Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1159: Clutch Wife

“…” Black Fang audibly wasn’t happy with what her eyes were showing her, so much so that her lips formed into a cold sneer the moment the Scarlet Lilies’ formation locked into place.

Her katana blazed with Orochi’s fire, releasing violet arcs across the skies. She swung, and her shockwaves thundered outward in savage succession.

But this time, they didn’t tear through.

Lilith and Scar moved as one, their tandem flawless.

Lilith’s Spellblade carved an arc that met the serpent’s violet head-on, while Scar blinked through the chaos, her daggers of condensed mana slicing at the edges, fragmenting the attack before it could reach full force.

What fragments slipped through slammed into Lilith’s body only to be transmitted to the sturdy Bronnya to be absorbed by her, leaving the rest of the Lilies untouched.

Soon, their strategy evolved even further as they settled into the true effectiveness of their formation: Lilith didn’t even bother dodging anymore. She stood firm on Bronnya’s chest with her boots locked in place by the tanker’s grip. Every slash she returned came with complete confidence that her life was in her team’s hands.

She tanked the hits while she and Scar instead went on the offensive, forcing their enemies to be the ones who react.

Black Fang’s irritation was more than understandable. This wasn’t just resilience; it was exploitation. To break them, she would have to deal so much damage, so fast, that Bronnya’s transmittance and Jallen’s healing together couldn’t keep up.

Easier said than done.

Bronnya was a mountain in human form, equipped with the heaviest of armor, her resistance to damage monstrous. Combined with Jallen’s spear, which was blazing with divine light, making wounds close before blood could even drip, killing them was truly a monumental task.

Quinlan wasn’t faring any better. His streams of water and gusts of slicing wind crashed into the Lilies, but they met the same frustrating fate. Scar’s knives, Lilith’s enchanted blade, Bronnya’s iron frame… all three worked in perfect relay to smother his offense and return the hurt, forcing him to dodge or Black Fang to slice their attacks apart.

The truth gnawed at him with every passing second: their fortress was airtight.

“We have to do something about the healing,” Quinlan declared, knowing this couldn’t go on. “I don’t have the ability to nullify healing, but what about you? It should be right up your alley with your poison-style class.”

Black Fang stayed silent at first. Even without seeing her, Quinlan didn’t miss the streams of blood running free from her body.

She wasn’t fresh. Not even close.

She had just finished a one-on-two against Chizuru and Kaede – two incredible powerhouses – before all of this, and now she was standing on his back bleeding while carving up the sky like a demon.

Finally, her voice came. “From this distance, it’s wasted effort. They’ll intercept.”

Quinlan’s expression twisted into a wry smile. Getting close to them was exactly the opposite of what he wanted.

“Then we have no choice.”

He rolled again until his stomach faced the earth once more.

It was time to call in a trump card of his.

<Wife, are you in a safe location?>

A voice like warm honey and static sparks filled his mind instantly.

<Yes! We made it back into the stronghold. What about you?! I’m so worried! You said you were going to get Black Fang, but you haven’t returned!>

Quinlan gritted his teeth as another dagger sliced past his cheek.

<I’m currently fighting the aerial battle of my life. It’s glorious beyond words, but these five women are about to lobotomize me sooner rather than later.>

There was a shocked pause before her reply came in a wail of devotion:

<We can’t have that! You didn’t even put a single child in me yet! You’re not allowed to go infertile before I get pregnant a thousand times!>

Quinlan blinked, missing a beat.

<… As unhinged as always, my sexy Hexwitch. So…>

Her frantic energy softened a little.

<Anything. Just tell me what to do.>

<Take a seat. I’ll make use of the gift you gave me during the consummation of our eternal partnership.>

The connection pulsed with a rush of heat at the memory, and then her voice came. It was trembling with dedication, missing a single ounce of hesitation:

<Take it all! I already told you back then! Everything I am, everything I’ll ever become belongs to you, Quinlan Elysiar!>

For a second, despite the storm raging around him, Quinlan’s mouth softened into a smile.

<You’re far too precious a woman. I love you.>

While listening to Vex’s joyous squealing, he reached inward and tapped the curse-bond, the double-edged seal of the Hexwitch.

But the memory of that ritual – the one carried out right before their feverish coupling, where Vex welcomed him in sexy black latex gear and practically ate him all up – burned fresh.

She had twisted the curse, inverted it, made herself the donor and him the beneficiary. Her strength flowed into him, and with it, the impossible became tangible.

With a single shift of his will, Quinlan dragged Black Fang off his back and into his arms, streamlined just beneath him. Her body aligned perfectly with his, making the smallest profile against the wind.

No longer did he have to push currents around her entire form; she was pinpointed like him, and that reduced drag to almost nothing.

He let go of any thoughts about being conservative. Now was not the time. Quinlan knew that the Lilies had an upper hand so overwhelming that he had no business doing anything in their presence but dying.

However, being in the skies changed things, and he intended to make full use of that fact.

Wind element roared inside his veins and surfaced to form a hurricane condensed into a narrow spear.

His mana bled out in a torrent, hundreds of points burning away. The air tore apart before him, and because Black Fang was in the same position as he was, as opposed to standing on his back, he could severely limit the area he had to influence.

Each pulse of his wind element sharpened the slipstream ahead until it was thinner than a blade’s edge.

The speed was brutal, monstrous.

His body rattled like a war drum under the sheer pressure of velocity. His arms shook with the force of holding her, but he forced his muscles to lock, pouring more power into the storm screaming ahead.

They weren’t flying anymore. They were ripping, tearing, devouring the sky like a fighter jet with no limiters.

In his hands, he felt her heart hammering.