Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 286: The Aura of Demons

Cavalry against cavalry.

Arrow baptism filled with divine power against skeleton hordes.

In the frontal power struggle, our legion’s overwhelming victory. Now what remained was the yellow sanpaku-eyed monster that appeared scattering black mist.

"Hehe, not bad. Rookie."

"Don’t you see everyone but you is dead?"

"Hehe, don’t worry. They’ll all come back alive anyway. You think you won. But you’re mistaken. This battle-"

"Either shut up and come down, or fuck off upstairs."

"...."

The wyvern in the mist fell silent. There’s a limit to constantly grating on nerves to irritate people, but it just kept flying around the ceiling without coming down at all. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"You scared?"

I kept provoking it. Too clever for its own good, it wouldn’t come down. I needed it to come down to catch it, but the [Golden-Eyed Wyvern] just floated at the ceiling entrance.

"Scared you’ll become an arrow cushion if you come down, huh?"

"Yeah, I’m scared. So I’m waiting for reinforcements."

"No way, seriously."

That Halphas bastard definitely has no business ethics. How else could he use a subordinate with a "climb to upper floor gimmick" this way?

According to Shax.

Halphas’s forces had three avian executives.

[Cursed Wyvern] in charge of surface 1st floor.

[Thunder Lord] in charge of basement 1st floor.

And [Corpse Hawk] in charge of the tower’s center.

Called Yellow, Blue, and Red respectively with weird nicknames, each had useless gimmicks.

Keys.

To proceed to the next location, you had to defeat those guys. We’d killed all the Pale Riders and skeleton hordes on surface 1st floor, but the Cursed Wyvern wouldn’t come down, whether scared or not.

"How long you gonna act like a coward!"

"I’m a coward, so it’s fine. And while I stall like this...."

Clop clop, clop clop!!

Hoofbeat sounds started coming from the ceiling hole. Riders descending the transparent mana stairs in a spiral were the Pale Riders we’d just killed.

"Reinforcements have arrived."

"You resurrected them! You rotten bastards!"

Treatment showing zero respect for the dead. Even if they’re undead, operating forces this way—what’s different from a suicide squad?

"Already the third time! First, second, third—stop it already and fight directly, you bird bastard!"

"First, second, third. Good. Let’s see if we can go to eighteenth."

"No, you fu-"

I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw the crumpled shield at a Pale Rider leaping high from the sky.

Crack--!!

The Pale Rider’s skull shattered. Even a tiny bit of experience points increasing was definitely good, but the problem was I couldn’t recover the magic stones.

Crumble!

The Cursed Wyvern flapped its wings. Black feathers gently settled on the Pale Rider that died once more, then the Pale Rider scattered into black mist.

’Keeps sending them to the rear. Damn it.’

Pale Riders with light wounds get teleported upstairs.

Pale Riders with deep wounds get eliminated instead.

Then from upstairs, Pale Riders reattach broken bones or reappear through Bond Summon resurrection.

’I don’t want this war of attrition.’

Unlike tireless undead, our side was accumulating fatigue. Human adventurers were in danger from just grazing the Pale Riders’ scythes, and Guinevere using divine power also needed time to recover stamina.

"Master!"

"The lances...kugh. All worn out."

The Death Knights’ prepared Stone Golem cavalry lances were all worn out too. Though we’d seized the advantage from the first charge, maintaining weapons against the insane suicide squad diving from the ceiling was impossible.

"So damn annoying. No answer when they push with resources?"

Kill them and they resurrect with magic stones.

Wound them moderately and they get treated moderately, then come back begging to be killed.

But the scythes they swing are sharp, making them incredibly tricky to deal with. This blood-draining combat style crushed my spirits.

"Man, how can those without magic stones even live! Some people don’t want to kill their kids so they slather armor all over their bodies!"

Our legion’s forces all wore armor without exception. Especially the inner armor composed of leotards and stockings—every single person wore them.

Thanks to that, wounds weren’t deep unless vital points were stabbed or slashed by scythes, but people accumulating physical and mental fatigue was unavoidable.

"Tch, no good! Going to operation phase 2!!"

At my command, the vanguard formed a circle around me. To snipe something flying in the sky, a sniper was definitely needed.

"Hey! Cursed Wyvern!"

"It’s Cursed Wyvern, you bastard!"

"Whether it’s Hesitating Wyvern or Cursed-to-Die Wyvern, why should I care! You, that’s not how you fight!"

"Shut up! However you fight, the one who survives wins!"

"That’s true."

Then I’d won. I waved my hand at the creature with gleaming yellow eyes.

"My victory."

"...?!"

As expected, it noticed. But the timing was too late.

Screeeech---!!

A silver arrow shot up toward the sky. The wyvern hastily tried to dodge, but the sniper who’d been waiting ’right outside the portal’ from the start to snipe the wyvern didn’t miss the opening.

Crack!!

A silver wind arrow imbued with divine power pierced one of the wyvern’s wings. The black mist disappeared, revealing a basketball-sized hole in the wyvern’s characteristic membrane wing.

"Kugh, kugh...!"

The wyvern began staggering while flying with difficulty. With left-right balance destroyed, staying airborne at the ceiling was impossible.

Screeeech--!!

The arrow wasn’t just one. Several more remained. Only after one wing was torn off by arrows did the wyvern fall to the floor with a ’thud.’

"Whew, looking up was making my neck stiff."

"You impudent orc bastard...!"

"You caused power loss. That power should’ve gone into Halphas’s neck instead."

Using a card meant for later a bit early felt pretty bad. So to resolve this irritation and anger, I grabbed the mace hanging at my waist.

"Guinevere, the victory spell."

"...Oh goddess."

Guinevere lamented while infusing divine power into my mace. My palm holding the mace stung as if shocked by static, but I endured the pain by gripping the handle tighter.

"Guinevere, say the ’real’ victory spell."

"...For real?"

"Of course."

The human adventurer women beside Guinevere laughed quietly. With only women around, just me and Guinevere were men.

"...Hah."

Guinevere took a deep breath, veins bulging in his neck, and shouted.

"Andras was delicious-----!!"

Talking about eggs laid for consumption, but whatever.

"You disgusting human bastards---!!"

The fallen wyvern roared and began charging across the ground. It looked no different from a cockatrice.

"Just like Shax said."

She’d said one cockatrice mutated and evolved into a wyvern, and sure enough, the moment it lost wings, its head-spinning was chicken-brain level.

"Guys! Let’s skin the wyvern and fry it!"

The Cursed Wyvern’s yellow eyes flinched, and I seized that opening to raise my mace high.

"Death Knights keep the Pale Riders in check! Adventurers commence firing--!"

The adventurers began pouring arrows filled with divine power at the wyvern.

Kyaaaah!

The wyvern screamed and kicked off the ground charging. Its behavior taking arrows with its body while charging—cockatrice. No different from Pale Riders.

I could see the determination in its eyes to take at least one down even facing death. Surely acting cocky trusting resurrection through Bond Summon with magic stones.

"How impudent."

I stomped my foot forward hard and leaned my upper body back.

"If you stepped on the ground, you should eat some dirt!!"

Vision turns red. Energy explodes in muscles throughout my body.

"I’ll break your neck and make you into chicken soup!!"

I vigorously threw the mace extended behind my head forward.

It charged head-on, so I threw head-on.

***

[At that time, Barony of Spica Castle.]

Cheap prices, excellent performance, and superior materials. Though the source of the raw materials was unknown, people had already fallen completely for the magic of stockings.

Everyone in Spica Castle, regardless of age or gender, began wearing them underneath. Women confident in their legs started raising their skirts just a little bit, and elderly people thinking only of warmth wore them discreetly under their pants.

Thus, stockings became clothing worn by everyone in Spica Castle. Even Baroness Virginia Virgo, lord of Spica Castle-barony, changed stockings daily, showing her affection for them.

[Still, selling stockings at the company, isn’t that all for doing ’that’?]

Some people criticized the fundamental reason the company sold stockings.

They pointed out whether something shady was happening in the basement of the tavern-inn beyond just sex appeal through stockings.

[They don’t charge money though?]

[That’s all part of the scheme, I tell you?]

[Acting unreasonable then getting banned and throwing a tantrum.]

Very few expressed dissatisfaction with the two buildings [Avalon] serving as both general store and tavern.

Most had gotten help from the company settled in Avalon to spend cold nights warmly at least from the waist down, or spent nights hotly according to the stocking creator’s original intent.

However.

If there was a problem, it was limited to inside Spica Castle.

They all knew stockings’ effects so they were fine, but those seeing stockings for the first time had no choice but to fall into shock and horror.

"What, women’s skirts rising above the knees...?"

"Th-th-th-that!! People with rabbit-like ears...!"

"Oh goddess.... I pray that tail on that rear isn’t what I think it is."

The Saintess’s special envoy, supposed to arrive at Spica Castle days ago, fell into confusion the moment they arrived at Spica Castle.

The tight, thin black clothing on bodies was known as undergarments worn beneath skirts, but some middle-aged men not caring about others’ eyes were strutting around with only stockings below and just outer clothes roughly tied over their crotches.

An act that would make the creator gouge out his own eyes in outrage if he saw.

Simultaneously, for Goddess Church followers with conservative tendencies, it was an utterly immoral act.

"Saintess! What on earth is this...!"

"...."

The Saintess in the carriage had no thoughts about the outside chaos. Just idle thoughts like ’I wonder how it’d be wearing these black stockings under my skirt’ seeing the black stockings worn under her skirt.

"That’s the supposedly excellent armor? Ha."

"...Don’t talk."

"Bad breath? Sorry."

"No, it’s not about bad breath."

The Saintess had all her nerves focused on the large man sitting across from her.

Orc hero.

Holy sword-wielding orc.

A ’monster’ who was the master of the holy sword [Taurus].

The orc, who seemed somewhat familiar with human life, fortunately clearly recognized he needed to hide his identity, but acted boldly as if it didn’t matter if discovered.

"You’re rude to the Saintess. Apologize, ...kugh."

"Sorry. I’ve never conversed with women so I don’t know proper etiquette. I apologize."

"...Ahem."

Thanks to that, not just the Saintess but the knight commander riding with them was heated up. If he’d acted unreasonably, the knight commander could’ve pushed back, but with someone stronger than him acting humble, it was awkward to say anything.

"Saintess. Is this really okay?"

"...What can we do? It’s come to this."

The knight commander was trustworthy. So the knight commander knew the hero’s identity. If she’d hidden it even from the knight commander, the Saintess would’ve suffered daily from stomach pain.

"Saintess. No matter how I think about it, the o...uga doesn’t seem right."

"...That’s why he became a hero. Even among humans there are crazy bastards who side with the Demon King’s army, so why wouldn’t there be the opposite?"

Screech.

The carriage entered the center of Spica Castle. And at that moment.

Tingle.

The Saintess felt her stigmata sparkle. Somewhere, the aura of monsters, of demons, began to be strongly felt.

"...."

"What’s wrong?"

The Saintess had to stare at the orc hero before her for a while.

"Miss Meri, they say the Saintess will arrive soon—won’t you greet her with me?"

"...That sounds good."