White Reaper's Desperate Strike
"P-please... save me... ***"
Glova exhaled raggedly. More painful than the agony steadily sapping his strength was the fact that he hadn't been able to protect Syr.
The twin sisters were the pride of the knights' order. They were a bit too playful, sure, but with their bright personalities and endless charm, they were adored by all the veterans.
They must have fought desperately. Poured out every ounce of their power. The thorough destruction of the hatchery told him just how fierce the battle had been.
And yet.
Now, that same girl was naked, her pussy stuffed full of unwanted mating, filled to the brim with creampie cum.
"Nng... Oooh♡..."
Legs splayed like a frog, collapsed on her stomach, twitching uncontrollably.
The overwhelming violence of pleasure that had shattered her knightly life had gone far beyond excess, spilling over.
Glova was too late. Everything was too late.
The traces of the Tentacle Monster thrusting into Syr's pussy and pumping her womb full at will. Her shuddering back made Glova's heart twist.
"That bastard..."
His voice trembled.
"She's not someone you get to ruin like that!"
The angrier he got, the more hollow his words echoed. Glova could almost hear the Tentacle Monster's mocking sneer. As if it were saying he could never replace Shiroko.
No way that's true.
Even as he told himself the Tentacle Monster before him couldn't possibly be the one from that day, Glova felt an eerie sense of déjà vu.
This feeling... he'd experienced it somewhere before.
"Vice Captain! We've secured this side!"
The belatedly arriving White Flame Knights recoiled at the sight of Syr's ravaged, pussy-furred state.
"S-Syr...!!"
"Vice Captain, your orders!"
"...They're closing in from both sides."
The White Flame Knights moved. But then, from the maw of the Great Red Lotus ridden by the Tentacle Monster, a bundle of tentacles erupted.
They began binding Syr's body meticulously.
"Nng... Ohooo♡"
"That thing... using defenseless Syr as a hostage?"
They'd cornered it so carefully... but with Syr right up against the Tentacle Monster, they couldn't act rashly.
Syr, driven mad by excessive pleasure, lolled her tongue out, wearing an expression none of them had ever seen, writhing helplessly.
Glova gripped the national treasure, White Reaper, tightly.
The plan's already failed.
Even if they caught the Tentacle Monster here, it was a failure. Countless knights had died in vain, and the women had been forcibly impregnated.
Passing through the purification zone, Glova had learned what happened to the order—and why Jonah died.
If I'd done better... would things be different?
If I'd ended it with one strike back then.
Now, the Tentacle Monster had wrecked too much. Killing it wouldn't make up for the losses.
After all these sacrifices, if we can't kill the monster... the Captain will kill me herself...
Glova laughed inwardly. Dying trampled by that pretty silver-haired knight captain... it had a certain romance to it. Back in the days when he'd drunkenly spout such nonsense at the tavern...
His friends who'd laughed along with him were all gone now. All felled by Tentacle Monster types.
...Sorry, Syr.
There was only one thing left to do. If that monster used her as a hostage...
He wouldn't hesitate. Better death than eternal life as the monster's breeding motherboard.
Glova steeled his resolve.
It hesitated?
The Tentacle Monster's movements were off. Given what it'd done so far, charging with Syr as a shield wouldn't be surprising at all.
Instead, it was carefully, gently moving her backward out of harm's way?
...Fuck this.
What the hell was that? A mere monster protecting his woman like she was precious... shifting Syr to the corner?
Glova felt an unbearable revulsion at the Tentacle Monster's actions. Not just him—every human male present felt an indescribable, extreme disgust.
Males and females should pair within their own species. The very act of a monster like that unilaterally mating with a woman like Syr was revolting enough...
But sending her to safety as if he were guarding her from the knights? It made them feel like the monsters.
"You little shit..."
"What do you take Syr for?"
"Vice Captain, rest. We'll handle it."
The knights' voices dropped low.
Glova groaned, forcing strength into his trembling legs.
"The core... it's the small one. Watch out for it...!"
"We know. Everyone to positions! Strike from all sides!"
The Tentacle Monster moved. The White Flame Knights perfectly read its preliminary actions with their Insight skill.
Glova did too.
But.
The Tentacle Monster's target wasn't human.
Wrapping tentacles around the Red Snail shell on the floor, it spun with the Great Red Lotus...
And swept the entire hatchery in catastrophic destruction.
"What...!!"
The knights panicked. It was an utterly unforeseen attack, and there was no room to dodge.
Backing against the wall to corner the monster had been a mistake.
Using the massive snail shell like a flail...!
The enormous mass swung with monstrous strength pulverized the knights.
Those caught in the snail's grand spin shattered like glasswork, rolling across the floor. Thick blood sprayed up like mist.
Glova, barely dodging the snail's grand spin, wiped cold sweat.
...An attack like this...
It was absurd. Just like the first Tentacle Monster type he'd encountered, it was incredibly threatening.
Ask if he'd fought stronger monsters? Sure, but...
No monster used its offspring's body as a bludgeon to smash intruders.
Because of the reckless large-scale attack? Both the Tentacle Monster and Great Red Lotus were battered.
Forcing the heavy snail shell around had torn the tentacle muscles, blood flowing freely. The spinning Great Red Lotus showed clear exhaustion.
...Now's the chance.
The two battered males had emptied their hands in a final gamble, now facing off with their futures on the line.
Vice Captain Glova, wielding the national treasure White Reaper.
And the Tentacle Monster, who had captured the big-breasted twin sisters.
The two males locked eyes—though one had none—and slowly adjusted the distance.
Neither has the stamina to drag this out.
One hit. That's all it would take.
Glova poured every last bit of strength and energy into his remaining arm. All distractions vanished... and they were sucked into a space of pure, distilled battle intent, stripped of anger, anxiety, and tension.
Even on a battlefield full of schemes, there are moments of startling clarity.
The victor takes what he wants...
Right now!
"Haaah!!"
「Kieeeek!」
Glova thrust the pure white spear. The Tentacle Monster raised the Red Snail shell as a shield.
Doesn't matter! I'll pierce it!!
No matter how the enemy responded. Even if the monster used Syr as a shield!
This attack... this all-or-nothing strike... he just had to land it.
That was all Glova could think!
Shuuuuk!
The storm unleashed by White Reaper devoured everything. That single thrust didn't just shatter the Red Snail shell like glass and disintegrate the Great Red Lotus...
It reached the Tentacle Monster's core.
It hit...!!
Glova didn't care if his arm tore off.
"Grahhh!"
The national treasure [White Reaper] was a dragon-slaying divine weapon known to dismantle everything its tip touched.
The harder the force behind the spear, the greater the damage—disassembling even the toughest materials at a molecular level via the permanent Dragon Dismantler skill. Blocking this spear was near-suicide.
Of course, Glova was exhausted by now, and even White Reaper couldn't instantly dismantle the Red Snail shell... but the Tentacle Monster, ignorant of the weapon's properties, chose the wrong tactic.
A spear thrust from a one-armed Glova. No matter how fierce, block with the shield, endure until his attack faltered, then counter... it should've been an easy kill.
So thought the Tentacle Monster.
A rational judgment. At first, it seemed to hold.
But had it known White Reaper's property—"continuously exerts physical force from the tip to dismantle what it touches"—it would've dodged or used the Great Red Lotus as bait for a war of attrition.
A short time, but the clash of their full power lasted several seconds... a fatal miscalculation by the Tentacle Monster.
Luck had favored it so far, tactics solid... but no one controls every variable.
The thrust pierced the tough shell, stabbing the Great Red Lotus's head and the core in about 0.1 seconds. And here, the unexpected happened too.
"What...?"
A strange tremor from the spear tip. Glova confirmed it visually and couldn't close his mouth.
It's... reconstructing?
Reconstruction. A phenomenon directly countering the Dragon Dismantler skill.
Black smoke billowed from the Tentacle Monster's destroyed center. Even as Glova poured more force, shoving the spear deeper.
Die...! Die! Die!
Glova could only push with all his might against the ominous black energy.
It looked soft like woven cloth or ephemeral like smoke, yet it kept leaking out.
Whenever Dragon Dismantler tried to dismantle the Tentacle Monster's body, reconstruction and restoration happened even faster.
In the process, the infused black energy warped the Great Red Lotus and Tentacle Monster, twisting them from their original forms into creatures of black threads.
What the hell is this...!
Glova's breathing grew ragged. Proof his attack had reached its limit.
But the enemy couldn't counter immediately either. Stalemate again.
...Is it dead?
Backing away, the Tentacle Monster and Great Red Lotus looked utterly destroyed.
But the voids were filled with unknown black material.
The atmosphere feels off.