I acquired women and eggs.
From the eggs, Parasites were born.
These Parasites were then implanted into broken Seedbed Women.
This process continuously produced a formidable biological weapon, the Parasite Weapon, like a factory churning out its wares on the front lines.
The Monsters were equipped with what could be called Parasite gear.
Each Monster’s Parasite Weapon adapted to their body, fitting their desires.
There were imbalances in the types.
Was it a result of seeking what they didn’t have?
Did the Bird Type want to move through the ground?
They were equipped with heavy machinery resembling excavators, their heads made to mimic earthworms.
Did the Beast Type want to fly?
Their blades were imbued with flight capabilities, manifesting as wings.
Was the Bug Type born from the Aberrant Monsters’ jealousy?
These were strange, mysterious weapons in the shape of blunt objects or scythes.
They were sinister, their power matching their appearance.
It was said they even amplified pain upon inflicting a wound.
How much did they despise the Aberrant Monsters?
The Aberrant Type, conversely, received divine blessings.
Their magic power glowed visibly on the battlefield.
Linking swords and greatswords were designed for wide-range attacks.
The Fish Type specialized in one-sided slaughter from a distance.
They wielded bows, arrows, and crossbows. Weapons resembling machine guns were equipped on their arms and backs.
Even though they weren’t using two Parasite Weapons at once.
Their arms were equipped.
The other Monsters grumbled about this unfair advantage.
The Fish Type Monsters, reveling in the pleasure, fired the fangs and claws of their Parasite Weapons at enemy soldiers.
I was happy that they were all working hard.
But the Great Nations, unfazed by the might of these Parasite Weapons, had sent units of a thousand or five hundred soldiers at a time to crush the Monsters’ numbers.
Their sheer mass outnumbered our Monster production capacity.
“They’re really something, aren’t they?”
Rayos devised one plan after another for the front lines, only to have them all broken through by sheer numbers.
“Guaaaaaaah! I’m gonna create cannons too, you bastards!”
He used Earth Magic to form the cannon barrels.
Next, he created the cannonballs.
Once the cannonballs were ready, he inscribed them with Magic Engravings that dictated the phenomena to occur upon direct impact with the enemy army.
“Has the enemy army already passed the expected impact line?”
“Mou… Na… Des.”
This was a secondary effect of the Parasite Weapons.
Vocal cords had been created, and the first generation could finally speak broken human words.
“Alright, alright. Prepare for bombardment. Blow them awayyyy♪!”
Boom! Boom! Bang!
Cannonballs were fired one after another from the barrels.
Some of the cannons could not withstand the explosions.
However, since they were fired remotely, there was no damage.
“Perhaps it’s because I haven’t created weapons recently. I never expected something like this.”
The cannonballs impacted.
The enemy army was spectacularly reduced to fleshy fragments in units of ten, and the fragments of the cannonballs caused secondary damage to the surroundings.
However, their numbers were few.
The cannonballs impacted, but they didn’t reach the enemy army.
“Change the barrels of the cannons for the unreached cannonballs. Hurry.”
“Hii… Ki… Uuwan…”
The Monsters serving as artillerymen diligently adjusted the cannons and prepared for the next shot.
It was their first time doing this, so it was clumsy and precarious, but…
The next round was loaded.
The artillery Monsters had retreated.
The next shot was fired.
Fwoosh!
The cannons drove the invading enemy army into a rout.
“Phew, how many days until next time?”
Seriously, when will they give up?
All I want is to gather women and create a happy paradise.
Ah, this is so annoying. Are they trying to make me bald?
If I go bald, I can just use my body manipulation and move to another body.
Ah, in times like this, being with women is the best way to relieve stress.
Rayos proceeded to “hustle” for the next half-day.
Feeling refreshed and invigorated, he asked the surveillance unit about the enemy’s movements and confirmed the status of unit replenishment.
“If my utopia is to be destroyed again… I’ll have to move.”
He quietly muttered about a retreat in case of defeat.
