Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 753

Chapter 753: From Bad to Worse
“Go! Hold him down!”

My summoned minions surged forward in sync, following my command down to the letter.

And with a throbbing head and a rapidly beating heart, I ran for Vex.

As I sprinted toward her, I shoved a hand into my pocket ring and fumbled for the slim vial tucked near the back; my third high-tier mana elixir of the day.

I hesitated for a split second. Just a split second. It wasn’t recommended to consume three elixirs in a day.

But I popped the cork and downed it, having no time for such thoughts.

The potion went down easily, and I felt it hit instantly.

Why wasn’t it recommended to consume more than two elixirs?

There was a very good reason why people didn’t keep chugging these concoctions down.

The first dose restored 60% of the consumer’s maximum mana, clean and pure.

The second was less generous at 30%, but still extremely valuable.

This third time? Five percent. If you were lucky.

And with it, the risk of side effects.

I didn’t even need to wait for them. They came immediately.

My heart slammed into overdrive, hammering like I’d just consumed liters of raw energy drinks. It wasn’t invigorating as one might assume; it felt just plain wrong. My pulse rattled in my ears, coursing through me with a rhythm too fast to feel anything but as if I was about to suffer a heart attack.

Then came the vertigo.

The world tilted.

Not just the ground or the air, but reality itself felt off-axis.

My vision started to swim, lines blurring and doubling. Every step forward felt like I was about to fall. My headache flared to a sharp, stabbing sensation.

But it was worth it: I simply needed mana to get out of here, as running on our feet wasn’t an option. We had to get to safety as soon as possible. As such, our only two options were to fly away with my wind powers or teleport away.

I could feel the mana flooding back into my core, letting me know I was capable of casting what I needed.

At the same time as I was running for Vex, the soul soldiers I had summoned with [March of the Damned] threw themselves against Leohtar Sunfang in a raging tidal wave. There was no hesitation. No fear. No strategy.

Only unyielding, programmed obedience.

The lionkin specters hurled themselves at him like moths to fire, cutting, stabbing, and slamming against his golden frame. If they had enough brainpower to evaluate the situation, then they would know that they were about to fall, to die for me. But they didn’t care one bit. One after another, they gave their lives trying to bind him down just long enough.

“Vex!” I shouted desperately.

She turned her head, and for the briefest moment, our eyes locked.

Leohtar Sunfang—the goddamn monster—had been the one to orchestrate the slaughter of her family, the one who sent the lionkin to raid her village. The fire in her stare told me she still remembered every single name.

She wanted him dead. She wanted to bleed him out and break every inch of him.

But more than that…

I could tell by the moistening of her eyes that she didn’t want me to die for her vengeance.

I saw it in her expression as she pivoted.

Saw the choice in her burning red eyes.

She disengaged with a curse under her breath and bolted toward me.

Smart girl.

We didn’t have the luxury of revenge today. We had to become stronger to earn that right.

Leohtar Sunfang’s eyes widened as the spectral warriors rushed him.

“What the hell is this?!” he snarled, swinging his massive axe to intercept Vex as she darted away from their duel.

But before the weapon could reach her, five lionkin specters leapt into the arc, forming a wall of soulsteel and glowing eyes.

They didn’t scream. They didn’t cry. They just shattered into nothingness, disintegrated on contact. Utterly erased by the sheer might of the golden axe.

Leohtar roared in fury, which was a sound akin to a beast unchained, and began slaughtering the soul-forged phalanx with relentless force. Each of his swings cut down groups of them. Halberds were shattered, bows snapped in two, swords broken mid-swing.

But I didn’t care.

I wasn’t watching the carnage.

I was running.

Running for her.

My arm stretched out. My mana buzzed like poison in my veins. My head throbbed like a war drum, but my voice came steady:

“[Warp Gate].”

A ripple burst to life at my side in the form of a spiraling rift of energy, rotating faster and brighter than it should’ve been thanks to the unstable mana I was channeling.

I reached for Vex…

But she reached me first. Not in the way that our hands collided and grabbed onto each other’s, but in that she tackled me, hard.

We went airborne just as a large group of lionkin warriors dropped down with a thunderous crash, exactly where I’d been standing.

Vex’s back caught the edge of a blade. Her skin was ripped open, leaving a deep and brutal wound. Another slash tore across her thigh, making her blood immediately begin bursting out. She spat a mouthful of it across my chest.

“No!” I screamed as my voice broke and my rage boiled over.

I was too slow. Too weak.

More and more lionkin descended on our location, rallying around Leohtar, bolstering his flank. The tide was turning fast: the soul warriors were being overwhelmed.

Vex’s body was trembling in my arms as we flew backward, the momentum of her mighty tackle still pushing the two of us through the air. I did my utmost to summon my wind powers forth, to use the opportunity to fly away to safety, but due to the extreme speed with which we traveled and my mana’s sorry state, all I could do was slow our flight speed down a bit so the eventual landing wouldn’t be overly painful, no matter how much I tried.

She coughed again, making another spray of blood land on my chest.

“I failed… I’m still not strong enough…” she murmured weakly, dejectedly.

Her voice trembled for a moment, but then… she stopped shaking. She looked up at me with her flaring red eyes being deadly serious.

“Quin, you need to open the gate as soon as we land. To a specific place.”

“What? Where?”

She spat another mouthful of blood but steeled her body to have the strength to state, “To the drug manufacturing outpost, where the first Phenom Trial round took place.”

Her hand darted to the silver chain around her neck. She gripped it. The pendant at the end—a black fang—lit up.