The dragon's harem

Chapter 2109: An Even Worse Nightmare

The orcs kept spilling out of the rift like an endless flood, but now, neither Lucy nor Isdis were to stand there and face them. Those two had already moved to a safe place so Amaterasu could help sooth Lucy’s pain, and with that, the only one left standing in front of the gate was Gojo.

The moment the orcs got out, their entire army halted as they could see a single man standing alone on the snow, giving them PTSD about when Lucy appeared in front of them. But this one... he seemed utterly wrong.

The orcs didn’t know what it was, but this white-haired alien felt even more threatening than the previous two. The face he was making, the fact he stood alone facing them all, and the fact that the Arctic’s winds had stopped blowing the moment he showed up all caused them nothing but anxiety.

”Seeing you all here... hurting Lucy.” Gojo growled with a nasty smile extending from one ear to the other, and looked toward the orcs with split, burning blue eyes. ”...It’s making me mad.”

The darkness swelling behind him, the endless nightmarish hunger, and the devastating flood of psychic rage that burst out of Gojo’s body washed over the orcs like a deadly cloud, and at that moment, their eyes opened wide.

Their faces paled, and what their minds could see was utter terror. Gojo’s thoughts, psychotic impulses going rogue, how he identified every one of them, tore their memories open to find their families and entire bloodline so he could massacre them later, and how he was going to kill and torture every one of them.

Every single orc understood, even if Gojo didn’t speak to them and they couldn’t even understand his language. They knew it wasn’t him against the entire army; it had long since become a personal grudge against every orc.

Dwarfed by the utter murderous madness spilling out of Gojo’s mind and soul, the orcs -many of them instantly died of seizures- and those who didn’t turned around and started killing each other, trying to run back to their world, grab their families, and run to some hole and hide.

Gojo still hasn’t moved a single muscle, yet more than half the charging orcs have died, and the other half are already rushing back into the rift, leaving a sea of bloodied corpses behind them. No one wanted to face this unhinged monster waiting for them, but they didn’t have a choice.

Gojo wasn’t going to let them get away with invading his land and causing Lucy so much agony and pain, and thus, he retaliated. His dark void expanded toward the rift like a rushing wall, crushing everything in its path, and when it clashed with the orcs’ bodies, it disintegrated them into atoms.

From all of the millions of orcs that had emerged out of the rift, only one was allowed to go back, and even he wasn’t spared. The moment the terrified orc emerged from the other side of the rift, horrified and traumatized, the other orcs rushed to try to understand what had happened on the other side.

”What did happen?” One shouted, but the orc kept crying and mumbling to himself.

”He is coming, he is coming!”

The other orcs watched him for a second, but then decided that what he knew must be learned no matter what. They immediately gave him an injection and knocked him out; this would at least help him sleep through the trauma for a while.

It only took the medicine a second to knock the orc out, and in the next ten seconds, they had already rushed him to the encampment research facility, where they put him on a large armored bed and attacked countless probes to his mind. They have the technology to safely extract the memories still stored in his short-term memory, which will give them a general idea about what happened while they wait for him to wake up and tell them about what happened before that.

The machines turned on, the screens lit, and the speakers started making noise. In the medical hall, more than fifty orcs stood, watching with pale faces. They were the generals, the head commanders, and the higher-ups overseeing this military operation.

They were used to losing millions of soldiers in a day; it was by design, and everyone knew that. But not like this. Those orcs usually die fighting something powerful, not just die out of nowhere and kill each other like crazed maniacs.

It was then that they heard it from the speakers, a contentious, ear-piercing, clicking sound, like a million orcs clicking their tongues one after another in an indecipherable cacophony. ”His mind is broken; those brainwaves mean nothing.” The scientist, who only looked at the graph and didn’t listen due to his sound-isolating headphones, exclaimed confidently.

The others weren’t as confused. To them, the sound, while they heard it as just clicking and were aware of that, their brains could translate it. The same way someone can smell cooking meat just by hearing the sizzling, their brains took the clicking and understood it.

What they were hearing wasn’t words but emotions, will, and intent translated into sound, the raw language of the mind. One of the orcs, a genius scientist who studied the aliens for several decades, gasped.

Without knowing it, the scientist mumbled, translating the clicking in real time as they heard it. ”Land, Ownership, Violation, Invaders, Ruler, Kill, Fuck, Burn, World, Family, Fire, Torn, Bow, Useless, Invaders, Back, Nothing, Crush...” She then looked back, ”And it’s on repeat, like the thoughts of a single, enraged being.”

They all stared at her. They knew they had pissed something dangerous, and that it was coming to kill them all, but how, when, or how they could stop it. They didn’t know.

”We have to close the rift. That thing is a powerful, psychic alien. It can control and bend the mind; we don’t have that many defences against that besides several expensive and hard to produce drugs.”

”We can’t do that.” One of the generals growled after a moment of silence.

The scientist turned around and glared right back at him, her glowing green eyes, large fangs, and eyebrows twisted into a frown. ”Excuse my language, but you understand how fucked we are if that thing cross over to our side?”

The general remained silent for a long moment. ”It’s a state secret; I cannot disclose it. But we cannot under any circumstances close the rift without permission from the higher-ups, and that would take days to get if they approve.”

The scientist was about to curse, but that thought immediately vanished from her head when she saw him. A beautiful, pale-skinned, tall, human-looking man with snow-white hair and gorgeous, burning blue eyes. He was staring right at her soul.

”We can talk!” The scientist immediately cried, but the general, who was just speaking, immediately turned around, pulled his gun, and fired a round right between Gojo’s eyes.

Gojo didn’t dodge the bullet; the bullet dodged Gojo as it changed its direction and hit the wall. The general gasped, but his permission to live had already expired. Gojo silently stepped by his side, and with a shift move, shoved his entire fist up his anus and pulled the intestines out. The orc was still alive when Gojo hanged him from the ceiling lamp by his bleeding guts, and then gave everyone else a deathly glare. ”Who’s next?”

They cannot hope to win in a fight, so the only path forward, as crazy as it sounded, was words. ”Please hear me. We can talk this over.” The scientist cried, insisting even though she wasn’t sure if Gojo could even understand what she was saying.

She threw a glance at the security cameras outside and wet herself on the spot. The general wasn’t the only one; there were thousands of orcs outside killed in the same manner and hanging by their intestine from street lamps, truck doors, and even tank cannons. This entire encampment had been massacred by this... strange alien.