Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 145: It’s Time For You To Die, Fellas.

Back-to-back, shoulder-to-shoulder, hearts pounding and lungs burning with the aftershock of their battle so far, Lilith and Tierra stood like twin titans staring down an impossible calamity.

Their backs pressed together for support—not just physical, but spiritual—as if they could siphon courage and strength from one another by sheer contact alone.

In front of Tierra, the wounded worm twisted its enormous, pulsating body across the stone floor in agony, its torn flesh writhing like wet rope being squeezed and uncoiled.

A rumbling, guttural screech burst from its body, vibrating the very ground they stood on.

Lilith, facing the opposite direction, was equally focused on the uninjured one, which released a piercing roar of rage and pain; not for itself, but for its injured sibling.

Then something unexpected and disgusting happened.

With a heave that sounded like a slimy burp, the uninjured worm expelled globs of metallic silver liquid from its mouth.

It wasn’t spit. It wasn’t venom. It was... worm medicine?!

The liquid shimmered as it landed on the injured worm’s wounds with wet splashes, bubbling as it sizzled and stitched the torn parts together like molten glue.

The injuries began to close right before their eyes. The injured worm’s roars turned to low growls, its strength clearly returning with each disgusting drop.

Lilith’s eyes widened in alarm. "Tierra, it’s healing itself!"

"We’ve got to stop it before it’s back to full power!" Tierra yelled, already vanishing in a flash of greg.

Without hesitation, both girls sprang into motion, launching an all-out assault.

Buzz!

Lilith’s lightning cracked like a storm compressed into the shape of a girl, and Tierra’s space daggers carved the air like invisible scissors.

Every movement was fluid, every attack calculated. They knew now. They’d studied their opponents.

The worms’ bizarre, almost slapstick-style dodges had been analyzed. The girls predicted their squirms, slides, and sudden slams.

Tierra carved a zigzag pattern to confuse the defending worm, while Lilith looped around with a baiting strike that lit the uninjured worm’s back like fireworks.

Boom!

With the other worm still regenerating, the defender was forced to bear the full brunt of their combined fury.

The chamber filled with battle cries, metallic clangs, sizzling explosions, and the pained groans of a worm realizing, too late, that it was thoroughly outmatched!

But the desert trial was far from over.

Just when their assault reached its peak and the defending worm was seconds away from collapse...

BOOM! BOOM!

Two thuds echoed through the chamber, vibrating the ceiling. The girls froze. Their ears twitched. Their instincts screamed.

A piece of the ceiling opened like a yawning mouth—directly above the spot where Creed had been laid for safety!

"No—!" Tierra shouted, turning just in time to see a third, even bigger worm shooting down from the heavens like a missile.

Its maw was wide, its body humming with silver energy, and it had one clear goal: Creed!

Lilith’s heart exploded in panic. "CREED!!!"

In that instant, all pain, all exhaustion, all hesitation vanished from their bodies.

The girls became nothing but raw motion, sprinting across the battlefield like madwomen possessed.

The defending worm slammed itself in front of Tierra with surprising speed, while the half-healed one twisted up like a giant spring and launched itself between Lilith and Creed’s position.

The worms weren’t just fighting anymore, they were guarding. Blocking. Buying time for their newest ally to end one of the enemies with a single chomp.

Tierra didn’t blink. She didn’t slow down.

"I’LL SLICE YOU TO ATOMS!!" she roared, shoving her dagger straight into the worm’s mouth and letting it explode with a spatial burst so strong it cracked the surrounding walls.

Shua!

The backlash threw her sideways, her shoulder popping out of place and blood spurting from her lip as she crashed into the floor.

Lilith wasn’t any better off.

Boom!

She’d rammed through her worm with a full-body lightning blast, melting a chunk of its side as she pushed past, but not before its tail whipped around and smacked her mid-air, slamming her into the ground so hard the stone cracked under her.

But they didn’t stop.

Bleeding, bruised, barely able to move without flinching in agony, they kept going.

They reached Creed’s body just as the third worm slammed down, jaws wide and metallic acid dripping from its fangs.

The girls didn’t even flinch. Lilith jumped in front and raised her arms, conjuring a massive lightning barrier with her sigil flaring brilliantly.

Tierra moved behind her, using her space energy to add a layer of distortion to the shield. The worm’s acid exploded on impact, melting their defenses and scorching their skin.

It was hell.

They were battered. Their bodies screamed. Their sigils began flickering in their eyes, unstable from the repeated overuse.

The sigils were new, still wild and untamed. They had no instruction manuals. No practice. Every second of usage drained them more than they could afford, especially while injured.

And yet, they held.

The worms roared and slammed and vomited more acid. The girls screamed in pain and pushed harder.

Even when one of the worms rammed Lilith and threw her across the chamber, Tierra stood her ground and dragged her back with a spatial tether, risking her own body to yank her friend back to safety.

"We can’t win this like this..." Tierra panted. "We’re too injured..."

Lilith fell beside her, gasping and bleeding. "Do we run...?"

They were trembling. Tired. Their stamina was gone. Their magic was flickering.

The only thing keeping them alive was their stubbornness and the fact that they refused to let Creed die.

They weren’t just fighting for themselves. They were fighting for someone they cherished.

Then, just as they were on the brink of giving up...

Pppppttttttt...

A tiny, innocent, almost cartoonish fart sounded from behind them.

Both girls froze.

There, lying flat on his back with his head tilted slightly sideways, was Creed.

His face was calm. His eyes were still shut tight.

But his butt had spoken.

Lilith blinked.

Tierra gawked.

"...Was that..." Lilith began, her voice cracking.

"No...freaking...way," Tierra whispered.

Pppppt!

Another little toot echoed through the chamber.

Lilith’s lip trembled.

Tierra’s eye twitched.

Despite the blood, despite the danger, despite the towering silver-rank worms preparing another group strike—they burst into smiles.

It was a weak, ugly, desperate smile. The kind of smile that looked like someone had just slapped the last bit of sanity from their soul.

The joyful realization that Creed had finally woken up made their eyes light up, it made their battered faces glow with an odd mix of relief and exhaustion.

They had protected him with every ounce of their strength, risked their lives over and over, and just when they thought they’d lose him forever... he farted.

And not just once. Twice. It was like a divine trumpet announcing his miraculous return from the land of unconsciousness.

For a brief second, the world seemed to brighten.

But the universe doesn’t like happy endings without making people earn it.

In their moment of elation, both girls made the same mistake; a rookie mistake for any warrior. They looked away from their enemies!

In any normal fight, that might have bought them a bruise or two. But this wasn’t normal.

These were three Silver-level Stage 3 earthworms with bad attitudes and worse breath, and they didn’t take kindly to being ignored.

One of the worms, its mouth still bubbling with acid, whipped its gigantic tail in a lightning-fast arc.

It moved like a wrecking ball with emotions of rage, pain, and a pinch of pettiness.

Swoosh!

Tierra’s danger senses flared instantly. Her eyes widened, and without hesitation, she disappeared in a blink—vanishing into her signature ripple of space and reappearing several meters away, panting heavily as the air shimmered from the strain of her emergency teleport. Her instincts had saved her.

But Lilith wasn’t so lucky.

Still smiling softly from Creed’s miraculous awakening, she barely turned her head in time to see the massive, slimy tail barreling toward her like karma wrapped in muscle.

She didn’t even get a chance to curse. The impact was immediate and brutal.

Bam!

The tail slammed into her side with enough force to shatter her bones, and the sickening CRACK of her right arm breaking echoed across the battlefield.

Her beloved scythe snapped in two, its blade flying off and embedding itself into the wall like a forgotten promise.

Lilith was launched like a purple comet across the chamber, her body tumbling uncontrollably through the air toward Creed—who was still sitting up in confusion, blinking like a guy who just woke up from a power nap and realized his room was on fire.

But just as Lilith braced for impact, something warm and strong caught her.

Arms. Solid arms.

Creed’s arms.

He had moved with reflexes faster than his mind could even process. One moment he was confused. The next, he was holding her gently, her broken body cradled against his chest like she was made of the finest porcelain.

Her face rested near his collarbone, and she could feel his steady heartbeat; calm, strong, and somehow... reassuring.

Lilith’s eyes fluttered open, dazed. "Creed...?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

He looked down at her, those deep, unreadable blue eyes slowly filling with something cold. His gaze scanned her from head to toe.

Her bloodied armor, the cuts on her cheek, the wounds on her leg, the fractured arm hanging uselessly at her side.

Something inside Creed snapped. A chill washed over the chamber like a blizzard of pure killing intent.

He gently laid Lilith down, careful with every movement, as if touching her too harshly would hurt her even more.

From his storage ring, he summoned a soft velvet pillow—because of course he had one—and placed it beneath her head. Then he rose to his full height, his eyes narrowing.

His gaze landed on Tierra, who was standing nearby with joy plastered across her bloodied face.

Despite her exhaustion, despite her pain, her lips were curved into a soft smile, and her eyes shimmered with joy. Creed had woken up. That alone made all her suffering worth it.

"I’m sorry," Creed said softly, his voice like steel dipped in sorrow. "I should’ve woken up earlier. You two went through all this because of me."

Tierra shook her head, lips trembling. "You’re awake now. That’s all that matters."

But Creed wasn’t finished.

He turned.

His gaze locked onto the three earthworms still looming at the far end of the chamber. Their grotesque bodies shifted nervously.

Despite being powerful monsters, despite being at Stage 3 of the Silver level—beings strong enough to annihilate entire teams of adventurers, they didn’t move.

Not because they couldn’t. But because they were afraid.

From the moment Creed opened his eyes, a pressure unlike anything they had ever felt pressed down on them like a divine weight.

Their instincts screamed at them. ’This one is dangerous! This human that was still just a Peak Stage 4 felt like death in human skin. Like a beast wrapped in the body of a man!’

Creed’s eyes, sharp and cold as polished obsidian, narrowed even further.

The worms roared, trying to shake off the fear. They slammed their tails against the floor, spat out acid, and flailed their heads to intimidate him.

But their movements were sluggish. Hesitant. Even they knew they were bluffing.

Creed stepped forward, unhurried.

"You worms," he said, his voice low and calm, "are about three minutes away from extinction."

They flinched. All three at once.

"You really thought you could treat them as you like, huh," Creed continued, his eyes burning with fury as he glanced at Tierra and Lilith again.

"You made them bleed. Made her break her weapon. You made them feel helpless!"

The air thickened. Power, raw and unfiltered, began to seep from Creed’s body like a rising storm.

He hadn’t drawn his weapon yet. Hadn’t even activated his domain or path. But the very possibility of his anger being unleashed was enough to make the ground quake!

He raised his arm and cracked his knuckles lazily.

Then he smirked.

"Well. I guess it’s time for you to die, fellas."