Hundreds of monsters clashed with hundreds of demonic beasts—over a thousand fiends locked in brutal combat.
The first to unleash slaughter was the leader of the 4th Legion, Pierre, the mad flame incarnate, charging at the very front.
“Hehehehe!”
Just before colliding head-on with a charging monster, Pierre leapt high and dove inside its reach. With his jaws wide open, he turned back to the creature and laughed maniacally, swinging his arms wildly. A chilling gleam flashed violently before the monster’s eyes.
The monster’s neck was severed cleanly, flying through the air. It arced gracefully before dropping—landing squarely inside Pierre’s gaping mouth.
Crunch!
With a single bite, Pierre crushed its head.
But that was barely a snack to him. Wiping the blood from his mouth, he chuckled darkly. His eyes glowed a fierce red, clearly searching for the next prey.
That was the signal to begin the full-scale battle. Soon, the demonic beasts swarmed after their legion leader, pouncing on every monster they saw.
Though caught off guard, the monsters didn’t stay passive. Following their leader’s orders, they launched counterattacks. Some remained crouched, baring sharp teeth, while others rose up, thrashing their tentacles with dazzling speed.
“Kieeeeeeek!”
One monster, sensing a comrade torn apart by the tentacles of the attacking beasts, let out a furious roar. It lunged forward, wrapping its tentacles around a frolicking beast and slammed it hard into the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The impact echoed four times in rapid succession, as if one hit wasn’t enough.
Breathing heavily, the monster stared into the dust cloud rising from the ground. Even as the tightly coiled tentacles twisted its head grotesquely, it stabbed them with its glossy, sickle-like claws—and bit down hard, letting out a sinister laugh.
Enraged to the core, the monster quickly withdrew its tentacles and opened its jaws wide. Only after its torso was torn apart by sharp teeth did the beast’s laughter fade.
“Kihi, kihihehe!”
“Kieeeek! Kaaak!”
The clash between the two forces had reached a fierce crescendo. The earth was gouged deeply, dust billowing wildly. Blood sprayed through the air with every roar.
Chaos reigned everywhere. No, calling it chaos almost felt like an understatement.
It was a savage brawl—no tactics, no strategy—just raw, primal violence as flesh was torn and limbs ripped apart. It was like watching dogs fight in a muddy pit.
“Hmm…”
Watching the scene unfold, Vivian let out a low sigh. She sensed something strange beneath the ongoing battle.
Pierre’s initial dominance was impressive. The first clash clearly favored his side. But as time passed, the monsters adapted, their responses growing more flexible. Now, the fight had nearly evened out.
“Hehehehehehe!”
Perhaps… without Pierre rampaging through the center, the tide might have turned against them.
Thinking this, Vivian grasped the Order of Order, radiating a brilliant light. The 4th Legion summoned here was the sixth strongest among the 66 legions. Using the Order’s inherent magic charge, she could summon one more legion.
But which legion to call forth?
Vivian had contracts with all 66 demonic legions. In theory, she could summon any of them.
Yet, in reality, she lacked the magic power to summon all of them. The 2nd Legion, known as the Hell Guard, and the 3rd Legion, the Hell’s Regular Extermination Squad, were already beyond her reach. The legendary 1st Legion, never seen by the world and spoken of only in myths, was out of the question.
Excluding the special conditions required for the 6th and 66th Legions, the strongest legion she could currently summon was the 4th Legion.
So she hesitated. Simply summoning one more legion to gain numerical advantage felt uncertain. The monsters’ movements were ambiguous. The 4th Legion was already locked in a brutal fight—would the lower legions even be able to support them? Or would their arrival only complicate the battle further, clashing with the fiercely individualistic 4th Legion?
Then—
“Huuuuup!”
Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out from somewhere.
Pipipipipipipipipip!
A series of piercing sounds echoed simultaneously.
All Vivian felt was something sharp whizzing past her.
Moments later, a monster that had been pinning down a demonic beast and biting fiercely let out a shriek and collapsed.
Blinking in surprise, Vivian saw ten arrows embedded precisely between the monster’s brows. As it staggered to rise, a flash of light struck again, and it fell once more.
Relief washed over Vivian’s face. She no longer needed to hesitate. She knew well the users capable of firing ten arrows at once or transforming arrows into flashes of light.
“They’re here!”
Vivian called out. As if on cue, a slender man raised his right arm, and a woman with flowing hair and a generous chest landed lightly on the ground.
“Ah, so you’re the one the Clan Lord mentioned.”
“Good work, Vivian. The clan members and users are on their way to help.”
They were none other than Seon Yuun and Im Hanna.
Vivian exhaled in relief. The two archers glanced briefly ahead, then turned to speak in unison.
“But where is the Clan Lord?”
“Where is the Clan Lord?”
Vivian looked at them, puzzled.
“Huh? Kim Suhyun? Haven’t seen him.”
“You haven’t?”
“Yeah. I was just told to stall for time. He hasn’t come here.”
“…?”
Seon Yuun’s face showed confusion; Im Hanna’s was shadowed with worry. But there was no time to dwell on it.
Suddenly, a strange, indescribable sound echoed nearby, harsh and agonizing.
“Kyaaaaaaak!”
The noise was so grating that Im Hanna instinctively covered her ears. Seon Yuun turned his face away, then quickly looked forward again.
When he scanned the front, he furrowed his brow.
“…What’s that?”
He had expected a chaotic brawl, but it wasn’t that.
The battle had shifted abruptly at the sound’s onset. The monsters suddenly flattened themselves, as if preparing to flee—though they couldn’t escape like when they first arrived. Pierre and the demonic beasts were watching with bloodshot eyes.
One thing was clear: the monsters were considering retreat.
Soon, dozens of footsteps and countless shouts came from inside the fence. The monsters spun around as if there was nothing left to see. Seon Yuun’s eyes gleamed with meaning.
Bright moonlight bathed the forest. Though most of the undergrowth was thick, a few wide clearings lay scattered, where shadows writhed silently in the moonlight. Countless shadows moved swiftly across the clearing, too many to count at a glance.
At the forefront ran a man.
Or rather, “ran” wasn’t quite right. It was strange—his body flowed smoothly, as if sliding down a slide.
But it lasted only a moment. Just as he was about to enter the dense underbrush, he stopped abruptly.
That man and those following him were none other than the monsters that had ambushed the southern expedition. Realizing reinforcements had arrived, he chose to sacrifice his comrades fighting at the front and flee swiftly.
The man stared intently into the dark forest. A terrifying aura radiated from within, piercing his entire body mercilessly.
A familiar sensation. Earlier, the monsters had failed to cross the fence because they sensed a strange energy in the dark mist swirling nearby.
But the man had no time to ponder. Front, left, and right—all paths were blocked. Demonic beasts and users surrounded him from three directions. There was only one way out. After a brief hesitation, he moved again.
Moments later—
“Hmm. So you’ve finally arrived.”
A low voice caught the man’s eye. Standing quietly ahead was a young man.
The man felt relief. Unlike the large group from before, only this young man stood there—calmly puffing on a cigarette with an air of ease.
Once the decision to retreat forward was made, neither the man nor the monsters showed any sign of slowing down. So much so that one of the monsters was already closing in on the man from the right side—the very same monster he had promised to feed first, carrying a woman slumped over his shoulder.
Then, just as the monster’s wide-open maw was about to clamp down, the young man calmly raised his left arm. Aligning with the monster’s approach, he swung his fist with all his might.
Bam!
His punch struck the monster’s head with a solid impact. The spot he hit caved in deeply, while the opposite side bulged out dramatically before bursting open with a satisfying pop. The monster, charging forward with fierce momentum, sprayed blood from the rupture and collapsed helplessly.
At that moment, the man—who had no intention of stopping—found his body frozen without realizing it.
“238… no, 237. I thought they’d at least drop to double digits. Could it be that Vivian’s falling behind?”
But he was the only one who stopped. The instincts from his monster days, combined with the heightened human senses he’d developed, had merged into an evolved perception that finally detected the young man’s deadly aura and sent out a warning.
Yet the monsters, still unrefined, were different. Even after seeing their comrade fall so easily, they continued to lash out with their tentacles, sliding forward relentlessly.
The young man paid them no mind. Flicking away a cigarette butt, he wiped his hand and smacked his lips.
“Well, guess I have no choice but to use my sword.”
At once, four monsters surrounded him, launching their attack. But the young man remained unfazed, drawing a long sword that gleamed coldly in the moonlight. His eyes flashed with a chill that matched the blade’s reflection.
In that instant, his entire demeanor shifted.
He leapt into the air, soaring nearly two meters high. As the monsters lunged with outstretched tentacles, he spun gracefully in midair, dodging their strikes with ease. Then, descending straight down, he landed squarely on the shoulder of one monster.
Thud!
The moment his foot touched the monster’s shoulder, his sword plunged into its skull. The creature’s head bulged and cracked again with a loud pop, spraying blood and brain matter everywhere. The other monsters lashed out once more, and this time their tentacles pierced the man’s body precisely. The watching man’s eyes widened in shock.
Moments later, the young man’s form shimmered faintly, then vanished without a trace.
Snap!
When had he moved? His new form descended silently, landing lightly where he had originally stood.
The man couldn’t read the young man’s movements. All he saw was a thin thread of blood trailing from the sword’s tip, and—just a step too late—the dazzling flashes of light illuminating the area around his comrades.
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ching!
Finally, the mysterious black sword vanished, and the monsters collapsed simultaneously, their bodies oozing fluids.
Thud!
The battle was over at last. Not only the man but all the monsters froze, staring at the young man.
The monsters had charged with full force, intending to force a retreat, but they fell with such ease. And as if to say they were just warming up, the young man twirled his sword casually.
A sudden breeze stirred, gently lifting his neatly settled hair.
The young man’s gaze swept the surroundings. The man felt his entire body tense as those two eyes slowly turned, locking onto him with a sudden red glow.
“Father’s nowhere to be seen… The others are just small fry. And this guy here—he’s the only one who’s actually evolved, huh?”
The man heard those words clearly.
Without hesitation, he shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Kyaaaaaaaah!”
And with all his might, he bolted sideways.
That was the signal. The monsters scattered in all directions. The young man watched the man’s retreat with a faint smile.
“You’re still quick to read the situation.”
He crouched low, then sprang forward, his new form bounding powerfully in the direction the man had fled.
In an instant, silence fell over the empty space. Only five bodies lay scattered on the ground, lonely and still.
Deep in the night.
In the dark forest.
A hunting season had begun—one that was a little too sudden, and too brutal to be called a massacre.
---------------------------= Author’s Note =---------------------------
Thank you for the comments yesterday. I read all your opinions carefully. To be honest… I do have a personal wish when writing. It’s that when I write erotic scenes, your reactions come out just the way I want. For example…
“Hmm. I never thought Royujin would write something this explicit. Looks like he’s not a ‘scene eunuch’ anymore.”
“Oh my, how embarrassing. This is way too sexy. It’s scandalous. But at least he’s not a ‘scene eunuch’ now.”
“Wow. I didn’t expect such lewd writing from him. Even if it’s Noblesse, this is pretty hot. Definitely not a ‘scene eunuch.’”
“Wow. Just reading this makes me excited. My face is burning. This is definitely not a ‘scene eunuch’ level.”
Yes. It’s not because people I know tease me for being a ‘scene eunuch’ that I want this. I know it’s not exactly a wholesome wish, but still, before the story ends, I want to write something that gets this kind of reaction at least once.
…That’s all. ㅜ.ㅠ