Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 747

Chapter 747: Armageddon
My aura ignited, no longer restrained by fear or doubt.

My mana screamed from me like a supernova.

My primordial wrath surged into the heavens, turning the very air into a furnace.

They wanted the Devil?

Then so be it.

I’ll give them a front-row seat to Armageddon.

I dropped from the sky in a single, controlled descent and landed beside my girls. Lyra nearly collapsed the moment we landed. She didn’t speak, didn’t whimper, just gave me a tired nod and a trembling smile through bloodied lips.

I caught her gently, then turned to Seraphiel. “She’s yours. Heal her, please.”

Seraphiel was already reaching for her bow, already in the middle of transforming it into a staff and calling on divine energy, but she hesitated for a moment as she looked at Lyra’s scorched, beaten frame. But then, she shook her head and refocused, ready to heal her friend who was about to fall.

“You girls need to hang in there. Just a few more seconds. I’ll flip the board.”

I turned before they could ask what I meant.

I was already moving.

A thunderclap cracked behind me as my body launched forward like a bullet ripping through the battlefield.

The ground blurred beneath me. To the rest of the world, I was just a flicker of motion, a streak of burning black through the sky.

Defensive artifacts flared to life, their targeting systems locking onto the sheer surge of mana I was exuding, but…

Too slow.

The first cannon fired.

I twisted mid-air.

Dodged it.

Not by a margin, but by threads. Hair-width movements. I was flying faster than their targeting enchantments could calculate. They launched bolt after bolt, a rain of spellfire meant to vaporize anything in its path, but I was never there long enough to be hit.

In this manner, I tore through the chaos of war, searching, scanning.

Then I found her.

Vex.

A bloody chaos given human form.

She was a silhouette of madness in motion with a wild grin painted across her lips as her sword flashed in all directions. Five lionkin surrounded her, each of them towering monsters with enchanted weapons and thick armor, warriors that would take entire teams to put down.

She was holding her own incredibly well, but she was slowing. Breathing heavy. Her movements were less fluid, more forced than I knew she was capable of in her peak form.

They had her surrounded.

No.

They thought they had her surrounded.

Because before any of them could land a serious blow, I dropped from the sky like a hawk descending on prey.

My eyes locked onto her.

She blinked, sensing the great turbulence in the air that marked my arrival.

Then, to my great surprise, this eccentric woman smiled like she’d been waiting for me.

Waiting for me to make my primordial cheating happen so that the tides would turn. So that I would make the impossible possible, turning defeat into victory.

Just before I reached her, my fingers slashed the air, my mana roaring to life.

“[Warp Gate]!”

A rift in space tore open behind her.

I didn’t slow down one bit, crashing into her with great velocity, with one arm locking around her midsection as she cursed and laughed in surprise all at once, and we tumbled together through the gate, rolling across another plane of space-time like bullets caught in a whirlpool.

I closed the gate behind us before a single lionkin had the chance to follow.

“Hehe!! Just what the hell are you up to now?” Vex giggled as she grinned at me brightly.

I didn’t return her cheery tune. “No time to explain. Please just trust me. We need to get to the middle of Lionheart, where the citizens are concentrated. I need your help, cast [Hex of Null Presence] so that we can dodge the strong fighters still present in the city.”

Her grin faded instantly.

Her eyes, those manic, wild eyes, locked onto mine, and I saw them sharpen. She sensed it too. The shift. The weight of my tone. The heaviness in my mana.

No more jokes. No more blood-drunk games.

We were done dancing around the edges.

“All right,” she murmured, already weaving her fingers through the air in sharp, intricate patterns. “One [Hex of Null Presence], coming up.”

With a final swipe of her hand, a pulse of shadow rippled out from her skin, washing over us like a silent tide.

And in an instant, we vanished—not visually, but existentially. No footsteps. No breath. No heat signature. No scent. Not even the animals would know we were there.

We moved.

Swift. Silent. Ghosts drifting through the belly of a beast.

The warp gate had landed us in the same back corridors where Blossom and Kitsara had explored before; the twisting alleys and hidden corners that led them to Natalie and Poppy.

Now, those same alleys were tense and trembling. The air was thick with fear and prayers toward their Sunfang to save them.

We darted from shadow to shadow, Vex leading as I trailed inches behind. Guards passed us, muttering in hushed voices. Civilians scurried into buildings, barricading doors and windows. Some were crying while others were too numb to even blink.

The deeper we got, the closer we came to the heart of the lionkin capital.

And finally, we found it.

The main square.

Hundreds of buildings wrapped around it in a tight and narrow manner. Statues of old kings loomed over the streets like forgotten ghosts. And in the center…

People.

Civilians.

Children, parents, elders, shopkeepers… huddled together in clumps, faces gaunt with fear and exhaustion. They weren’t armed. Most didn’t even wear proper shoes. But what they did have were eyes, and a pair of them, wide and wary, spotted us the moment we emerged from the alley.

The spell shattered.

One by one, dozens of gazes locked onto us.

Gasps. Whispers. Fingers pointing.

Some children screamed. A few older lionkin men reached for weapons out of instinct, but froze the moment they felt my mana flaring, like fire wrapped in silk. I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t look at them.

Because I didn’t care.

I just walked into the square and sat down.

Cross-legged.

Right in the middle of the panic.

Vex blinked at me. “Uh… Quinlan?”

“I’m not being a perv right now,” I said, trying not to sound like a horndog. “Just… get as close to me as possible.”

There was a second of silence.

Then she chuckled softly under her breath. Her puzzled state of mind had melted again into pure warmth. She had no clue what was going on but trusted me to a great extent.

Without a word, she stepped toward me and dropped into my lap.

She pressed her body to mine, wrapping her arms around my neck and mashing her chest against my own. Warm. Tight. Her legs draped across my waist, her heartbeat syncing with mine.

“Like this?” she whispered into my ear with a sultry tone.

“…Will do,” I breathed as I closed my eyes and reached inward.

Into the furnace of my body.

Into the wellspring where the primordial fire first touched me, not as a weapon, but as a companion. I had once tried to resist it, to cage its will, to shape it into a tool.

But when I stopped fighting and accepted it, when I acknowledged its hunger as my own, it didn’t consume me.

It crowned me.

And now, I called it again.

Not as a master. Not as a prisoner. But as a partner.

The response was immediate.