercenary Leader Allen appeared before the count, surrounded by the count's mercenaries.
Count Svedenver first made his displeasure clear. He warned that if this was a frivolous matter, he would not let it slide.
Yet the man before him spoke his purpose in a steady, unwavering tone, without a hint of faltering.
"There is a demon beast in the inner castle right now."
"...A demon beast?!"
Murmurs rippled through the room. But the count shook his head in disbelief.
"If there was a demon beast, there would have been chaos by now. Do not try to deceive me with nonsense!"
The once-mighty warrior who had commanded the region roared fiercely. But Allen Mercenary Leader stood unmoved, calmly continuing.
"It's no ordinary demon beast. It's a minion of a dream demon."
"...What?"
"A creature that drains men's vital essence. Even now, it's performing its foul deed somewhere."
The gray-haired count stared intensely at Allen in silence before finally speaking.
"Can you take responsibility for those words?"
"I will."
"Very well. Then find it. Prove this demon beast exists!"
Thus, unusually for the hour, the inner castle gates creaked open. The Allen Mercenary Corps and Ingmar Mercenary Corps marched in formation.
The count's mercenaries and guards joined them, along with the count himself. Though past his prime into old age, he still possessed stats rivaling top mercenaries.
The Blind Saintess tracked the black thread relentlessly, followed by dozens trailing behind.
...After a long trek, they arrived at their destination.
"A demon beast here? ...Are you sure you didn't mistake it?"
"My men do not make mistakes. This is the place."
They had reached the mansion of the count's youngest son. It looked utterly unremarkable—no place for a demon beast. Yet Allen declared it confidently.
In truth, the count had lately noticed his son looking gaunt. He'd wondered if poor nutrition was the cause and urged him to eat hearty meals, never skipping. Could this be the reason?
"...Fine. See it through to the end."
Oddly, the door guard was nowhere in sight. Even as the count's group entered the mansion, no one emerged as they should have.
Only then did the count sense something amiss and quietly sided with Allen's actions.
"Odd-Eye, what do you see?"
"It's here... The demonic energy is immense. Countless threads are converging on this spot."
Allen raised his hand slightly, and both mercenary corps readied for battle.
Even the oblivious count began to feel a prickling on his skin—an unnatural aura. Those with high mana sensitivity must have sensed it the moment they entered.
They advanced slowly to the deepest part of the mansion. Illuminated by Elena's glowing mana orbs, it appeared perfectly normal on the surface... merely eerily silent, like an abandoned house.
At last, they reached an ornate door. Before opening it, they exchanged final glances.
"Stay sharp."
Allen gave a curt warning and signaled to open the door... which swung wide on both sides in an arch.
No bedroom lay beyond—just a rippling gray void. An impossibility to any Northerner.
"What in the...!"
Even the valiant count couldn't hide his shock at the bizarre sight. To think such a thing lurked in his youngest son's mansion.
But Allen had no time for explanations. The moment the door opened, battle with the demon beast had begun.
"Move in."
The Allen Mercenary Corps entered first, followed by the Ingmar Mercenary Corps. The count's mercenaries stood guard outside.
The gray space felt dreamlike, ethereal—like wandering in a dream... different from the spirit realm he'd once entered.
Allen ordered his corps into formation and quickened their pace. They advanced warily toward an unseen goal.
...Then, from all sides, a horde surged toward them.
Monsters? No—men. Naked, erections rigid, charging in droves.
All ages and types mingled, summoned victims exploited in their dreams by the demon beast.
As expected, no status windows appeared. Meaning they weren't truly human.
"Push through!"
Mere dream constructs—killing them wasn't true death. Allen shouted not to hold back.
But infused with the demon beast's mana, they surpassed ordinary humans, wielding at least twice or thrice their normal strength.
The two corps battered the charging foes indiscriminately, pressing forward. The problem: their numbers never dwindled. A dream's nature, no doubt.
Yet for the Allen Mercenary Corps, who had endured worse hells, this was manageable. They maintained perfect formation, advancing relentlessly. Even the famed Northern Ingmar Mercenary Corps struggled to match their pace.
After a grueling advance, something finally came into view.
Aaah—.
A massive lump. Its human-skin-like exterior bristled with dozens, hundreds of pussies of every shape, crammed together. Men with raging erections thrust into the dripping, luscious slits, pistoning madly... not just humans, but beasts and monsters too.
Not copulation—raw semen extraction, milked like cows.
The true form of the dream demon and its minion. The beautiful woman was mere illusion.
Despite the horror, the male mercenaries witnessing it all grew hard. An overwhelming sexual urge hammered their minds.
Allen bit his tongue to snap out of it, then bellowed at his men.
"Snap out of it! One slip, and you're its prey—!"
As they closed in, more males—human, beast, monster—piled on.
Desperate males defending their queen from threat.
The corps fought off the onslaught. Allen unwittingly grabbed the busty red mage's ample breast beside him and yelled.
"Elena, magic!"
"Eek... Y-yes...!"
Elena, offering her chest to the leader, chanted a powerful elemental spell. It whooshed toward the demon beast and detonated.
———!!!!!!
A massive explosion, followed by a gush of foul semen. They endured the stench.
The struck demon beast retaliated, sending more males at the Allen corps—kill the mage!
The strongest refused to die, charging endlessly. Some ejaculated mid-strike. Utter depravity.
Another spell completed. Elena hurled it at the beast. Males leaped to block, but damage landed.
————!!!!!!
Its exterior tore further, vomiting stored semen.
Then, the Blind Saintess struck like lightning, unleashing a devastating punch.
Baaaang———.
Flesh burst, shockwave rippling through. Semen backflowed from spell-made holes.
The background melted away... the dream collapsing.
Invincible males dissolved into smoke.
The dream faded, revealing the count's son's bedroom.
In the center lay the pussy mass from the dream, shrunken but grotesque.
Mansion folk thrust into it, grunting and bucking. The count's pallid son among them... nightly tribute to the monster.
Corps members rushed to pull them free, but cocks were lodged tight.
Aaaagh—.
Men screamed in agony as penises snapped off. The demon beast exploded.
Horrid semen sprayed everywhere, chaos erupting.
In the turmoil, the Blind Saintess seized the fleeing core—a sea slug mimicking a vagina, writhing in her grip.
- Kieeeek——.
Allen presented it to the count and vice-leader. The culprit.
"Destroy that abomination at once!"
At the count's shout, Allen nodded to the saintess. She slammed it down and crushed it underfoot.
The demon beast was gone.
But the count's son and many men lost their manhood.
...The price for the dream demon's exquisite pleasure: everything that made them men.