Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 68 Two Sisters, One Answer: Take Us

"That is..." Victoria grabbed the male warrior’s head with her left hand, forcefully turning it to expose his neck. Her right hand held a dagger steady, slicing clean across his carotid. Blood erupted like a fountain. The man’s body twitched in a final burst of life, mouth emitting muffled cries.

Victoria leaned down and murmured in his ear, "Tell Daisy... tell her Mommy will always love her..."

Over two hours, she averaged barely two minutes per kill. Each time she ended a man, she whispered the same words.

By the end, all the female Ice Regiment members stood in silence, watching. Victoria moved calmly through rows of corpses, her once-white dress drenched in crimson. Blood smeared her face, arms - even her eyes and teeth were blotched red. She looked like a demon draped in blood, pacing among the dead. And yet she kept smiling.

A heavy silence settled among the women. Some whispered tensely, others lay on their bunks listening to old MP3s, trying to drown the dread. The atmosphere persisted into the night - until Chloe burst into the sleeper car with urgent news...

"What did you say?!" Sophia was the first to leap from her bunk. She grabbed Chloe’s shoulders, shaking her hard. "Say that again!"

*****

Morning brought a light chill. Sunlight spilled across Coldmere Town, not like the orange haze of dusk - it was sharp and golden, like the start of something new.

On the rooftop of a housing block, Magnus lay with his head resting on Abigail’s thigh, cradled by her arm. His eyelids twitched.

"Abby! He - he’s alive!"

The sisters had just finished sobbing over Magnus’ lifeless body; when they found him, he’d been cold - no breath, no pulse. They’d taken turns trying to revive him, chest presses, mouth-to-mouth, nothing worked. And now, he was back. Relief and joy hit them in a wave - they clutched each other, crying all over again.

Magnus felt like he’d just wrestled command of his body back from someone else. Every muscle ached, but he pushed himself up with effort - barely upright before Emma flung herself into his arms.

"You’re alive!" she cried, voice cracking. "You scared us to death..."

She peppered frantic kisses across his face like desperate raindrops - his cheeks, his brow, his jaw, his lips. Her hands gripped his shirt like she was afraid he’d vanish again. Behind him, Abigail wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Her breath was hot and trembling, her lips brushing against his skin, leaving damp trails that made him shiver.

They’d been abandoned by their own village. Forced into death. Survived the Anomaly Zone - more than once. And he’d come for them. Risked everything. Died for them.

And now he was back.

All the emotion pressed between them had nowhere to go. It exploded - burned through shame, restraint, logic.

"Wait - hold on - "

Magnus barely got the words out before Emma kissed him - this time not frantic, but possessive. Wet. Open. Her tongue slid into his mouth like she had every right to it.

His body tensed, hands twitching at his sides, mind screaming for clarity. But then Abigail’s hands slid under his shirt from behind, palms warm against the ridges of his abdomen. Her mouth found the curve of his neck, lips soft and insistent, teeth grazing the skin.

"I..." His breath hitched.

Emma’s fingers tugged on his collar, exposing his chest as she trailed kisses downward. Abigail’s hands explored his torso from behind, fingers dipping below his waistband. Their bodies pressed flush against him - soft curves, warm skin, breathy sighs.

"You nearly died for us," Emma whispered, mouth brushing his ear. "Let us thank you properly."

"Let us stay with you," Abigail breathed from behind, her voice like velvet, her hand sliding lower. "Let us belong to you."

They kissed him - one from the front, one from the back. Their hands moved freely now, over his chest, his hips, down to the hardness straining against his pants. He groaned, caught between them, his arms wrapping around Emma as her thigh slid between his legs, grinding softly.

Abigail’s lips found the back of his neck again. "You feel that?" she purred. "We’ve been waiting."

twenty minutes passed in a haze of soft moans and tangled touches. Their bodies were flush with his, fingers tracing, lips tasting, breaths heavy.

Emma leaned into his chest, flushed and panting. Abigail rested her chin on his shoulder, her arms still looped around him, voice low and trembling: "Just take us... both of us."

"I..." Magnus parted his lips, throat dry. In his past life, he wasn’t unfamiliar with desire - Sarah had slept curled against him every night. But this...

Two sisters.

The open invitation in their eyes. The heat pressed against his skin.

He felt himself slipping.

And somewhere in the back of his mind, a thought surfaced -

Like the clear sky above them. Not a giant mosquito in sight.

Was this still... the Anomaly Zone?

"Wait, where exactly are we? And the mosquitoes in the sky?" Magnus gave Emma a light pat on the back. "Let me get up first. I need to check things out."

The sisters obediently pulled away from him, cheeks burning red with embarrassment. One thing was if it was just one of them, but together? And sisters too.

Standing up on the rooftop, Magnus took a deep breath, adjusted his clothes, and glanced downstairs. It was still Coldmere Town - but now it looked like the town from before the fall. If not for the rusted, abandoned cars everywhere, he would’ve thought he’d travelled back again.

Not far off, he spotted a handgun, magazines, binoculars, a bulletproof helmet, a crystal glinting in the sun, and some odds and ends like cigarettes and chocolate.

He walked over, picked up the binoculars, and scanned the area. The sky beyond Coldmere Town was still crawling with massive swarms of giant black mosquitoes. Centipedes and spiders crept down distant roads, all inching their way toward town.

Seemed like the Anomaly Zone had cleared out for now - but it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

When Magnus aimed the binoculars at a nearby residential complex, his eyes narrowed - Panlong’s troops! Didn’t they leave to dig for crystals? Why are they back?

Thinking about his time in that darkness inside the Anomaly Zone, how long he’d actually been in there, and the fact that he didn’t feel the least bit sleepy, he quickly pulled out his phone - but it was dead.

Back when he left, Liana had just used her solar charger to top it up. He hadn’t made any calls or watched videos, so it should have lasted five or six days easily. But now - completely drained. Wouldn’t even turn on.

"Let’s head downstairs..."

He brought the Doyle sisters down from the rooftop. At the garage where he hid the car earlier, the three got in. Their two backpacks of food were still there. Seeing the supplies made their stomachs grumble - they hadn’t eaten in who knew how long. The sisters especially - since the end began, they’d barely had anything except apples.

"We..." Emma blinked, looking at Magnus like she wanted to say something but held it back. He laughed to himself - was this the same Emma he’d known in his past life?

Her personality seemed totally different.

But he didn’t know this about women - once they crossed a certain line, before and after became two different creatures.

"Go ahead and eat. Don’t hold back. We’ve got enough." Magnus smiled at her, and both sisters blushed.

Once they were fed, Magnus lit a cigarette in the car and started sorting through the mess in his head.

First thing - how long had he really been in there?

Second - the Panlong unit. How many crystals had they pulled out? He had to find a way to get them. All of them, if possible.

And lastly - something he could look into right now: his and the Doyle sisters’ second Awakening. What triggered it? And that black crystal he absorbed in the Anomaly Zone... what did it really do?