Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 716

Chapter 716: Villains are Slippery
I flicked a single tap of pressurized water his way. It was nothing more than a little love tap. True enough, the bullet struck his chest. I don’t think he even realized it, or at the very least, the lionkin didn’t even bother dodging. He simply tanked it while he was busy letting out primal roars of overwhelming frustration.

His allies were already moving. A few riders descended, one smaller lionkin dismounting and offering his beast to the fallen warrior. The massive lionkin took the reins without a word, climbing on and resuming his chase. His subordinate, meanwhile, remained stranded on the ground.

I turned my attention back to my pursuers and resumed my barrage. As long as I had mana left, I was going to use it. Another fell, then another. Twenty more riders plummeted before I felt the telltale signs of magical exhaustion creeping up my spine.

Two hundred and twenty thousand XP. Not bad for a distraction.

But now, I was running dry.

I twisted my body back to a normal flying position, no longer shooting backward. The lionkin behind me immediately took the shift as a sign of victory. Their grins turned smug, their expressions full of condescension. They thought I was running.

Well, I was. They were right on the money.

But not in the way they expected.

Instead of wasting my breath taunting them, I simply dove downward, cutting through the air at my highest speed. I reached the ground and flared my mana once more.

“[Warp Gate].”

A swirling portal of abyssal blackness materialized before me. After sending them a wave of my palm, I slipped through. The swirling dimensional doorway swallowed me whole.

The lionkin howled in both shock and fury, but it was too late. The portal snapped shut behind me, leaving them grasping at empty air.

After my swift dimensional relocation, the land battlefield stretched before me in all its bloody, brutal glory.

The first thing that caught my eye was Raika.

Seated on top of a prone lionkin who was on his back, her wild black hair clung to her sweat-slicked skin as she hammered her fists into the bastard’s skull. Again. And again. And again.

His head was barely recognizable by this point, being nothing but a pulpy mess of blood and shattered bone beneath her relentless fists. Yet she didn’t stop. A feral growl rumbled from her throat, her body trembling from exertion and something far more primal.

She was so damned hot in this moment.

A beast unchained, a warrior lost in the thrill of her hard-earned victory. The gashes across her body and the bruises forming beneath the dirt and blood only enhanced her savage allure. That lionkin must have given her hell before going down, greatly hurting her competitive spirit. From what I knew, she wanted to beat up her big sisters and even Black Fang herself, so she must’ve gotten enraged when a lionkin she thought to be lesser managed to injure her.

It took me a few seconds to tear my gaze away.

The rest of the battlefield was deep in cleanup.

Lucille grinned manically, with her savage axe rising and falling in an endless dance of slaughter. Whether lionkin or beast, it made no difference: anything that stood before her was torn apart. She was bleeding profusely from her many wounds, but she didn’t seem to care, especially because her Bloodmonger class made her stronger and more durable the less HP she had.

Ayame was a blur of movement, slicing through her enemies with cold precision. Her motions were too fast for the enemy to react, her blade carving through their bodies like a whisper of death.

Blossom hunted down the last of the escapees, darting between the rubble like a specter. Her sharp claws plunged into backs, ending lives before they could even scream.

Darius, meanwhile, stood at the center of the carnage.

He had been fighting the largest lionkin in the city—or, at least, he had been. Now, the enemy’s head rested casually in his grip, his body nowhere to be seen. Blood dripped lazily from the severed neck as Darius turned his gaze toward me, sensing my arrival with his frighteningly acute senses.

But not everything was fun and games.

Dogkin warriors lay scattered across the battlefield, unmoving. Some were still breathing, barely clinging to life, while others had already fallen. The cost of victory was steep.

Kaelira and Lyra, my two tankers, were outright wrecked.

Their armor—what little was left of it—hung in tatters, exposing their bare skin, showing me they suffered very heavy injuries. Both panted heavily, exhaustion and pain written across their faces. The only thing keeping them from collapsing outright were Liora and Seraphiel, whose staves were glowing with desperate healing magic.

But despite the losses…

We won.

Darius was the first to react to my arrival. His face split into a wide grin as he called out, “Brother! We made history today! You’re amazing! If Father ever gives you trouble in case you rough Kitsara up too much in bed, just call for me. I’ll fight him for you.”

He extended his hand that wasn’t occupied by a lionkin skull. With no hesitation whatsoever, I met his hand with a firm high-five. Being friends with a man possessing immensely high personal might and great political influence who is also a fun dude?

Sign me the hell up.

Kitsara gasped audibly. “Hey!”

She stomped her foot against the dirt while her sexy foxy ears twitched in fury. “Don’t say it like that, you dumb oaf!” She then pointed at me with an accusatory finger. “And you, don’t high-five him over it!”

Darius only laughed, twirling the lionkin’s severed head in his fingers like it was a basketball. “What? I’m just showing brotherly support.”

Kitsara growled, her three tails puffing up in frustration. “You two are the worst!”

I smirked. All my girls survived, and despite some of the heavy injuries, they were in extremely capable hands. Some dogkin fell, but I knew these old men thought of a warrior’s death as the greatest honor they could achieve. What was more glorious than dying in the battle where 50 people besieged a whole damn city defended by over a thousand highly trained soldiers and even more warbeasts?

As Darius had said, we made history today. Their names would go down in the annals of history as great warriors who achieved a legendary feat.

But. “Brother, I only killed less than half of the aerial units,” I said.

“Allow me,” Sylvaris spoke up suddenly. “I’ve regained my mana.”

“Oh, is it time to fly once again?!” Darius asked with childlike glee, excited to be seated atop his flying horse once again.

The serene elf nodded with a motherly smile, despite him being older and stronger than her, and summoned the steeds for him and his warriors and a few ladies of mine who had enough mana, energy, and health left to their names. They quickly chased the remaining lionkin forces down.

“We won!” Ayame screamed triumphantly right after jumping straight into my arms and locking her legs around my waist. We were both wearing our masks, so sadly, I was robbed of a victory kiss—for now. As such, I elected to enjoy her butt’s comforting touch, getting a cute scoff and an accusation of “pervert…” alongside it, which I ignored, of course.

“Skree!” A sudden beast roar brought me out of my heavenly mound inspection, reminding all of us we had a city to officially conquer, plunder, and exterminate all remaining lionkin. Kitsara sent me a worried glance, knowing we were about to be faced with the ranches housing humanoids.

It was time to see just what was going on in Emberfang while hoisting the dogkin people’s flag over its walls.