The enemy has blockaded the eastern road.
Reinforcements from the Hounds, identified by their flag with a wolf’s left face.
Mad Hand is on the right.
Trantran has a tiger’s face.
“Take down those clinging to the wall!”
The east is not a problem.
We crush the enemy soldiers swarming the outer wall of the fortress.
“Siege towers! The enemy has brought out siege towers!”
Siege towers that can just barely reach the outer wall. They are being pulled by warhorses.
“Target the horses! And burn them with fire arrows!”
“Ooooooh!”
Several hours later.
The warhorses were destroyed, but…
the infantry pushed the siege towers to the outer wall.
“They’re in terrible shape.”
“Spear corps, forward!”
“Throw stones at those holding shields!”
“Ugh, ryyyyyaaaa!”
The defense line transitions to close combat.
We will get through this with the half-demonic soldiers.
The Hounds also successfully broke through the enemy forces.
They opened the eastern gate and let them in.
“Boss, sorry for the delay.”
“Good work on the rendezvous.”
***
The Royal Castle.
Engai was sent to the infirmary for excessively raping the Queen.
“Honey, where are you, daaaahhh!”
My body is burning! My crotch itches!
Where is my beloved Honey, where is my pussy!
Should I call it a byproduct of the half-demon ritual?
Because Engai’s love is so deep.
His body transforms to realize that love.
Into a body specialized for sex.
“Gyauuuun”
Apes.
Sasquatch.
Engai completely becomes a monster.
“What was that roar? Huh? A monster!?”
“A monster inside the castle!?”
Murmurs, murmurs.
A monster from Engai’s room.
The female soldiers attack from a distance, while driving him outside into the wide open, not realizing it was Engai.
“Gwooooooon”
“Triple thrust… wait!”
Engai is wounded and flees the Royal Capital.
“A horse.”
“Okay.”
“We will absolutely kill it.”
The female soldiers feared responsibility for letting a monster into the castle.
If King Ernestie informed Heiggel, they would be subjected to non-stop sex.
♥♥ Juk♥
Just imagining it makes my crotch rejoice.
My will trembles in fear.
“I’ve brought the horse!”
“Let’s go!”
They pursue on horseback.
The townspeople were surprised by the gift that suddenly appeared.
It caused soldiers to harbor ill will, asking what they were doing.
It was then converted to affection by mind magic.
“The monster ran off that way!”
The residents are cooperative.
They pursue Engai, and just as they are about to deliver the finishing blow…
“Wha—!? I am, hah, Engai daaaah!”
“Lord Engai?”
“Why are you a monster?”
“Please explain?”
Engai, unable to explain amid the lingering confusion, lunges at a nearby female soldier.
As he pushes her to the ground, he draws a spare weapon from his hip and presses the blade to the female soldier’s throat.
“Hii!”
“You all! Get away! O-otherwise…”
“Lord Engai!?”
“Please, calm down!?”
They drop their weapons, not attacking Engai.
But the worst situation continues, with the hostage and confusion unresolved.
Yada yada yada.
The attempt to persuade Engai failed.
They decide to watch the situation from a distance, except for the hostage.
“Lord Engai…”
“What a nice scent… Oh, ooooooh, pussyyyyyy.”
With only one person left, Engai calms down slightly.
The monster’s cells go berserk from the female soldier’s pheromones.
To realize Engai’s love.
He transforms and rapes the female soldier.
“Kyaaaaaa. Help me, ughhh. Not like that, break itttttt…”
KYAEee
Hearing a scream like a strangled chicken, the distant female soldiers slowly observe the situation.
“No way…”
“A monster again…”
“Is that… alive?”
Stunned.
Engai transforms into a monster and rapes the hostage.
The inserted male genitalia – dick, penis – are incredibly savage.
The hostage’s abdomen rises and falls in accordance with the shape of the male genitalia.
It’s no wonder she can’t move.
The weapon is a spare.
There are no wounds.
A healthy monster.
If crushed, she would be violated as well.
Her colleague, who was the hostage, is no longer screaming.
She is probably dead.
“I-I’m going.”
“Yes.”
“That’s not Lord Engai. That’s a monster.”
“Yaaaaaaah!”
“Gyaaaaauuuun!”
While engaging in siege warfare in the west,
the female soldiers were also engaged in a life-or-death battle.
***
Mercenary corps Hounds, Mad Hand.
Half-demonic soldiers.
The siege warfare at the 1st Fortress.
The enemy forces are, as always, a rabble.
“Cut off their supply lines.”
“Understood.”
Leaving the half-demonic soldiers for the siege defense,
they go on the offensive for the first time in a while.
The Western Country.
The three generals.
Farmers, conscripts, siege troops.
Each command three types of soldiers.
“We can’t gather any more soldiers.”
“We’ve received a report that they’ve sallied out from the fortress.”
“We’ll repel them. We can win in open battle.”
An order from Headquarters: end the war with the Eastern Country.
Treating their sortie as an opportunity.
Using the siege warfare sparingly.
They will use their reserve forces for a decisive battle in the open field.
“Victory! Victory! All troops sortie!”
Open battle.
Close combat on a scale befitting a decisive battle.
“The cavalry has come out.”
“It’s enviable to have so many troop types.”
“If we win, we’ll get warhorses too.”
“Right. Spear corps, forward!”
“Let them eat their fill of arrows!”
“White horses are nice. Dig trenches! Then use smoke signals to hide the trenches!”
GYAAR! UOOOOH!
Even with poor visibility at dusk.
They plunge into night battle without setting bonfires.
Trampling corpses, both armies fight to their limits.
Night battle is a quiet duel.
Making a sound reveals your location.
“!”
“Guh!”
With only hearing and intuition to rely on due to the smell of blood.
“Shall we use smoke signals? (Mutter)”
“No. (Mutter)”
“…………”
Using improvised trenches.
They fire arrows while hiding, deliberately using the whistling sound of arrows to reveal their position to friend and foe, inducing engagement.
It’s brutal. It’s dirty.
The dirty tactics of the upper echelons are grinding down Rayos’s soldiers.
