The dragon's harem

Mana regeneration. That was the biggest problem the spirits are facing: The growing abominations won’t be a threat if they could go all out. Here in this suppressed world, that was the only thing holding them back.

Plum alone would’ve been able to win by using the plants around the world as weapons to wipe out all life. But sadly, she has to keep her mana in check.

As far as all of them knew, there was no way to make Mana out of nothing, unless they got someone like Arad. But even he needs matter to turn into energy, and then the spirits could probably use that to generate mana with some spells.

Each time Plum went into a fight, she was always reminded that if Arad were present, she wouldn’t need to fight at all. He would just jump in and clear whatever got in their way.

Gamond was a deadly force in Yog’s world, and Arad was a mere human, but in a year, he made her shake her butt for him.

For now, they had to think of something else. Arad isn’t to win a war for them.

It was then that Plum suggested they try something. What if, when they exhaust all of their mana, she sends them back to the mortal world to recharge?

But honestly, she would rather suck their toes than do that.

The only problem with that is that Plum wasn’t that good with her roots yet, and teleporting someone like Zephyr, who has a lot of mana, felt like she was trying to fit a whole leg down her throat, or pass kidney stones. Simply, it was painful, exhausting, and not that pleasant a thing to do.

Even now, she was still feeling her roots hurting and throbbing with dull agony.

She had brought them here once, but even that was quite the challenge. The only reason she went on with it, besides needing their help, was that her soldiers were dying and getting injured outside, so she shouldn’t cry about a bit of pain and exhaustion.

She’ll do it once, but would rather not do it twice. But if it means winning, she might just need to go with it.

Gaia leaned back on her chair and smiled.

“Plum, my girl. You teleported me here, but I felt like I was being squeezed through a tiny hole. Not that comfortable.” She shook her head. “I must’ve felt like a massive dump, painful to get out.”

While Undine and Salamander didn’t seem to have noticed, Zephyr and her spirits had noticed how hard it must’ve been for Plum to teleport them here using her roots.

Gaia then leaned forward, resting her massive arms on the table, almost cracking it.

“It makes you think. No wonder the gods were using void dragons as mobile war bases. They are mostly self-sufficient as long as they have matter. If Arad were here, as long as the world existed, he wouldn’t ever run out of energy.”

She shares the same thoughts as Plum. Arad would be able to solve most of their problems.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Zephyr. “Now that I’m thinking about it. We’re powerful and he is tenacious.”

Zephyr smiled.

“Aella stuck close to him for a reason. I remember when he was just a tiny dragon walking into her family’s house. I was starved, but he was far too weak as well.” She smiled, imagining the first time she fought him.

Looking back at it, Arad was always the type to jump into the fight first and ask questions later.

Plum sighed in the back.

“We’re nothing like him. That shorty goddess sent him to our world; he was a mere human, with no magic to speak of.” She looked at the other spirits. Even Plum knew that if she spoke Yog’s name aloud, that midget horror would show up.

“I heard he showed up with a gaping hole in his chest, and straight, no joke, went to box a bear and won.” She giggled. “I bet if he were dropped here as a weak human, he’ll still find a way to kill the abomination.”

Nar laughed in the back.

“With his size? He’ll probably seduce them all, gods, he’s already drowning in women back home, so giving him a few billions more won’t matter.”

She could clearly imagine Arad sitting atop a mountain of naked clones, all of them twitching after they had been pounded to death.

They all laughed; they could imagine Arad doing that.

It was then taht it clicked in Plum’s head.

“Hold up, if the abomination controls all of the clones, doesn’t that mean that mental attacks should reach it no matter what clone we hit?” She looked at Zephyr.

She could sense it in their eyes when she first arrived and inspected one of the clones up close; it looked at her, so mental attacks should work just fine.

All the Queens became serious for a second. That could allow them to wipe all clones in a single attack.

“Mind attacks… won’t the number of clones muffle the spell? We don’t even know how many links the magic has to pass through before reaching the real body.” Zephyr quickly started going through her memories of all the spells she knew. Some of them were promising, and some weren’t.

Rilyeh lifted her hand, a weird smile on her face.

“We could host a Nymph show, have them all dance naked on the front lines.” She licked her lips with a blush, looking awake for the first time in a while. “They’ll do all the work, the abomination would die, and we wouldn’t have to do much. I call it Operation Flash-bang.”

Salamander thought about that for a second, then shook her head. “Do we even know if that would work? But it’ll work, since they are women, a naked Arad would probably work better. Do we have anyone who can shapeshift into him?”

She took looked a bit too excited for the plan. She wasn’t the only one, Nar and Undine seemed to be just as thrilled about it.

“It depends. Each abomination is unique.” Zephyr knew about abominations more than anyone here. “I once saw an abomination that couldn’t be killed, but would vanish from existence the moment you made it laugh.”

Plum frowned in the back. “So we can’t plan based on their biology.”

“Not just that.” Zephyr rested her feet on the table.

“The abomination knew it would vanish once it laughed, so it lobotomized itself so it wouldn’t understand humor at all. So, we had to capture it alive, heal it, then make it laugh.” She giggled, in pain.

“Like, all fire spirits would put up a fight against me. But Nar here would break with ease.” She looked at Nar and said with a deadpan face. “I got some air on my toes, you can get it if you suck them.”

Before Zephyr could finish speaking, Nar was already sucking them. She was too addicted to resist. That proved Zephyr’s point, so she pulled her feet away and threw Nar a massive orb of compressed air.

“See, we can’t even count on similar weakness in spirits, let alone the unpredictable abominations.”

“Yeah, that wasn’t funny at all.” Nar growled as she gave the air orb a lick and hid it away. “You can’t do me like that.”

“Come on, it’s not a secret anymore. Everyone here knows that you’ll do anything to get some of my air. I was just proving a point using the easiest method I could get.”

Zephyr looked at everyone else. “Who’s going to judge you anyway? As stupid as it may look, you’re growing stronger each time you suck my air, and at a rate that none of the others can match.”

She then flicked her fingers, causing wind to blow over the table and carry the war reports to her.

“Let’s take another look. So, when we kill some clones, more powerful ones show up.” She put all of the papers together and called all the queens to come and take a look.

“Look at this. The Western Front Report.”

The report stated that they faced 123650 clones. The spirits killed 2365 on the first wave. Then, on the second wave, 1182 clones of double power appeared in addition to more regular clones.

The numbers differ greatly from one front to another, but they all had one thing in common.

“My guess is that if we had two clones with a power of 100 and we kill them, a clone with a power of 200 would show up.” Zephyr pushed all of the papers to the other queens and showed them what she read and how she put everything together.

She could theorize as much as she wants from reading those reports, but she needs to make sure her theories are at least sane by seeing if others can reach the same conclusion as her.

The other Queens seemed to reach the same conclusion as her, which was extremely concerning.

Plum looked at Zephyr with a pale face.

“Does this mean there is no big bad abomination controlling those clones? Those clones themselves are the abomination split apart, and by killing it, we’re slowly bringing it to a single whole?”

As Zephyr nodded, Plum rushed in and read the papers once more.

Just the Western Front faced 123650 clones, counted by her spirits. That means if each of them was as powerful as a level 100… so 100 times all of those clones…

12365000 levels worth of power would emerge there if they managed to kill all the clones and force them to combine into one being.

What kind of horror would emerge if they killed all of the clones in this world? Can they even fight such a thing?

“Our cards are limited then.” Rilyeh smiled. “So? Operation Flash-Bang?”