Romeo and Juliet -6- Flames of Annihilation
-Roarrr!!
-Swoooosh!!
It looked just like the apocalypse. That was Tybalt's gut reaction to the current situation.
"B-Buhiit!?"
-Roarrr!!
"Buhiit!!"
-Fwoooosh!!
-KABOOOMMMM!!!
Hundreds—no, maybe thousands—of fireballs the size of people rained down from the sky like a meteor shower.
-Roarrr!!
And those fireballs, as if guided by a will of their own, swam through the air and struck only the orcs.
-Roarrr!!
"Kyeeee!!"
"Buhiit!?"
The orcs burning to death under the fiery baptism from the heavens looked just like sinners facing divine judgment.
"My God..."
Tybalt couldn't help but mutter in awe at the sight.
I've seen that before... on the northern front.
It was a spell from the major Flame Magic School—one of the largest factions. The guild master of the Flame Mages' Guild, at the pinnacle of that school, had poured everything into casting it.
Platinum Grade Magic: Fire Rain
The spell called Fire Rain, said to be the limit of what humans could achieve. And now, the bold man he'd hired had just cast it.
"Burns nice."
Shockingly, the one who'd unleashed a grand spell that even the pinnacle of a magic school had to go all-out for said it like it was nothing.
Who the hell is this guy...?
That fearless build, that nonchalant attitude even after dropping a grand spell—what was this man?
But Tybalt didn't voice his questions or pry further. The man was his benefactor, the one who'd informed him of his sister's death. As an upright soul, Tybalt had no intention of digging into his background.
He just guessed, Maybe a hidden master...
They say villains and heroes wander the sites of their final battles? It had seemed like a casual tale before, but now it felt like the quirky hobby of some eccentric recluse with too much time.
If someone like him had been on the front lines against the monsters, how many more lives...
He stopped thinking there. After all, the man was his benefactor.
"Haha..."
So he just let out a hollow laugh.
He'd planned to retreat, regroup, and come back. But...
"Kyeeee!!"
-Fwoosh!!
"Buhiit!?"
-Roarrr!!
Seeing the hundreds of orcs writhing in agony as they burned to death, he realized there was no need.
"Impressive... Reminds me of His Majesty's magic."
"Hahaha!! What a fiery guy!! You won't see flames like this even in the capital, Volcanus!!"
His comrades from the battlefield—Elariion and Borin, close enough to volunteer for this trip home—praised him in their own ways.
"So?"
At that moment, the man—Seokgil—turned to Tybalt.
-Roarrr!!
The spell that had seemed ready to incinerate every orc was already over.
"What now? Looks like the orcs are mostly dealt with."
"Y-Yes. Then let's advance, mop up the rest, and rescue the prisoners. Thank you, sir."
Tybalt expressed his gratitude, but Seokgil waved it off.
"No need for thanks. Just make sure the reward's worth it."
Nothing left to worry about now. Just charge the dying enemies and finish them off.
"Of course!! Then, my friends!! Charge!!"
-Shing!!
Clang!!
Tybalt drew his sword and dashed forward.
"These foul spawn of evil won't see tomorrow's sun. Lahvei Ibui Ruach."
"Lahvei Ibui Ruach"
⟨ Spirit Flame Blades ⟩
Elariion followed, nocking an arrow, drawing the bowstring, and summoning a spirit to aid him.
"Ptoo!! Alright, let's do this!! Axe incoming!!"
Borin spat on his hands to reduce friction, eager for the axework ahead, and followed Tybalt.
As they all charged the enemy lines, Seokgil said to empty air,
"Go."
With that single word—
-Rustle...
Shadows split from his own shadow like fractals, scattering in all directions.
"Buhiit...!! Buhiit!! Damn it!!"
While the orc village hosted its impromptu barbecue festival, one orc lord—one of the Archfiends under the Orc King's command—abandoned his post and fled into human territory.
Buhiit!! Damn!! Damn!! Damn!!
The moment he sensed abnormal mana from the sky, he'd bolted from the village. Luckily, he'd been on the outskirts for an expedition, escaping just before the spell activated.
Even 0.1 seconds later, and he'd have been roasted.
This wasn't in the briefing!!
His orders from the Orc King were to hit the weakened rear, build forces slowly. No major threats expected with troops pulled forward—and so far, that held. But he'd never heard of anyone nearby who could cast frontline-scale grand magic.
Terror at this sudden powerhouse dominated the orc lord's mind.
"Buhiit!! Buhiit!!"
Regardless, he felt relief at surviving.
But—
-Chill!!
"Buhiit!?"
A sudden icy gaze—
-and whoooosh...
"Bu-Buhiit!? What—!?"
A sinister, flickering black something appeared on his left chest, over his heart. Then—
-Roarrr!!
"Buhiit..."
The black speck erupted into black flames, precisely incinerating his heart.
"I-Impossible..."
-Thud!!
With those words, the orc lord collapsed, heart burned away.
And from the shadows under his corpse...
-Crunch...
-Slither...
A long, shadowy hand and arm emerged, dragging the body away. Toward someone.
Expecting a decently strong orc corpse from my Shadow Walker lurking in the shadows, I was pleased with my Ignition Magic Eye's performance.
Even sharing an undead's vision lets me use the Magic Eye.
Hadn't needed it on weaklings till now, but judging by level 100 standards, Fire Rain (not even a basic attack) plus the aiming spell Targeting made short work of the orcs.
Targeting was low-grade, so imprecise aiming gave me doubts, but it worked fine in practice.
"Aw, what? All dead—no heads left to split."
"That's a good thing, friend."
"Is it?"
As the elf and dwarf chatted, there'd been zero real resistance.
"Perfect. Now just rescue the prisoners."
With that, we headed to what looked like the orcs' breeding tents.
"Bu-Buhiit!!!"
"S-Save me..."
The breeding area had dodged the main spell, so some orcs resisted using humans as shields. But—
-Roarrr!!
"Buhiit!?"
No black flames needed—just the Magic Eye to torch their heads. Problem solved.
Opening one breeding tent:
"Horrible..."
"Disgusting."
A foul, unclean stench hit alongside the gruesome interior.
"Ah... aaah..."
"No..."
It was straight out of some hentai doujin or manga: pregnant women, chains, dead-eyed captives.
Clean
Too filthy, so I cast Clean to purify the place. Stench gone, yellow fluids off the women.
"Thank you, sir..."
"Just too gross. Don't mention it."
Rescuing folks tent by tent, purifying with Clean, one oddity stood out.
"Why are there men here?"
"Hiiik..."
One tent: no women, just crammed men.
Everyone knows orcs lust after females, right?
"Hm... You didn't know? It's obscure, but orcs have females too."
Tybalt dropped the grim truth.
Rare, but female orcs exist. They breed faster than other races' females—great for numbers. Problem: insane libido. Even male orcs can't handle them, dying from exhaustion. So female orcs breed with other species too, and tribes with them stockpile captured males separately.
"Men raped by female orcs... the disgust of mating with such monsters breaks them. They can't endure the lust and die."
"Truly revolting."
But useful...
-Rip!!
"Bu-Buhiit!?"
Last tent:
"My God!! Luminus!!"
"So many female orcs..."
"Damn it all—this could've spawned a rear orc legion if we'd slipped up..."
Over ten female orcs inside.
Magic Bullet
-Bang!! Bangbangbang!!
"Die, you wicked bitches!!"
"May all who slumbered here find peace..."
"Ugh, uglier than rotten potatoes."
My spell fired as Tybalt and crew grimaced in disgust, weapons swinging.
Undead mind dulled it for me, but they're alive—reaction expected. If I were human, I'd probably rage-fist blindly too.
While they finished the females—
-Slither...
A few corpses slipped into my corpse vault unseen.
Wait it out, Seigen. Your wives incoming.
Planning perfect revenge, Tybalt spotted something.
"That..."
Under the grotesquely fat female orcs: a young man, body still clean—probably next up for violation.
"Hiiik..."
Hm? That guy?
I recognized his face too.
"Hiiik... No... Spare me... No more..."
Eyes unfocused in terror, babbling nonstop.
"You bastard..."
Tybalt's eyes burned with undisguised hatred, rage.
Of course. The guy was
"Romeo Montague..."
"Hiiik... Hiiik... No..."
The cause of his sister's death.
"Hiiik!!"
"How dare you!!"
-Slither!!
-BAM!!
Tybalt grabbed Romeo's collar, hurling him against the tent wall.
"Because of you!! Because of you!! My sweet Juliet!!"
A savage roar from the upright, gentle Tybalt—unbelievable.
At "Juliet"—
-Snap.
Romeo's mad-shaking eyes froze.
"Ju... Juliet...?"
Still unfocused.
"Juliet!! Juliet!! I have to find her!! Juliet!! Aaaah!! Have to find her!!"
Romeo babbled like a lunatic, repeating her name.
Furious Tybalt roared again.
"Find her? You got Juliet killed!! We searched every filthy corner hoping... but she's gone!! Probably died suffering unspeakable horrors from the orcs!!"
"No!! Juliet's alive!! Aaah!! Juliet!! Coming to find you!!"
-Pat pat.
Romeo fled the tent like a rabbit.
-Shing.
Elf drew to shoot, but
"Stand down..."
Tybalt stopped him.
"You sure?"
"Yes. You saw—he's broken. Anything more's just venting... In that state, he won't last long."
-Sigh.
-Slap!!
Tybalt sighed, slapping himself to refocus. Rage faded; cold reason returned.
"More importantly, the abducted villagers come first... The living, yes..."
He trailed off, exiting the tent.
Hm... Truly tragic.
A heartbreaking tale.
Job done—time for reward and to fuck Masa raw.
Maid heartfelt training, virgin destruction, creampie breeding. Grabbing extra female orc corpses, I followed.
Meanwhile, back at the wagons:
"Buhiit!!"
"Buhi!!"
Seokgil and Tybalt's group returning found wagons and horses surrounded by an orc band from the expedition.
"Hihi!?"
"Hiiing!!"
"Hihihiing!!!?"
Tybalt's horses bolted at the sight—frontline vets, trained to flee and find masters in such spots.
But some didn't flee:
"Hihi."
"Mmph..."
"Mmph mph."
"Moo mph."
Seokgil's coachman and horses.
"Buhiit?"
"Buhiit!!"
Orcs sensed something off at their stillness, but illusion made them look like normal horses and a middle-aged driver. No suspicion—they advanced, drooling for horse and human meat, weapons ready.
"Hihihi."
A mocking laugh—
-Whipcrack!!
-Pop!!
Coachman lashed the air—
-Clank clank.
Harness locks released en masse.
Not just that—
-Clank.
Leg restraints unlocked; horses' arms/hands freed.
"..."
"..."
"...."
Fully unbound, the horses—leaking fluids in ecstasy at serving Master—now stared coldly, mechanically at the orcs.
"Bu-Buhiit!?"
"Buhiit?"
Orcs instinctively knew something was wrong—
-Crunch!!
"????"
An orc head flew. Even airborne, it wore a puzzled look, unaware of death.
-KABOOOMMMM!!!
-Whoooosh!!
Sound and wind lagged behind impossible speed—
-Thud!!
At the headless orc's collapse: a horse(?) in perfect high roundhouse stance, leg extended flexibly.
