Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 113 One Man, Ten Thousand Beasts

"Liana! Why the hell are there so many centipedes and spiders all of a sudden? They’re all mutated!"

"Liana! The rear team’s falling apart!"

"We’re outta bullets over here, Liana!"

"Liana - !"

Liana was swamped. The mutated beasts were already less than ten paces away, and she didn’t even have time to fire. She spun around, grabbed Grace’s arm tight.

"Grace! You’re fast. Find Abigail and her sister, now! Tell every squad to send two people up front with Fire Crystals - draw the centipedes’ attention! But listen - don’t get in the way of crossfire, you got that?!"

"I got it!" Grace leapt onto the roof of a vehicle, shouting the Doyle sisters’ names.

"Lucy, Molly! Lead a team to the gear truck, hand out all remaining ammo to the girls!"

"Megan, Amber! You two take fifty people - form a mobile unit. Reinforce the convoy flanks wherever it gets tight!" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Liana’s orders flew fast and sharp. The girls didn’t hesitate, scattering to their tasks. But before she noticed, her flanks emptied.

And the swarm came surging in.

Just as a wall of legged and clawed death closed in, barely a breath away, two teammates lunged in from either side, opening fire. The centipedes that had arched to strike were shredded mid-lunge, crashing dead at Liana’s boots.

That close.

Liana gasped for breath, hands shaking as she groped at her waist for a spare mag. She glanced up - toward the blood-crimson sky.

One thing to be damn grateful for - the swarm of giant mosquitoes hadn’t shown up this time. They vanished without joining the fight. If they had? Ice Regiment would’ve been wiped clean off the map.

And that - was Magnus’s biggest mistake today.

In their last life, during the first red rain, Magnus and the rest had been back at base - indoors. Even if the damn sky-mosquitoes morphed, once the rain hit their wings, they couldn’t fly - just buzzed straight into buildings.

That meant: burning them out was the plan. More fire than usual.

But this time? They were out in the open. No mosquitoes with rain-soaked wings falling out of the sky. And Magnus, trusting old memories, completely missed that part.

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Under the wreck of a bus, Emily and three other girls smashed their Fire Crystals and fought tooth and nail against the tide. Out of ammo, down to knives. And every second, more beasts crawled in, endless.

Their energy was gone.

Then - like thunder breaking -

Magnus crashed down before them, swinging a massive round log wreathed in blue flame.

He tore through them like a storm. One swing - a dozen beasts lit up like bonfires. He leapt to another knot of them - again, they fell blazing.

"Get on the bus, now! Stay inside! Don’t step out!"

By the time he circled back, Emily and the others were already slumped to the ground, too exhausted to speak.

"No! Magnus, this won’t hold! We can’t just - " Emily gritted her teeth and stood up.

Magnus grabbed her shoulders and shouted, "I said get back in! It’s enough that I’m out here! Got it? All of you, back into the damn bus, now!"

The coach had already flipped on its side. Magnus dragged Emily and the rest over, kicked open a window on one side, and barked, "Move! Get in, fast! The next wave’s coming!"

Facing death, none of them dared to argue. Right after Emily was the last to climb in, Magnus shouted through the window, "Hold that window tight! No matter what happens out here, do not come out! Not unless the rain stops or I come for you, understand?"

"Got it!"

"Understood!"

The women inside nodded frantically. Magnus gave one last look before turning and leaping onto a wrecked car nearby. He gritted his teeth, trying hard to lift it. It groaned, lifted on one side - then slammed back down.

He wanted to use it to cover the window, block attacks from the outside. But he just didn’t have the strength for a whole damn car.

Can’t lift the car. Then what? His mind spun as another swarm closed in fast. Magnus gripped his fire-hardened oak pole and threw himself into the horde again.

Three minutes. Nearly three hundred mutants down. A moment of quiet amid the swarm. Then, at last - he spotted it. A toppled brick hut not far off.

Bricks.

Bricks could work.

He dashed toward the ruins, snatching up broken blocks, tossing them toward the bus. Then he ran back and shoved piece after piece against the window, stacking them up until the entire side of the coach was buried.

Panting, chest heaving, Magnus noticed more of those freaks in the distance. They skittered across the bricks without stopping. None of them paused to dig or smash it.

They were safe.

Relief loosened the knot in his chest. He turned, bolted toward the second explosion he’d heard just now.

Ten minutes later, he reached Chloe’s team’s car. His strength was used up; limbs felt like lead. Only sheer will got him there. Gritting his teeth, he lifted his pole and cleared away the creatures clustered around the vehicle. No one inside. No bodies nearby either.

Leaning against the cracked wall of a roadside shop, he slid to the ground.

Exhausted.

His body was done. But Grace, Isabel, and Charlotte were still unaccounted for. No signal. No grenades going off. Not even sure if Chloe’s team was still alive.

What about the main convoy? Could Liana and the rest hold on?

The questions hit him like steel hammers - one after another. His vision began to blur. Eyelids heavy as boulders. Crimson rain poured from above, soaked his hair, his face, ran down his neck, dripping down to his boots...