Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1085: Unseen Strike

Their expressions steeled. Even Vex managed to end her episode and straighten her back.

Seraphiel’s gaze shifted toward Sylvaris. Excited sparks danced in her gorgeous blue eyes. ”Mom, let’s assault the human capital together!”

The serene moon elf responded with a soft, tender smile. ”From a mother-daughter pair of sex slaves sold for pleasure, to invaders of the human capital...” she murmured as her hands moved gracefully, weaving arcs of pale moonlight that flowed into the constructs she had crafted. Their frames shimmered as the magic took hold, granting them a sudden burst of speed and durability.

The army of moonborn constructs then shifted in unison, adjusting formation. Then, like a meteor shower breaking from the heavens, they began their silent descent aimed directly at the unprotected backs of the human guards still tangled in battle against Jasmine’s mercenaries and Quinlan’s soul army.

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Deep beneath the earth, Quinlan moved.

A small weight sat atop his head; a three-tailed fox, her tiny claws tangled lightly in his hair. Kitsara, who had taken on this shrunken form to save space. Her tails twitched with restrained excitement, brushing against his neck one after the other. As the princess of the dogkin people, she was also painfully aware of the severity of what they were doing today. She couldn’t wait to boast about it to her father and older brother.

Behind them ran Blossom, following the trail Quinlan carved. The three of them had teamed up for this particular maneuver.

Once in position, Quinlan slowed. His steps came to a halt in the bowels of Valorian’s underbelly.

Kitsara’s tiny claws pressed harder against his scalp as if she, too, sensed what was coming. Blossom stopped just behind him, anticipation bleeding from every fiber of her being.

”Hold on tight,” Quinlan muttered. His eyes lifted toward the endless earth above them.

Then he moved.

The ground groaned in response as stone and soil bent to his will. A spiral churn tore through the bedrock, spinning with terrifying precision. It was an earth drill that split a path straight toward the surface.

Wind roared to life beneath his feet, flooding the newborn tunnel. Quinlan bent it around his body, propelling himself upward like a missile. Walls shuddered, earth splintered, and the tunnel expanded with every heartbeat.

Quinlan was not at all a man who used the earth magic to tunnel like a dirt mole. He was a force of nature, punching a hole through the capital’s soil.

Kitsara’s fur was nearly flattened against her tiny fox form, her tails streaming like banners in the gale. Her little body trembled against his hair, but her eyes gleamed with exhilaration. Blossom clung to Quinlan’s legs, happy little laughter bubbling from her throat as her wagging tail whipped the air behind her like a blur.

In an instant, they broke through.

The shabby flooring of a tavern exploded in a storm of dust and flying planks. Quinlan soared into the smoke-filled air.

Kitsara leapt from his head immediately, twisting gracefully in the air, and before her small body could land, her form shimmered into illusion.

Where the fox had been, now stood King Alexios Valorian himself, regal and proud. A single tail detached mid-shift, unraveling into the second illusion. Queen Morgana Ravenshade, as cold as ever. ℞₳Νó₿Ёṣ

A perfect ruse. If guards lay a second trap inside the room where Jasmine’s mom stayed, hesitation was guaranteed if it was their king and queen who walked in instead of nasty criminal intruders.

Of course, any competent soldier would sense that something was wrong soon enough, as to why the king and queen were entering a shabby inn that was surrounded by chaos all around.

But even a few seconds of hesitation would be more than enough to give them the advantage of the first move.

Blossom and Kitsara darted off instantly, chasing the trace of Jasmine’s mother that Blossom had picked up on earlier. However, Quinlan didn’t follow. Instead, he rose higher and soon, his boots landed on the tavern’s shabby roof.

And then, with his palm aimed, he unleashed pure mayhem.

Flames erupted in pillars, devouring entire rows of soldiers. Walls of water slammed across avenues, sweeping men and women alike. Spears of stone ripped out of the ground, skewering formations that had barely regrouped. Whirlwinds tore weapons from hands and bodies from the streets, scattering them across the city like discarded dolls.

Not a single drop of mana was spared—he went all out from the very beginning.

His onslaught was merciless in its nature, not sparing even potential civilian losses, for he couldn’t afford to. The symphonies of fire, wind, water, and stone crashed together into a singular chorus of devastation. Soldiers who had just reeled from the moonborn descent and mercenary press suddenly found themselves drowned in the Devil’s storm.

And yet, in the eye of this hurricane stood the shabby tavern. Untouched. Unburned. Protected by a subtle shaping of his will, it alone stood unscathed amidst the rapidly mounting ruin.

A shadow of a grin touched Quinlan’s lips as screams and chaos filled the capital streets. His girls could’ve needed an opening to retreat unscathed. They didn’t ask for it, but as the protective man he was, Quinlan ventured to ensure that all his girls returned home safely, even without being asked to do so.

To that end, he gave them the safe opening carved in blood and terror.

Then a voice brushed against his mind. Blossom’s relief and joy were nearly tangible.

Quinlan’s magic halted immediately. Flames died. The tsunamis stopped being fed. Stone stilled. Whirlwinds unraveled into dust.

He used his feet to tear through the rooftop and find his girls, then the [Warp Gate] unfurled before them. With not a single glance given to the chaos and devastation he had left in his wake, Quinlan Elysiar stepped through, vanishing into the void.

The greatest terrorist attack in the history of Valorian had concluded in a matter of a single minute.