Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 330: Mordecai

Abudha made a quick prayer motion, followed by his Heralds. ”I don’t like their numbers, though.”

Iris drew her blade and coldly stated; ”quality over quantity.”

Just like that, our formation was established and we began rushing in the direction where Blossom smelt the least opposition.

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It only took us a second or so to see them; over a dozen soldiers stood in our way. I call them soldiers despite likely being criminals because they are wearing uniform armor, making them seem like a professional army. However, three stood out from the rest.

The first person was a towering figure whose armor was dulled and scarred, likely from countless battles. He gripped the hilt of his massive sword with both hands while looking like a knight at prayer.

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The second was a cute woman whose gaze was rather emotionless as she calmly watched us. Her high stockings peeked out from beneath the edges of her tunic, which immediately caught my eye. If I wasn’t in a desperate situation I would’ve even basked in the alluring sight of her bare thighs, but alas… She was likely here to brutally murder us.

She had the thinnest and weakest blade I’ve seen in my entire life. This girl was definitely a speedster, but even then, I had no idea why her ’sword’ would be in such a feeble form. With her expected high level, she should have no trouble swinging around normal blades at all.

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Then my eyes were lain on the final ’boss’ of the enemies. ’He’ was in the middle of the two sword wielders, making ’him’ seem to be the highest authority of the bunch. I am not sure if it’s a male, though, since it’s the most monsterized human I’ve ever seen.

It’s a creepy entity with ugly, sharp teeth and with his breath continuously oozing out some purple putrid substance instead of the transparent air that should come out of one’s lungs. I’m getting mad scientist vibes from this one who experimented on his own body, turning it into something entirely unnatural.

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”Keke! You’ve got good senses, doggie! Even amongst the hundreds of canine-kins I captured and experimented on, you’re the first one who smelled us with my concoction applied. Now I really want to take you apart to understand how this strange phenomenon occurred.” The monsterized human screeched happily. Just like the rest of his appearance, his voice was monstrous too. It was horrible on my ears just listening to it.

It was something like jagged metal scraping against bone. It had a shrill, unnatural quality with each word rasped out in gasps that were both too quick and too drawn out. His words came layered with oily wetness as if something thick and viscous was bubbling up from deep within his chest. There was a sickly, gurgling undertone in his voice that made it sound as though he was speaking through a mouthful of spoiled blood. Each laugh burst forth in choking, crackling wheezes, turning his mockery into a maddening, hellish shriek that clawed at the edges of sanity. It was as if his voice alone could spread demonic corruption.

I’m getting very bad feelings from these three. My primordial senses are screaming at me to stop where I stand, and I do exactly just that by grabbing Lucille before she could jump at them, and instruct the rest of my team through our mental link. Thankfully Ambition wasn’t at the front but next to her archers, and so was Aurora, thus none of us rushed at them.

The same can’t be said for Gragan, the brave giant of a woman who let out a challenging roar before swinging at all three of them at the same time.

She swung her massive axe with reckless abandon, fully embracing the moment like a warrior who was addicted to the thrill of combat. It seemed like her sheer size and strength made her an unstoppable force- that was just my logic playing a trick on me, though.

In the next instant, the slim woman with the sexy thigh highs vanished.

A blink. That’s all it took and she was gone. She slipped out of reality as if she were never there. I strained to follow her movements, but my eyes barely managed to catch a shadow shifting. When I saw her again she was already in front of Gragan. Her blade was etched deep inside the massive woman, easily piercing through the heavy armor as if it were butter. The tip went through Gragan’s heart and emerged clean on the other side. The woman then effortlessly pulled her sword back without a single wasted motion with her expression being utterly calm.

”This is… not how I… wanted to go…” Gragan whispered while looking at the woman who just destroyed her heart through the heavy armor that no doubt protected her life magnificently up until this point. ℞ΑꞐ𝙤ΒÈș

The woman in question shrugged her shoulders dismissively. ”You’re too weak to have a say in how you depart from this world, little girl.”

”… Is that... so…?”

Gragan had a brief, dejected smile on her face before her large form collapsed in the next moment with her blood pooling beneath her, darkening the ground in a wide circle. Her two Heralds let out cries of rage as their faces contorted with grief and fury. Their eyes turned bloodshot and they charged forward, abandoning all sense of strategy, driven only by the desire to avenge their fallen leader.

The man with the massive sword lifted his head while calmly opening his eyes from the trance-like state he had been in. He gripped his weapon and before I could even register his movements he was there- right between Gragan’s companions. His blade flashed in a single arc that cleaved through flesh and armor alike. The two subordinates barely had time to grunt before their bodies fell to the ground in two bloody halves with their faces frozen in eternal shock.

Shit… I felt that something was wrong with these people. It’s one thing for the girl who looked to be all about Agility to move so fast that I couldn’t even follow her, but for the knight to be so swift… It could only mean one thing. They were above level 40 if not more.

”Hahahaha!” Soren then suddenly burst out into a maniacal laughter as he rushed toward the trio of our enemies, all the while dragging Lyra behind him. ”I no longer need to pretend to be an obnoxious young master! I did my part, Lord Mordecai, I led them to you! The Veil Walker is somewhere here, she keeps disappearing for hours on end but never truly leaves.”

So that’s how it is. Soren was a mole who must’ve been in communications with the Phantom League all along. Now I understand how they got us so fast.

”Kekeke! You’ll be paid handsomely.” Was all the crazy man, Mordecai, stated in response before shouting, letting his unnaturally deep and monstrous voice travel across the land. ”Vex ’The Hexblade’, show your face! It’s time I kill you for what your master did to me a century ago!”

Suddenly, a high-pitched feminine giggling rippled across us before a shadow leaped down from the sky.