Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 758

Chapter 758: Aftermath
As such, I decided to help this woman out by changing her position in my arms, wrapping my left arm under her thighs, and resting her back against my left shoulder. This freed my right hand, which I used to stroke her lush white hair in a calming manner.

My actions seemed to have been well received, if her soft purring and hands grabbing onto mine to ensure I don’t stop her petting was anything to go by.

“What’s up with Kaelira and her team?” I asked while not daring to cease my hand motions even for one second.

It was Ayame who replied, “They stayed behind to ensure no more lions ran into the city after us, giving them the chance to attack from the back.”

“Great. Let’s check on them then.”

As we began our walk toward the city wall, each step felt just a little easier than the last. The side effects from the mana potion overdose were finally beginning to dull. Slowly, but surely.

The crushing headache that had pounded against my skull like war drums eased into a dull throb. The swimmy haze in my vision started to clear, colors sharpening, lines returning to their proper places. My heart, which had been racing like a wild beast in my chest, began to slow to something more tolerable. Not ideal… but manageable. Good enough to fight again if I had to. Hopefully, I wouldn’t.

The others walked with me in a calm but ready formation, all eyes scanning the devastation I had caused. Rubble and smoke mingled with the wind as we moved through Lionheart, a giant city with over a million inhabitants reduced to nothing but ruins in the aftermath of my firestorm.

When we reached the edge of the battlefield outside the walls, the scene that welcomed us could only be described as utter collapse.

Most of the lionkin soldiers had already broken formation, abandoning all semblance of strategy and discipline when I’d erupted hellfire in the heart of their city. The screams of their families echoing from burning homes had shattered their composure, and their instinct to protect overtook their training. After all, most of them were fighting to protect their loved ones, not for glory, duty, or anything abstract like that.

Indeed, they scattered in panic, desperate to flee or return home, leaving their flanks wide open.

As a result, the dogkin and wolfkin tore through them like a tide. The beastkin’s victorious war cries rang out in contrast to the lionkin’s dying screams. There were only a few lionkin left now, most isolated and surrounded, being beaten down, disarmed, and executed without mercy.

But while one side of the battle had ended, another raged on in the distance.

The forces of the Covenant of Eternity were still locked in combat, but not for long. Their massive undead hordes—the ones that had once seemed endless—were now thinning at a rapid pace.

They collapsed in mounds, burned, frozen, or torn apart by the relentless assault of the Vesper Consortium’s army that was now reinforced by the freed-up dogkin and wolfkin forces, pressing the advantage from every direction, making a coordinated maneuver with the three armies.

The Necromancers—ehem, I mean Corpse Animators—were doing their best to buff their minions, but it was all to no avail.

The Covenant’s commanders were trying to retreat, desperately instructing their soldiers to shield their elites as their formations crumbled. I could see their mages casting supportive spells, raising barriers as they fell back under overwhelming pressure. Their thralls continued fighting even after losing limbs or heads, but without direction, they were easy prey.

And then my eyes caught a different sight off to the side.

Black Fang and Orianna stood as motionless as statues, their robes billowing in the wind as they stared down at the woman before them.

Raika.

She lay crumpled on the ground. Her limbs were limp, her clothes torn in multiple places. It was no surprise her life signals were faint… Once again, she’d nearly gotten herself killed in her reckless abandon.

Judging by the gored corpses and shattered armor scattered around her, she must’ve jumped into the fray the moment she got the chance, punching her way through until her body gave out.

How typical. This was definitely a defining Raika moment, something that happened quite often based on the deadpan expressions of the two ancient ladies.

Vex and I sighed in unison, perfectly synchronized in thought.

Orianna made a graceful motion with her fingers, and a thick-stemmed plant erupted from the ground beneath Raika, curling up to envelop her completely. It didn’t seem hostile, more like a protective cocoon. The newly created plant began following the pink-haired, inked baddie as the pair started moving toward the chaos in the distance.

By now, the battle between the Covenant and our alliance was in its death throes. The Covenant’s rear commanders had begun to flee, barking orders for their troops to hold the line and die for their retreat.

The dogkin, wolfkin, and Consortium forces didn’t hesitate to capitalize on the chance they were given. They tore through the remaining undead and other minions like wolves through brittle bone.

Without their masters to guide them, the foot soldiers fell within minutes.

And yet, when the path cleared and the enemy’s backs were exposed, no pursuit followed. Vargis, Skarn, and Maelstrom raised their weapons. Not to charge, but to signal a halt.

“Chasing cornered dark magicians is never a good idea… Let the rats run!” Maelstrom bellowed across the battlefield, his voice magically amplified until even the retreating enemy could hear it ringing in their ears.

Then, a quiet voice sliced through the moment like a dagger through silk.

“Another war, another blood-soaked tally under your command, Maelstrom.”

Black Fang’s words were soft, but her accusation struck like thunder.

Maelstrom flinched, his head snapping toward the voice. His jaw clenched, with his expression darkening like stormclouds gathering behind his eyes. It was as if he’d just come face-to-face with his sworn enemy, not a fellow department head who should be his ally.

“Black Fang…” he growled with extreme displeasure.