Chapter 449: The General Enters the Battlefield

Asmodeus opened her eyes.

Her womb, filled to the brim right before she'd passed out, was packed with orc seed. As if someone had deliberately plugged her up to keep the semen from leaking, she was wearing zippered leather panties like a chastity belt down below.

"Uh... so, let me think..."

After being forced to press her armpit against the glans to appease the orc and his fixation on armpits, Asmodeus had once again taken the orc's cock into her sex and been mated.

When both fallen angels started licking her armpits simultaneously, Asmodeus finally lost consciousness and blacked out. And when she woke, her body had been washed spotless as if someone had given her a shower.

"...Why aren't these guys actually the Lust Legion?"

Asmodeus posed a fundamental question to the world at large. The only person who knew the answer was the Demon King, Solomon. But reaching him would require a very difficult journey.

"Let me just get up... oh, for fuck's sake. Look at this perverted freak."

Asmodeus got goosebumps looking at the outfit she'd been dressed in. The garment clung snugly from her chest down to her crotch, and while it was quite soft and warm, it had no arm sections, leaving her armpits completely exposed.

She lightly drew up her mana and read the information of the clothing on her body.

"A leotard... two-piece type?"

In the garment's memories, an elderly human craftsman was carefully moving a needle stitch by stitch, making the clothing by hand. What was somewhat shocking was that this wasn't a suit meant for a crown prince, but the highly revealing outfit she was currently wearing.

"Is this legion nothing but perverts regardless of species...?"

Asmodeus subtly scanned her surroundings. The private room she occupied alone was furnished with basic furniture including a bed, comfortable enough that she could see herself living here.

"This doesn't feel like being a prisoner... no wait, it does."

Clank. When she tried to stand, she felt her lower body being tugged. She turned to look behind her and found a leather strap hooked along a band wrapped around her pelvis, chained like shackles. It looked harder to break than actual iron chains.

"This is seriously creepy."

Asmodeus had to stop at the door. The leather strap threaded through her panties was just barely long enough to reach from the bed to the door, and the only space Asmodeus had was what she could move through on her own.

"A prisoner's a prisoner, I gue... eep."

"What are you doing?"

The door opened and a naked orc walked in. Asmodeus backed away but composed herself and addressed him calmly.

"Hmph, so you're here to take turns gang-raping the prisoners?"

"What are you talking about? Dungeon masters of any note are reserved for the Legion Commander. The dark elves outside, maybe, but not you."

The orc set a wooden tray on the table. Asmodeus swallowed hard at the sight of food that was somehow both familiar and foreign.

"Is it really okay to treat a prisoner this freely?"

"You're the special one. If you look outside..."

The orc soldier pointed beyond the door. Out there, dark elves were restrained in devices, climaxing and passing out only to be used by the next orc in line.

"Different people get treated differently. I heard you surrendered to the Legion Commander of your own accord. Since the Legion Commander is personally managing you, we simply regard you as the Legion Commander's woman and treat you accordingly."

"The Legion Commander's woman...?"

Asmodeus felt her heart drop. Between getting fucked and orgasming the whole way from Astaroth's dungeon to here, she hadn't had a chance to think clearly, but there was exactly one person who'd called himself the Legion Commander while his dick was inside her.

"He sleeps with me once and calls me his woman? Unbelievable."

"It's the Legion Commander's dream to take one wife from each species. Ah, that's what they call a lifelong aspiration. You being brought in as a new hybrid, elf-succubus, is what I'd wager."

"...Insane."

Then what about the two fallen angels? One of them in particular was someone she knew all too well.

"So he brought me here to make me his succubus wife? Hmm, I was the master of the 32nd-ranked dungeon, you know."

"That spot is already taken. Lady Shaitan has a firm grip on the succubus position."

"...."

Asmodeus froze solid. The orc gave her restraints a quick visual check, then reached for the door handle.

"The Legion Commander's orders are to eat well, keep your armpits clean, and wait. He says when he returns victorious, he'll place Astaroth and the two Seals of Lust on either side and have them lick your armpits."

"...Insane. Pfft."

Asmodeus let out a hollow laugh and sat down at the table. The orc closed the door with an indifferent expression and left to go back to his fucking. Asmodeus picked up the bread from the plate and rubbed it against the thick soup.

"That haughty princess became one man's wife? Heh heh heh, now that's interesting..."

Crunch.

Asmodeus dipped the bread into the creamy soup that melted on her tongue and sated her hunger.

"Wow, he even infused the soup with mana and called it his personal recipe. Look at that."

Lick. Asmodeus swiped the remnants from her lips with her tongue and grinned.

"Ah... I was going to blow everything up from the inside if I didn't like it, but I think I can enjoy this a bit longer. Heh heh heh. Since those two are fighting anyway, I hope the one who's better in bed wins."

While the Lust Legion's incubus soldiers bled from above and below throughout Astaroth's dungeon, Asmodeus sipped her soup without a care in the world, savoring her limited freedom.

***

Whirr.

The sealed gate opened.

Having killed all four officers, we subdued the incubi without major losses.

"Using the humans really was the right call. Heh heh, the knight order entering from the surface has them completely scrambled."

According to the intel from Asmodeus, the enemy forces were powerful enough that even our entire legion combined in a head-on fight would come up a bit short.

But all that strength meant nothing if it was spread across separate sectors.

A sealed gate that only opens when all four sectors are cleared is nothing more than spreading your legs and begging the invaders to farm experience off you.

"I thought they were just tasteless, but their dungeon design is garbage too. Astaroth definitely can't be left alive."

Beyond rehabilitation. Therefore deserving of death. Infuriating news had already come in, and I wanted to rip her head off right now.

[Urgent report from Nifela. The Marquisate's knight order has rescued two dark elves. The Cream Elves are nursing them while they're unconscious.]

I recalled the urgent report relayed from Shaitan. The humans had gone and rescued dark elf hostages from the surface, 1st floor.

"That imbecile Astaroth. If forces were coming in from both underground and the surface simultaneously, she should've shoved all the elf prisoners into her own bedroom. Why leave them on the upper floor too?"

Livestock losses had occurred. A full two dark elves had fallen into human hands.

"She moved them all upstairs because underground was dangerous? Then when the surface got dangerous too, she should've immediately brought them down to her own floor. What a moron. Astaroth definitely needs to die."

Squeeze. I pressed Levis's breasts up and down. The Holy Lance, flattened horizontal by my hands, flew forward as if generating a sonic boom.

Crack!!

The sealed gate blocking our path shattered like paper. Beyond the door split in two, a magic circle surging upward came into view.

"Is that a staircase?"

"Nah, Master. That's a transfer portal. It teleports you to another floor of the dungeon."

"...What if I step through and there's a pit full of barbed spears waiting below, or a lake of poison that kills you if you fall in?"

Given that incubi were the main force, there probably weren't traps like that, but I couldn't help worrying. And if such traps did exist, I couldn't send my subordinates in lightly.

"Shit. I already heard all this from Asmodeus and I'm still nervous."

My entire legion fell into formation behind me. As always, I was at the front. My dislocated joints had fully healed, and aside from my dick, which had been worked to the bone inside Levis, I was in peak condition.

"Time to start prepping for the final battle. I'm switching weapons too."

Pop! I lifted Levis by the hips and pulled my dick out. Before she could come to her senses, I turned her body sideways to face me.

"...Heh heh, I killed them a... huh?"

"Rise and shine! Have a nice dream?"

"...."

Levis stared at me blankly, looking me up and down.

"I, I definitely killed you...!"

"Yeah, in your dream. You probably stabbed the hell out of me with your spear in that dream. Right? So I stabbed the hell out of your cervix with my dick in return."

"Ah, aah, AAAA, mmph?!"

Just before Levis could scream, Lime clamped a hand over her mouth. The holy-demonic magic sigil inscribed on Levis's lower abdomen faded, and I pressed down on her ass before she could start thrashing.

"From now on, it's your turn, Scar."

Thump, thump thump, thump thump! Levis's body began to convulse. The Scar Theology, which had lain perfectly still when I was inside her, thrashed back and forth the instant I gave the word, stimulating Levis.

"It'll be hard to gather divine power like before. I squeezed her tits dry."

"Nnngh, mmmph!"

Levis clawed at me with bloodshot eyes. But her nails had been neatly trimmed, so even scratching my skin just tickled. The sharp dragon claws she should have had were now ordinary human fingernails.

"Lime. Take Levis back to the breaking-in room. Good work."

"Can I lock her up quick and come right back?"

"Heh heh, I'd be grateful if you returned. But I'm ending this war before then."

The unconscionable layout of splitting the key across four sectors aside, there wouldn't be much trouble once we got up to Basement 1. The moment we entered Basement 1 through the magic circle, we'd be heading straight for the enemy's heart.

Thud. I stopped in front of the portal. Things had been fine when I had Levis as my armor up front, but now I needed to suit up in new armor.

Leather underwear, then full-body tights over that.

Over the full-body tights, heavy iron plate armor.

Dwarven-made guards on the joints and vital areas.

A pitch-black robe draped over my back.

And on my head, a steel helm fitted with succubus horns. Thanks to the black-painted helm and the mask covering my face, none of my skin was visible. Even the parts that might show looked black because of the tights underneath.

"Master, you look like a real general dressed like that."

"That's the look I was going for, heh heh. We might run into them, after all."

There was no way to change my appearance. So I'd hide it completely. I had to disguise even my voice so no one could recognize me. This getup wasn't for the Lust Legion's benefit anyway.

"Step forward, Meri."

Meri, heavily armed in her steel-feathered robe, took position directly in front of me with the Holy Sword drawn. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and hoisted her up.

"Ready?"

"Perfect."

"Then let's go."

Thud! I leapt into the portal with Meri in my arms. My vision brightened and I felt my body float, and in that same instant, Meri and I arrived at a new location.

"Fire!!"

Just as expected. Enemy incubi who'd been lying in wait opened fire on us with a simultaneous barrage of magic bullets. I yanked Meri's waist to snap her to attention, and Meri placed the Holy Sword forward and deployed the Virginium Shield.

Clang-clang-clang!!

Countless magic bullets hammered the Virginium Shield. Meri gritted her teeth and gripped the Holy Sword, while I braced her from behind with my body against the recoil of the bullets she was absorbing.

Screeee!!

Screams from behind. I could hear goblins optimized for ambush leaping in. To deal with them I'd have to let go of Meri, but that would collapse the Virginium Shield.

Stab, stab!!

The goblins drove needle-sharp daggers into my joints. They didn't pierce the skin, but it stung and burned like someone hammering nails against me through my clothes.

"Legion Commander!"

"Fire."

"...Yes!"

The Holy Sword Virgo began to glow. Beyond the Virginium Shield, the nightmares that had been waiting for us turned incorporeal and sank into the ceiling and floor.

"Maximum output!!"

The center of the tightly closed Virginium Shield burst wide open. Meri thrust the Holy Sword into the dead center of the shield, and divine power fired in a direct blast toward the front.

Shrieeeek!!

Nightmares that hadn't escaped the line of fire in time were caught in the bombardment and disintegrated. The formation of enemy soldiers who'd gathered to ambush us collapsed.

"Letting go, Meri."

I released Meri's waist and reached both hands behind me, grabbing two goblins by the head. They must have been hastily raised; the moment I squeezed, their neck bones crumbled.

"Good idea trying to ambush us coming through the portal, but you should have considered that we'd be expecting that too."

Crunch, crunch. I grabbed the goblins by the torso and crushed their bones. I picked up one that had dropped its weapon and collapsed face-down, then hurled its body at an incubus trying to fire magic bullets at us.

Boom!!

A magic bullet flying straight at us struck the goblin's body and detonated. Meanwhile, behind me, our legion's soldiers began coming up to Basement 1 through the portal one by one.

"I'll keep this brief. Hand over the seal, Astaroth. Do that, and I'll spare your life."

I lifted the weapon strapped to my back.

"Anyone who resists..."

An oversized iron mace: a solid block of stone carved from the spine of a Stone Golem that had been obliterated by divine power, optimized for bludgeoning enemies to death, coated in steel feathers.

"...gets this mace upside the ear. Just like you cut the elves' ears, I'll take yours."

Screee!!

A nightmare burst out of the floor. The creature that slipped beneath the genital shield reached for my throat.

Crack.

I swung the mace into its ear. The incorporeal nightmare didn't just have its ear crushed; its neck snapped as it tumbled across the ground.

"Oops. I only meant to crush the ear."

Crunch. I stomped on the neck of the nightmare lying face-down and trembling on the floor, popping it. Being incorporeal, no blood splattered.

"Having a neck that fragile won't do. Tch. Oh, don't be so scared."

I aimed the iron mace forward at the incubi backing away one by one. As I slid the mace in and out in front of and behind the genital shield, a faint sheen of divine power coated its surface.

"As long as your skulls are hard enough, it'll just be your ears getting crushed."