After conquering a country on the Central Continent, we solidified our territorial expansion. Two weeks later.
The true identity of the large monster from the north was Engai.
The dead body of a female soldier, who either came to subjugate Engai or to find him, lay in a nearby makeshift lodging.
Her abdomen had burst from the inside.
An excessive release of semen.
“He’s quite something,” I thought.
Although Ernestie’s older brother, Ekilutes, hadn’t performed the half-demon ritual, his mind was broken by the swarm-type monster.
“Ah, being swarmed and having bodily fluids sucked out. That must be unpleasant and terrifying.”
The western kingdom was easily conquered by sandwiching it between us and the Western Allied Army.
Currently, we are engaged in a back-and-forth war with that Allied Army.
The divine arms from the south.
The large magic stones’ equivalent power is still unknown.
So, I decided to use their magic power in the royal castle as a makeshift battery, wasting it.
The self-proclaimed god, it’s unclear when his next move will be.
But, it will likely only cost me my physical body again.
At worst, my inference is that the self-proclaimed god/false god cannot interfere with my Astral Body or soul.
“Bring it on if you dare.”
The magic tanks I requested from Pride-chan in the East Continent have arrived.
Our army’s combat power has been greatly strengthened by these.
Magic tanks, acting as mobile fortresses.
One tank is equivalent to several hundred soldiers or several tens of magical soldiers.
These magic tanks are being gathered one after another, moved from deck to deck across the battleship, which serves as a temporary iron bridge.
The naval power is, needless to say, immense.
And now, our army’s combat power is also unmatched. Quantity is the ultimate strength.
***
One month after the flag of the Sharshar Kingdom was recognized as flying over the eastern edge of the Central Continent.
In a city of a certain country.
We are at war, having formed an allied army.
Recruitment advertisement.
“I’ll become a soldier and fight!”
Anyone can become a soldier if they can wield a weapon and have the resolve to kill enemy soldiers.
We are at war with a brigade-sized unit of magic tanks, using old-fashioned firearms.
Our attacks don’t reach them, and even if they hit, they’re deflected.
“Aim! Aim for the weak points—*BWOOOM!*”
“Frontline unit wiped out?! It’s your turn now—chargeeeeee!”
Even if we can’t win with the power of firearms, we can win the war of information.
However, we’re blown away by the magic tank units.
Still, our will to continue the war is strong.
We counter-attack, even as our trenches are blown away.
“Fire arrows!”
“This is the flank unit! Keep the enemy occupied!”
“Understood! Continue firing! Victory will be ours!”
Wounded soldiers are being carried to the rear.
Those being carried are lucky.
The others are minced, as soldiers who tried to help them were also blown away.
“Ouch, I’m gonna dieeeee.”
“My arm, my armmmm!”
“Please! Don’t cut my legs, AAAARRRGH!”
The bleeding wouldn’t stop.
The only option was to amputate and stop the bleeding.
Our pleas to cauterize the wounds went unanswered.
Our limbs were roughly severed and bandaged with cloth to stop the bleeding.
“The priests and nuns who can use healing magic have arrived—♪!”
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
If only they had arrived sooner, we wouldn’t have had to amputate our arms and legs…
The wounded, after receiving first aid, shed tears from their eyes.
They thanked the gentle light of healing magic as their wounds were beautifully mended.
“Treatment complete. Take care.”
“Thank you very much.”
Among the priests,
Rayos was hiding.
His objective?
“Heal this person.”
“Oh… it’s warm. My wound… it hurts. Thank you.”
Rayos provided healing comparable to the surrounding healing magic as he moved about.
He stayed with them at the inn that night.
And that night…
“Ah, ahhhh, no. The gods are watching. Please stop.”
He was attempting to ravish a nun.
Was this his objective?
It looked like his usual behavior.
The next day.
In the field hospital.
Several of the wounded patients turned into monsters.
“GAAAH!”
“WAKYAAAAAN!”
” ” ” Whaaaaaaaat?! ” ” ”
In the ensuing chaos, Rayos
ambushed several priests and raped the nuns before escaping.
“Hahahaha, Adioooos!”
Sperm swimming through the uterus, swim all the way to the ovary in search of eggs.
They stimulate and poke the ovary, causing it to release eggs.
Sperm then swarm to fertilize the eggs.
After fertilization, they continuously absorb magic power for growth from their possessed magic power.
In a short period of three hours.
They give birth to tentacle-type, parasitic-type, and beast-type monsters.
The types are determined by Rayos’s will.
Other types are extremely difficult to be born.
WAAAAAHHHHHH!
The nuns, who became mothers,
gave birth to monsters.
The monsters born after childbirth are weak.
But, can the nuns who gave birth to monsters be healed?
The atmosphere in the rear worsened.
And the morale of the soldiers fighting on the front lines plummeted.
This was Rayos’s true objective.
Sharshar Kingdom Army.
Noticing their morale drop and their coordination become sloppy.
“Divide the trenches!”
“New intel received. There are sisters in the rear♪”
” ” ” Ughyo～～♪ Let’s steal the gods’ women～～♪ ” ” ”
*CRASH* *BANG* *BANG*
We push through.
The army, despite being concentratedly fired upon by magic tanks, blows away the enemy army.
Then, they capture the wounded soldiers in the rear and the church personnel who were too slow to escape.
” ” ” If you behave, we won’t be rough ♪ ” ” ”
However, when it comes to women, they will have to be rough because they will have sex and rape them.
The fact that they don’t say this…
It seems they have an S-type tendency, just like Rayos.
“You promised!”
“Do you not care if the lives of men are lost, huh?”
The nuns were used as an outlet for the men’s lust.
The priests were forced to preach sermons to the men.
Even though they knew it was meaningless, they wanted to do something for the nuns.
