Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 73 Three Girls, No Clothes, No Time

"Quick! Get them in the truck!"

Magnus jumped into the driver’s seat of the Warbeast. Emma and Abigail rushed to haul the three mosquito-covered girls into the back. He slammed the gas, yanked the wheel hard to the left.

An infantry vehicle stormed in through the front gate, its autocannon roaring. Magnus yanked the Warbeast around, dodged past the apartment blocks, and tore toward the rear exit of the compound. The steel gate didn’t stand a chance - blown apart as the Warbeast plowed through. From there, he swerved into the second road in Coldmere Town, then onto the highway.

They were safe... for now. No way that clunky armored truck could keep up with the Warbeast on open road.

Still, Magnus didn’t let his guard down. As he gunned the engine toward Salem City, he shouted to the Doyle sisters, "Get those damn mosquitoes off them. Use spray. Don’t let one live in the truck."

"Got it," both sisters answered quickly.

They didn’t ask questions, but their hearts weren’t calm. They’d both given themselves to him just this morning. Now here he was, bringing back three more girls... naked at that.

The Warbeast roared down a strip of cheap roadside inns meant for long-haul drivers. Magnus’s knuckles tightened on the wheel. He froze for a second.

The women in the bank’s cellar - seven of them. Still waiting for him. Half a month now.

Should he go back?

Five women already in the truck. Add seven more, that’d be twelve plus him. No way all of them would fit.

His mind was at war, heart heavy. They’d waited so long, clinging to the promise he made. He was their only chance to live.

That promise... he hadn’t forgotten.

He pulled a hard turn, decided to go back. Parking the truck outside one of the inns, he let out a deep breath. Right hand summoned a Life Crystal. White mist stirred in his left palm.

The three girls - young, barely eighteen - still clung to the edge. Not dead yet, but close enough.

Their bodies were a mess. Shrunk to bones, their skin full of stick-sized punctures. One had a fang mark across her stomach, likely a venomous centipede; flesh around it already blackened.

Magnus sighed quietly. With his left hand, he passed the Life Crystal over them slowly. Wherever the mist washed over, blood holes sealed up, shrunken limbs plumped, color flowed back into their skin.

Fifteen minutes passed. The white glow on his pinky dimmed, two joints’ worth of energy gone. Two-thirds of a Life Crystal spent.

They were breathing again. Still unconscious, but alive.

"You wait here," he said to Emma and Abigail.

"I got a few more to bring."

Magnus couldn’t meet their eyes. The things he’d done during the day - he hadn’t even figured out how to face Sarah yet. Now with the Doyle sisters? No idea how to explain.

Good thing this was the apocalypse. In a peaceful era, a man juggling three women like this... might’ve ended up dead.

But now? Women took it differently. Much differently.

Magnus jumped out of the vehicle, fire crystal clutched in hand, and walked to the vegetable cellar behind the restaurant. He paused, switched to the metal crystal. Before, he’d sent Ryan’s troops here to take two truckloads of food and a firetruck full of water. No telling if they ever stumbled upon the seven women inside.

He opened the cellar door. Darkness. A chill ran down his spine. He flicked on the flashlight - strong beam cut through the dark. In the corner, he spotted seven bodies in military uniforms huddled in pairs or threes. No idea if they were dead or alive.

He knelt beside them one by one, checking their breath. Faint, but still there. Not dead yet.

Looking up at the tight cellar opening, he figured they were short on air. He walked up, pushed the door wider, sat by the entrance, and turned on the fire crystal to pump in oxygen.

After about fifteen minutes, one woman slowly opened her eyes. Weakly, she sat up, blinked around, and spotted Magnus sitting at the cellar door. Her voice cracked as she called out, then quickly roused her sisters.

There was a strange feeling in Magnus’s heart - it wasn’t guilt, not quite - but it sat heavy anyway. These women waited for him in this hole for over two weeks, hung on to life when most would’ve given up. Maybe, for them, he was the only hope.

As the seven of them leaned on each other and stood weakly, all eyes turned to him, filled with expectation. Magnus couldn’t help drifting back to the world before the fall.

That world was noisy, loud, alive. His family lived in rural backcountry. Raised by a frail grandmother scraping by on land rent, he managed to make it to college.

He remembered the first time he went to withdraw his living expenses from the bank near campus. Back then, he’d never used an ATM. Clutched that passbook like his life depended on it and stood in a long queue.

He remembered thinking how beautiful the bank clerks were - starch-pressed uniforms, perfect smiles, polite words. One smiled right at him while handing over the cash, and he thought, "If only I could marry someone like her..."

They were goddesses, once. And now? Now those same goddesses had all fallen to earth, looking up at him as if he were salvation itself.

He shook the memory off. No time for dreaming. He looked at the women and said flatly, "Get in. I’ll take you out of here."

The civilian Dongfeng Warrior he drove back in its day fetched nearly a million credits. High chassis, tough build - top tier off-roader. Damn hard to find anything better.

Only four actual seats including the driver’s, but the middle console between front seats was wide, and the rear cargo bay was open. Magnus did some quick thinking.

Three women in the front - two hugging tight in the passenger seat, one squeezed in the space between seats. Backseat took six - four holding each other, plus two crammed in between.

Last came the three girls who still hadn’t come to. He stuffed them tight into the back cargo bay, stacking them in as gently as he could. He slammed the back door shut and climbed into the driver seat - oddly satisfied for making it all work.

If someone passed out for real this time, he might have to use the life crystal again.

He started the engine, got onto the highway, sped down five kilometers and onto the overpass, looping around toward Springvale City. Around 2 a.m., he reached the city’s west edge, shifted toward the north toll station, and turned toward the northern highway.

By 3:15 a.m., Magnus drove the Warrior across the gates of the long-abandoned lumber mill.

Then the headlights caught something in front of the large warehouse - and his foot slammed the brake hard.