Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 71 He Came for the Girls, Not the Fight

Magnus handed out smoked pork to the nearby soldiers, chatting casually until one let it slip which of them was Captain Loring’s aide. The aide’s name was Zeke.

"Zeke," Magnus pulled him into a quiet corner of the stairwell. Zeke frowned, eyebrows low. "You been drinking?"

Magnus didn’t answer - just pulled out a small bottle of liquor. "Got a little favor to ask."

Zeke’s eyes lit up. In this world, booze was gold. Captain Loring used to drink like a fish, but since the war started, he hadn’t touched a drop. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Hmph, you’ve got a good eye. Eaten yet? If you have, come with me. I’ll sort you out." Zeke seemed pleased and didn’t bother chasing the drinking angle.

"Hold on, Zeke," Magnus stopped him and lowered his voice, feigning hesitation. "Heard the Colonel’s women are real lookers. Any chance..."

Zeke glanced around quickly, then hissed, "You nuts? You got a death wish going after the Colonel’s women?"

"No, no! Not what I meant!" Magnus laughed nervously. "I just wanna hear. Back in my village, when my brother got married, I listened outside their window all night. That... that was something."

"Damn freak." Zeke gave him a weird look. "You’re turning down the real thing for that? Fine, don’t regret it. I’ll talk to Xavier. You can listen at the door ten minutes."

Xavier - Joshua Jenkins’s aide - was tight with Zeke.

"Perfect! Thank you, Zeke!" Magnus looked overjoyed.

A short while later, Zeke led Magnus and eight soldiers down the hall, giving out room assignments for each of them to relax a bit. At the back, Magnus silently activated his Metal Crystal defense.

The eight soldiers, one after another, carefully pulled hand-sized dirty playing cards from their pockets, each marked with a blue smear. They handed them to Zeke, who checked them closely, then led seven of them to the third floor. One soldier stayed behind, Zeke giving him a nod.

When the group had cleared out, Zeke brought Magnus and the last man up to the fourth floor. He pulled a lieutenant’s insignia from his pocket and slapped it on the guy’s sleeve. "Fifteen minutes max. That’s it."

Magnus stood aside, watching it all with cold eyes. This so-called unit disgusted him. Needing coupons for food was one thing - now they had damn prostitution tickets?

Ticket? Bullshit. These were damn ’pussy passes.’ All handed out with playing cards. Makeshift power in a broken world.

Hell, they’d rot on their own. No need for him to lift a finger.

Compared to the food passes, these looked classier - white for meals, cards for this perversion.

Zeke finally took him up to the sixth floor. Starting from the fifth, there was a soldier posted at every floor. Must be where the top brass were having their fun - or maybe their quarters.

"Xavier, come here a sec," Zeke waved over the soldier standing guard on the sixth floor.

The man eyed Magnus. "Who’s this?"

"A friend," Zeke said, handing Xavier a chunk of smoked pork. The two sat on the steps together.

Zeke turned to Magnus. "Hey, do us a favor - stand guard here for Xavier. We’ve got stuff to talk about."

Magnus gave a quick nod and moved past the two. The moment his body passed theirs, a glint flashed from his sleeve - a dagger. Two soft "thuds." In just one second, the blade stabbed twice, opening bloody holes on the right necks of both Zeke and Xavier.

Without pause, Magnus reached out to push Xavier’s corpse against Zeke’s body, pressing the neck wound to Zeke’s clothes.

Old-style stairwell. If he wasn’t careful, the blood would trickle straight down the center gap. He had to soak up as much as possible. With Xavier’s neck against Zeke’s shirt, the fabric would absorb a good portion. Zeke’s right side hugged the wall; left side, Xavier’s body - it’d help contain the blood. Hopefully, delay the mess soaking through to the stairs below.

Ten minutes, at most. After that, someone downstairs would see it.

Magnus pulled out two pre-prepped wires. Three minutes of careful work and - "click" - the sixth floor’s security door opened. He slipped inside without a sound.

The living room was pitch black. From the inner bedroom came a woman’s sobs and a man’s labored breathing. Door shut. Candlelight flickered under the gap. He closed the front door carefully and padded his way forward.

You wouldn’t have your Metal Crystal Shield running in bed, would you?

At the door, Magnus took a deep breath - and kicked it open.

No chance to scream. He was already on the bed. One arm twisted Joshua’s arm backward, a knee jammed into the man’s lower back, gun barrel pressed to his skull.

"Tell me where the Crystals are, or I’ll blow your damn head off in ten seconds!"

On the bed, three girls - about seventeen, eighteen - screamed in panic. Magnus ignored them. Let them scream. Outside, no one would think anything beyond Jenkins trying some sick new game.

"Blow my head off? Heh..."

Jenkins, the head of Panlong’s 1st Regiment, looked rattled. He was an Awakened, yet he hadn’t even had a chance to resist. But he had cards left to play.

Pinned under Magnus, Jenkins struggled to lift his head, then sneered at the girls. "Show him what you’ve got in your hands, sweethearts."

The girls were naked, save for thigh-high black stockings. In their trembling hands - military daggers. They’d stopped screaming, now just huddled together, eyes wide with fear.

Magnus caught sight of the blades under the dim candlelight. Disgust twisted his face. This sick bastard burned a Metal Crystal just to play games with the girls?

"So, you did activate your Crystal Shield?" Magnus chuckled coldly and pulled the gun away from Jenkins’s head. "Think I can’t deal with you now, huh?"

He turned to the girls. "You three want to live? Then do exactly what I tell you..."