C50-Legion Squad ♡

「 Redvelia, Last night of Summer… 」

Name: Mimi | Level: 1

In the Northern part of the Empire sat a young town. It was small and humble; harsh winters and the constant threat of monsters made life very hard. It began as a tiny village with no more than fifty people and slowly grew over the winters.

The sole reason for its existence was not commerce, but the recent discovery of a bypass that needed to be watched. A simple hill that allowed travel between North and South of the White Shield, a huge mountain range that extended from east to west.

It needed to be watched because it not only provided access to the vast unexplored lands north of the continent. But it also allowed hordes of monsters to invade the imperial lands.

Any land that was beyond any of the cardinal shields was filled with the unknown. The one north of Redvelia was aptly named The Death Valley. Filled with goblinoids from all tiers hiding in a sea of forests that extended beyond what the eye could see.

Hunters from the surrounding towns came to earn a lot of silver by hunting the monsters every winter. Unfortunately for the young town, a Dudgeon was calling monsters of all kinds towards it, and Redvelia was right in their path, threatening the destruction of the town as they would eventually become too many to defend against.

But perhaps their luck would turn. For that night, the Mother Moon smiled upon her children, sending a Legion of Angels led by a Dragon. To help them; in their time of need.

A night that would be celebrated by generations to come.

The night of Goblinpurge.

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Name: Sir Frederic | Age: 37 | Level: 89

Title: Horen Knight

Frederic's quiet spot over the wall quickly got crowded. First were the musketeers; they took the best spots with the excuse that they were monitoring the field. Then the two high-tier hunters with Mithril tags gave the excuse that they needed to be ready to jump in at any moment in case a hunter failed to evacuate. Finally, the medium tiers with Platinum and Gold tags started to crowd the whole wall.

The musketeers had not taken a single shot even once the whole night. Their role was simple. Be alert in case Legion squad failed to help a party in need. So far, they had not failed to intervene.

That did not mean there were no deaths on the human side. However, those were surprisingly few. At least from what Frederick had seen. And it only happened once when a hobgoblin rushed a party, and two or three times when the Hunters stopped following the plan of action.

Frederic was not familiar with most of the plan. Having lost interest halfway through the only meeting he attended. But he did not need to. It was obvious. All the low ranks—bronze and silver—were behaving the same way through the night. So it was not hard to tell when one became bold and broke formation, with a predictable outcome.

Goblins were the first evolution of a gremlin, but they were deadly, and the defensive line gave some of them a false sense of security. Dying in horrendous ways. Nevertheless, those deaths did not prompt the release of a red signal. Sometimes even their own teams shook their heads in disapproval. Having to return to the wall or move towards other parties because their numbers could no longer support a formation.

'There is no healing someone without a head.' Frederick thought as he glanced to the side where he remembered a hobgoblin taking the head of a hunter in a single swipe of their massive club.

Frederick glanced towards the town side. There was a lot of mana moving around. At some point, the healers came out of the temple and were tending to the hunters in the middle of the muddy roads. He grimaced at the sight. The wounded were not that many compared to the goblinoid carnage. Even so, at least half a dozen had bones sticking out of their arms.

'There are five times more healers than there should be in a town this size…' He thought.

The seraphim was not among them. He glanced to the sides hopping to catch that sweet ass moving around. He was only met with his precious spot on the wall getting even more crowded.

'I can't blame them. That part I remember. Once the number gets too high to handle, Legion squad would step in and clear the ones that remain. The question is… How are they planning on doing that on their own? I guess that is why this little crowd of middle ranks is here to see.'

Given how the raid had reached the last stage, not every long ranger was even bothering to take aim anymore; they could probably get down from the wall and go to sleep. Having said that, there was no way anyone who knew what was about to happen would miss the show about to begin. Therefore, the wall was not going to suddenly become more comfortable.

"Mother moon help us…" A hunter with platinum tags murmured while staring down into the mass of monsters that had accumulated after the shield wall allowed everyone to get inside Redvelia. It was around one hundred and fifty goblins with half a dozen hobgoblins from his count.

The ones with spears had already been dealt with. So all the green freaks could really do was stare from below. The wall was designed for even their jumps to fall short. And the few that tried to jump on each other were quickly dispatched with a barrage of arrows or a kick to the head.

When this happened naturally, the walls were designed to hold for a long time, using embrasures to throw boiling water and arrows to slowly grind down the horde. But no one was moving to prepare those defenses, just lazily throwing back the ones who got smart.

"Where's scaly ass? He said I couldn't join him, but I don't see how he's going to deal with that by himself…" A were-leopard with Mithril tags pointed to the forest.

Unlike the mass of goblins clawing at the walls. There was a group of Orcs staring at them from behind the trees. They had a few hobgoblins at their sides, each one carrying spears.

At this sight, one of the musketeers took aim. It would be a hard shot during the day, and impossible with the moonlight as the only source of light. He would be lucky if he managed to hit one in the chest. And even then, it would not be a kill shot. He needed to either strike the brain or the heart. Anywhere else, and those creatures could keep fighting.

"Do You have a clean—" Tzzzmp! … The roar of thunder interrupted a Mithril male. Making everyone turn towards the western side of the wall.

"I guess… stage five has truly begun now. Hehe…" A musketeer murmured with a smug smile.

Sir. Frederic doubted most could see what was happening from so faraway. If he relaxed his eyes, all he could see was a mass of bluish light dancing around behind the monster line.

However, once he pushed his mana through his revenant eyes, the scary truth was revealed.

The small woman with the cute face and black wings had turned into a flurry of death. She stabbed goblin after goblin in a blurry dance. The twitches she did in the air were even more violent on the ground. Jumping from one goblin to another. It would already be something scary to fight against, but that was not the end of it.

Preceding her wrath, there was a lightning skill paralyzing her prey. Before Sir Frederic could begin to dismantle that skill to know what it was, a second thunder roared on the eastern side of the south wall.

"Seraph…" A gold-rank hunter murmured.

How that man was able to see from so far was a mystery to Frederic. But he understood the reverence.

The Seraphim did not have the violent sideways movements the one on the other side was displaying. Nonetheless, the amount of mana and her control over it was a different type of scary.

Her spear twisted around her with deadly precision. Lightning froze her attackers a moment before her spear severed an important vein. Mana bolts flew from her hands, tripping over enemies that ran towards her, giving her the perfect opening for a simple stabbing motion. Leaving gaping holes where hearts and eyes used to be.

She also used some kind of (Mana Hand) variation. It took hold of monsters, throwing them towards the others to disrupt their charges. If that wasn't enough, she was also capable of using fire magic. 'Of course she fucking is…'

A hobgoblin managed to resist her lightning attack and her swarm of mana hands with strength alone. The creature raised its club. However, before it could swing it, the seraphim released a (Fire Burst) from the tip of her spear. Blinding the monster. That was enough distraction for her to thrust her spear, severing the veins on one side of the monster's neck.

Even with how deadly the couple of angels were. The lures had proven to be extremely effective; they had killed maybe two-fifths of the horde in front of the north wall by themselves. But they were growing tired.

However, it did not take long for Sir Frederick to understand their true purpose. It wasn't to kill the horde. But to lure it some more.

The couple flew at and past each other. They did not stop, going all the way around town. Taking one or two opportunistic kills as they flew. Whacking in the head or shooting a skill towards unsuspecting monsters. Then they met in the middle of the north wall, just below the gathering of hunters.

"Hey! You missed a—" Tzzzmp! … The were leopard was in the middle of shouting something towards the two angels when a blinding storm of roaring red thunder descended on the wall.

Sir Frederic had trouble watching what was happening. Thankfully, his eyes adapted to the sudden assault of light. Unlike the lightning from the other two angels that was blue with a white core, like many other mages he had seen. This one was red with a white core.…

'A blood-mage Angel… It's like a story to put the fear of the Sun in the hearts of men.' Frederic shivered once more; he had already lost count of how many times the squad of angels had made him do that in a single night.

This woman lacked the control of any lightning mage he had seen in action. Her mana path was not clean. It had no order. It jumped from her to the next creature without any precision.

'No… It can't be… It has to follow some kind of pattern. Her lightning is clearly avoiding exploding their mana crystals. It's just wild.'

She was fast. Frederic was sure she had fewer skills than the other two angels. Her aura was not as dense and hard to read. However, it was three times crazier. It had to be; he had yet to meet a blood mage that was right in the head.

He knew there was a large difference between the focus skill of a normal person and the one from a blood mage. However, this was the first time that he was seeing just how much of a difference there was. It was hard to describe. The woman was slashing away at two monsters at the same time. Her spear had not even finished severing one monster's neck when she was already moving towards the next one with deadly accuracy.

Now wanting to be left behind. The other two jumped into action. The horde they led after them was only now making its way towards the center of the north wall from the east and west sides.

Frederic wanted to scream at the others, to make them jump into action and help the crazy angels that were in the middle of an unwinnable battle. They were already back-to-back. Killing and pushing the monsters away. The creatures jumped high, using each other as platforms to reach further away.

However, their spears were getting in each other's way. They turned and shared a look. Then without uttering a word, the three of them shot into the air. Flying on top of the horde and hovered in place.

A spear tried to reach them. They only moved to the side without much effort. Before Frederic could finish turning towards where the spear should have come from, the creature was already dead. Cause of death? A vertical hole on its head the size and shape of a dagger.

—BOOM!—

Everyone on the wall turned towards the source of an explosion. The hiding place of the Orcs was no more. In its place was a charred clearing with the remnants of Orc meat still falling to the ground.

"What?" "The heck happened over there?"

Tzzzmp!Tzzzmp!Tzzzmp!

Before they could begin to understand what happened to the Orcs. The angels decided to put on a show of their own. Releasing a constant stream of lightning as they slowly moved away from the center. Killing most of the goblins and hobgoblins as they moved along.

'Now I see it. That must be (Discharge). Is one of the few skills from the Lightning path that can…'

Frederic's thoughts were interrupted when the sudden buildup of lightning washed over him. He looked to the sides. But there was no one casting near him. In fact, the only people moving mana were the angels, and they were already moving away from the wall.

—Tzzzmp!—BOOM!—Tzzzmp!—

Purple lightning assaulted the walls of the town from the west side, killing the horde as it moved towards the east. Exploding some mana crystals as it reached them. The lightning was not the blue of mana, or the angry red of blood-mana. It was purple.

'S-Soul mana… A fucking soul mage. No, a Soul-mage Were-Dragon… that can fly. Moon, have mercy. Sun… Let me transfer.'

Frederic flinched after each explosion; it was really not a great idea to be standing on the wall while the were-dragon cleaned up the last 'wave' of monsters. He should have followed the low-rank hunters when they began to get down from the wall. But curiosity had gotten the best of him.

Thankfully, the control the hunter had with his lightning skill was good enough, since he could have made his thunder jump from the monsters towards him, especially because of the metal pieces on his armor.

There were some hunters standing in the open and even a lot of civilians, merely watching the purple light descend over the monsters and clean their town; after this night, this place would probably have enough meat and resources to last them two winters. And most of the monsters would not bother them until the dungeon was born. Since the south in the surrounding area was now clean of them.

After they were done. Frederic waited at the wall to receive them and be among the first to congratulate them on a job well done.

But they did not bother coming back to town, and simply left. They flew together in a 'V' formation like migrating birds heading northwest.

'He did say that he would reward his women after that… I thought he meant to get a room in an inn or something, not fly off into the night without even looking back. How am I even going to report this? The duke would either think I'm crazy, or worse, believe me and send me on a task to try and recruit them… Fuck - that. I will say I was helping on the south wall and let the rumors do my job. Then I will go back to Frednira and train the new recruits.'

The doors of Redvelia's north and south walls opened.

A horde of civilians rushed out, storing the dead bodies and severed limbs from the goblinoids on rings of holding. There were priests frantically taking notes of every ring they gave and received at each gate.

There were so many people running around that the walls were cleaned before the moon moved.

"〜Yeah!!" A weird moaning yell came from deeper in the town. Frederic could only chuckle at the sight. A Hunter wearing gold tags was doing a weird dance with the lower half of his body, while two women were sitting over his shoulders, pouring drinks down his throat as he walked about.

'Did someone knock me over and I woke up on the winter solstice?'

Everywhere he looked, people were beginning to celebrate. And how could he blame them? From what he heard, everyone in that town had participated in one way or another.

From the blacksmiths giving discounts to equip everyone, to the lumberjacks and stone masons finishing the walls in record time. The apothecary and alchemist produced a war-ready worth of products with the help of the gatherers and herbalists sacking the surrounding area with low-rank hunters as if the soil produced gold.

The scouts working overtime. And even the little ones cheering the bunnies as they returned from their missions. Plus the small army of civilians running around to collect everything in rings the temple—that in an unprecedented manner—had lent to anyone with two feet. Even those without skills but mana ran around town keeping the crystal lights on.

The only ones who did nothing were the whores. But from what Frederick was seeing, they were about to put in the work.

He made his way back to the rich part of town and was welcomed to an even larger party. However, there was one thing that was the same everywhere he went. No one liked him or his guards. People turned around and walked the other way; even the whores pretended to suddenly be very interested in the dirt under their nails.

"Sir. A Hawk came just before Dusk. You told us not to interrupt you until after… Whatever that was." A male guard gave him a sealed scroll.

« To Sir. Frederick, Horen Knight. The eldest son and heir of the Gunarok Duke Ludward Horen; Lucius Horen. Will arrive accompanying his sister, Lucci Horen. The first morning of Autumn… »

… "Of fucking course…" Frederic did not even finish reading the contents when he was already writing his transfer request, except now he attached a resignation letter upon refusal. 'Fucking idiots…'

— — —

Name: Aizel Kadashi | Age: 19 | Level: 47

Title: Gold class Hunter, Rank S-

SE: 0 | HP: 547

Redvelia — Northern Wilds.

「 Night, his 37th day on Geas. 」

The girls were feeling excited following the siege-raid. After making sure that there were no monsters—or even large predators—around Redvelia, they looked for a mountain with a nice clearing and plateau, as it was the custom for them now. They hastily searched for one to make camp as soon as possible and broke formation when Lisa spotted one. The girls landed before him while jumping around and waving their arms to hurry him up.

"Nice find, why—" Aizel tried to speak, but Lisa came running and pulled his ring out of his finger, using (Infuse) on it the moment it was in her hands. She threw out their tent and began to unfold it with (Swarming Grasp). She did not even bother anchoring it to the ground and threw their mattress inside of it once she gave the tent a good shake and it held.

Lisa moved the flap to the side and began to click her fingers. "In," She said as if he was a dog. Normally that would tick him off, sending him on a small sexual rampage to assert his dominance. But the look on Lisa's face was that of a thirsty woman desperate for her man, making him chuckle instead.

"Yes, Ma'am." He said and began walking in. However, he was not walking fast enough for the horny ladies because Valerie and Vanessa began pushing him from behind and went as far as to tackle him into the mattress.

"Holy. What's got you all so horny? I'm not—" Lisa shut him up by jumping on his lap and kissing him like someone who had not seen any action in years. She was usually the last one to get her fill of him, especially after Valerie joined them. She loved to watch him fuck other women, just building up lust to then release it all at once. Nevertheless, she was acting thirstier than on their first night.

Like he tried to say to her before his mouth was sealed shut, he was not about to complain, feeling her warmth and squeezing her entire body. Valerie took it upon herself to help him undress while Vanessa helped Lisa.

As soon as they were naked, she tried to impale herself while riding him. He teased her and moved his dick to the side, which proved futile when Vanessa took hold of him and aimed at Lisa's exposed labia. She sat down immediately and began to move up and down. It was really fun to see her try to achieve his usual fucking speed from that position.

He turned her around, made her lie on the bed, and began thrusting. Then, he grabbed one of her legs and placed it above his shoulder, giving himself more leverage, reaching out for her bouncing breast and giving it the (Discharge) treatment while materializing his tail to play with the other one.

Valerie and Vanessa were playing on the side, not going full nymphomaniac just yet and slowly warming up for when their turn came up. He could have helped them out with (Doppelgänger). But sometimes keeping things simple was the way to go.

Finally, Lisa's body tensed up and began quivering as she arched her back; he gave a few slow and deep thrusts to catch up to her and just let nature take its course.

"Damn… I love it when you are like this, love. What got into you?" Aizel asked as he stared at her naked body covered in sweat.

She took a moment to reply, just hugging him with her legs and squeezing the mattress with her hands. After a few deep breaths, Lisa was finally able to speak again. "The idea of mating with you… Knowing… That you led the entire town… That you were… The architect of such… bloodshed…" She managed to get her idea across amid huffs.

Aizel had not 'led' the town. He delegated everything and trained a few people. If he was not capable of jumping in at any moment should they need him, he would not have gone for that plan. That being said, he technically led them by proxy. And if that got her in the mood, he was not about to correct her. Especially after she used the word 'mating.' It was nasty, and he loved how natural it came to her when she said it.

Before any of the other two could even think of coming to him, Lisa used a small (Heal) on herself, pushed him down with her knee, and began to ride him in cowgirl. Slowly at first, just moving her hips back and forward while her abdomen did all the work. Vanessa took that chance to sit on top of his face, kissing Lisa while he ate her up.

Aizel slithered his tail around and took hold of Valerie, so she would not feel neglected. She let out a yelp at first and tried to crawl away on pure instinct. Even so, after feeling his (Doppelgänger) and (Discharge) radiating from it, she turned around and took hold of it, clamping it with her thighs and grinding herself on it. He hooked his tail around and began to slowly fuck her with it, thankfully Vanessa had done a great job, and she was wet and ready. Because according to Lisa, the tail could be extremely overwhelming.

So he was careful. Just keeping his little raven on edge.

Aizel had to push Vanessa away to satisfy the increasing demands from the seraphim. Thankfully, Vanessa was just as in love with Lisa as he was, so she helped him out.

Now he was on the other end of trying to satisfy an immortal-kin rampaging with lust. Because Lisa came for the third time and was not showing any signs of calming down, using heal on herself after she was done cumming.

"Can't you use the thingy thing to not let her do that!?" A scared Vanessa asked.

"I could but—" Lisa sealed his lips once again before throwing him back.

"I fucking knew it," Lisa whispered.

"Oh. Someone is still capable of speech. Tell me, love, what did you know?" Aizel chuckled.

Vanessa tried to use that small window to give Lisa cunnilingus. But the Seraph was the one in control that night, locking poor Vanessa in place with (Swarming Grasp) before throwing her towards Valerie. The Shinigami complied and began to work on Vanessa with an evil smile across her face. Even moving Aizel's tail with a lot of effort towards the tanned angel.

Lisa turned back towards him once she was sure they would not be interrupted again. "From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you would achieve great things." She said while slowly grinding her labia on his dick.

Aizel wanted to say, for who knows how long he had not done much, this was most likely written all over his face because of what she had to say.

"Do you really think the guild master would have listened to just anyone who proposed an insane plan like that?"

She did not let him reply. Her tongue invaded his mouth before his mind could finish a single thought. The soft moans in the background from his other wives combined with Lisa's whole body grinding against his was pure bliss. Her massive breasts squishing against him. Her warm thighs hugging his legs. Her sultry breath quivering against his neck.

Aizel turned towards her. He moved her under him, making sure not to interrupt her. She looked like a horny sloth grinding on a branch for dear life. He slithered his tail back, making the other two moan in displeasure at the sudden disappearance of their toy. Unfortunately, Lisa was in need of a good fuck.

"Your turn will come, my loves. Keep yourselves warm for me. This one does not ask me for much, but tonight she has, and I will comply."

Vanessa rolled her eyes and went down on Valerie, who was not even paying attention to him at that moment.

He did not go inside her right away. Deliberately playing with their foreheads, breathing heavily on her side. She understood what he was going for. Following him in that little animalistic display of love, speaking with her body without uttering a word.

Finally, she stopped and bit his neck. He bit her back. A little harder than their usual play. She liked it. Chuckling and smiling as she turned around, laying flat on the mattress below.

Aizel separated her legs with his knee. She didn't let him. His brows rose in surprise. She was not into this kind of play, but she had not spoken; it would be rude to ruin their little fun by asking what the fuck she wanted.

So it was up to him to figure it out.

First he tried using strength. Forcibly making her spread her legs. She looked back with a frown. That was not it.

Then he tried to be gentle. Caressing her, following the delicate curve of her ass with his fingers. She moved her hip to the side, getting away from his touch. That wasn't it.

He scratched his head. He sat with his legs over hers, just playing drum with her ass and his dick, trying to think about this little sexual puzzle she had going on.

But then it happened. Sometimes the answers find you when you are not trying. She did not want a break in their routine, but a simple variation in the position. Her ass moved towards his dick when he changed the cheek he was bouncing it against. Her glistening slit was trying to get him in without the rest of her body moving.

Aizel shifted his body forward. Ending in a perfect position for a good prone fucking. He entered her without any trouble. He almost broke their silence to give his praise; it was truly a magnificent sight.

When fucking while facing each other. He was looking at their breasts or faces. When doing it from the back, their asses occupied all of his attention. However, from this position, their union was all he could look at.

Aside from Valerie, he had never stopped to think just how much he was stretching them every time they fucked. It felt amazing for both of them, and that was the end of it. But now that he stopped and took a good look, it was something else; how their skin wasn't tearing apart was a small miracle.

Every single one of the details on his dick could be seen through the thin sheet of skin prolapsing a little each time he pulled out. He was hypnotized by the sight, deliberately going slower than normal. And once he reached deep enough. He pushed. All the air bubbles were released from weighing Lisa. The sound sent shivers down his spine.

The other two women picked up on the change in his attitude. Putting their little games on pause and crawled over to his sides to take a peek at what was making him stare.

"Okay, now that. On this one." Vanessa said, pointing to Valerie from above.

Valerie shivered.

"What? Why are you scared? I've been inside of you a few times now…"

"I can't help it…" Her attitude did not match her words. She was burning up with desire, begging him to stop that little play with Lisa and move on to the next one.

Unfortunately, Lisa was not letting up. Aizel had to give her at least an hour of constant fucking and cumming to satisfy her. The crazy woman even got to a point where she did not count the most recent fuck, unless she could feel his seed going through her cervix. If he failed to make her feel that. She healed and made him start from the very beginning.

By the time she finally let herself get tired. Her cunt was almost as gape as Valerie's. He mentioned this, and she used (Heal) on herself. Making him shiver.

"Is just for it not to leak, love," Lisa said.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure…"

"Well… I hope you are not too tired, love." Valerie's warm voice came from his side.

"Oh, no. I'm fine. It's just that she scared me for a moment there."

"Tk…"

"Why are you clicking your tongue?" Aizel asked while Vanessa began to kiss him from the side.

"Because if that was not enough to tire you out…" A pensive Valerie said.

"What…" Aizel was a little afraid to ask. Thankfully, the tanned beauty was claiming her turn on him. Climbing on top while letting herself fall on his dick.

"Ah!"

"I guess… Neine and Nadia will help us out…"

Valerie said something about the other two women he was trying to take for himself. But he could not allow himself to think about anyone else but the one currently riding him.

Aizel grabbed her torso. Slowly making her back away without letting up their lovemaking. He took a good look at Vanessa. At that moment, there was no one else. He was there for her. Body and mind.

He would never agree to have a second woman if he was to treat her as a mere toy. Valery kept blabbering about the things that she liked most about other girls, but Vanessa was everything he had on his mind.

The fight also woke something in her. She did not want a rampaging session of sex. She was of one mind with him, moving up and down while kissing him. Making love to him just as he loved it, slow, and caring.

"Aiz… I'm…"

"I'm with you… Just let go." And she did. Quivering on top of him as his knot pulled her in. That was the feeling she loved the most. She had made the mistake once of comparing him to others she had slept with; no matter how much praise she sang, he made sure she forgot all about them. It worked; Vanessa had not even brushed the subject again.

He did not know how much time passed. But he was sure his knot was feeling kinky that night, swelling to its absolute limit. Vanessa never stopped cumming, needing only one round to be satisfied.

Valerie was feeling particularly kinky. Taking Vanessa's techniques for herself. She moaned so hard Aizel was sure that Lisa would wake up to reclaim him for the night. And she did. Once he fucked Valery a few rounds of hard sex. Lisa rode him to have the last round of the night before falling asleep in their little nest of feathers.

— —

He left them once he was sure they were satisfied and filled with him. Slowly making his way to the edge of the cliff.

Redvelia was not going to sleep that night. He could see the town from their little camp; they were celebrating. His eyes allowed him to zoom in and enjoy that little celebration with them while the wives slept peacefully in their tent.

He could not go to sleep just yet. His mind kept thinking about how it all went down, and what to improve for the actual raid that would deal with the goblinoids past the shield.

With just a small thorn slowly making itself known.

'… Fucking nobles…'