Chapter 1140: Moving Out
Unfolding in Chapter 1138 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem": Chapter 1140: Moving OutâHeh. Graceful and tender elf? You? I canât believe I allowed myself... Keep reading!
Chapter 1140: Moving OutâHeh. Graceful and tender elf? You? I canât believe I allowed myself to think such nonsense was true. You carry more bite than your cheeky daughter; youâre just too good at hiding it. But you are right, boiled dumpling mother-in-law of mine. Letâs go.â
Sylvaris opened her previously closed eyes into narrow slits, staring at Quinlan with immense amounts of scorn. The soft moonlight in her gaze was replaced with the disapproval of a mother-in-law.
âLady Luminara has her work cut out for herâŚâ she muttered under her breath with a pitying sigh.
Quinlan just chuckled, brushing it off with the ease of a man who was far too used to being called a rude bastard.
But Sylvaris was right. It was not the time for jokes. He was in an active warzone, and they just decided to no longer be overly arrogant or commit stupid mistakes.
Truth be told, Quinlan only took a breather because he could afford to, not because he was careless. He saw the opportunity to relax for a second, and he did just that, letting his overworked primordial brain get some stimulus.
But in the next moment, any such thoughts left his mind.
Break time was over.
His voice rang through the minds of his women and allies.
To help some of the farther ones or those in danger get here quickly and safely, Quinlan snapped his fingers, and the air around him shivered. Warp gates opened, one after the otherâone at a time, due to the limitations of the spell. From their violet swirls, women stepped through. Some calm and poised, others drenched in blood. The rest sprinted from the battlefield, dashing back toward him.
He let his gaze sweep over them. Dozens of women, warriors in every shape and style, standing as his assembled force. These were not just his wives and closest companions, but also all members of Kaeliraâs team.
Quinlan did not waste time. âOur strategy worked greatly while Miss Mama Elf had mana to burn, but sheâs already gone through three mana elixirs, and as you can see, she is spent. We leaned on her firepower and my earth manipulation, using the combination to rain down destruction on our enemies from afar. We forced them to react, to give chase like mad dogs. But, as already said, sheâs spent. SoâŚâ his lips curled into a feral grin, â⌠itâs time we shift gears. We move together.â
Before they could reply, a thunderous bang roared through the chaos. Quinlanâs head turned toward the source.
Raika.
The woman was a dark blur in the battlefield as she traded hits with Fujimori soldiers. Blood poured freely down her muscular arms, though her stance remained unshaken even as she took damage, which the Brutalizer followed up by carving through enemies with animalistic fury.
Quinlan wasnât happy. âDamn⌠Why did she not come back when I called everyone?â He then briefly glanced at Serika with an unsaid question in his eyes, which said, âSerika, did you not tell her?â
Serika didnât look appreciative of his question. âOf course I did, I wouldnât commit such a rookie mistake as leaving an ally accidentally behind. She simply refused to obey your call.â
â⌠Right. Sorry.â
The tanned bombshell sent him a smile of support, winking with her gorgeous green eyes. âI know. Itâs stressful for the general when their soldiers donât listen, been there, done that.â
Quinlan returned the smile appreciatively. It was a blessing to have such an understanding lover by his side. He was starting to understand why his father always said that experienced women are where itâs at.
âBut still⌠How troublesome.â
Vex giggled as soon as he said the words. âOh, Hubby, you seem surprised for some odd reason. Didnât I tell you? That cavewoman will never listen to someone she deems beneath her. You mightâve taken some wins, but you never broke her. She never admitted defeat, immediately demanding a rematch. So she wonât follow your orders.â
Quinlan couldnât help but groan tiredly. âWhy do I fancy the crazies? Perverts, lunatics, cavewomen⌠Thereâs something wrong with me.â
He glanced sideways at his wives, hoping for sympathy.
Instead, every single one of them stared back with looks colder than an arctic gale. Entirely unimpressed.
Quinlan coughed into his hand.
âAlright. The shift in our strategy is simple. Weâre out of our main artillery, so we will form a military unit together and support each other. With two healers, two tankers, and an enchanter, our chances of avoiding fatalities should be increased so long as we donât take unneeded risks.â
Ayame was quick to agree. âEveryone should do what they can without going overboard. We do not need heroes.â
Vex also spoke with utmost seriousness. âThat glaive guy and a few more elites are still running around; we have to remain vigilant at all times. Be ready for changes on the battlefield, we might have to reposition again. I suggest we go toward Raika first. If an elite attacks, she will take the first few punches for us in the face, our supporters and tankers will have enough time to react while sheâs getting her ass beaten.â
The Hexwitchâs words earned her more than a few wry looks. The sheer bluntness with which she spoke about her fellow discipleâsomeone sheâd lived and fought alongside for over a centuryâmade a few brows twitch. But no one argued.
Because she wasnât wrong.
Raika was a beast in human skin. The woman could take punishment that would fold most elites in half and still keep swinging. If anyone had to eat a surprise strike from that glaive bastard or others of his level, she was the best option.
Lyra and Kaelira were tankers, yes, but their strength came partly from preparation. When they had time to throw up barriers or cast their defensive spells, they were walls no enemy could casually break through. But a blindsided attack, especially from someone who out-leveled them so badly? That would carve straight through their defenses. Raika was different. She didnât need preparation because she was much closer to the peak fighters in terms of levels. And, also because she was raw muscle and bloody resilience wrapped into one furious package.
âAlright,â Quinlan agreed. âWe move.â
The treeline, which served as their shroud of safety a mile away from the battlefront, no longer mattered the moment Quinlan stepped out. He raised a hand, flashing his wives and allies the familiar signal: two fingers curled and parted in a lazy âpeace.â A gesture that meant âIâll take the wide field, donât follow.â
No further words were needed. They all knew the routine. Quinlanâs fighting style thrived in chaos, in open swathes of space where his area-of-effect spells could breathe. Trying to wedge that into their tight defensive formation would only suffocate them all.
He slipped into the ground without sound, making the soil part like water around him, swallowing him whole. The others would move toward Raika, keeping formation tight.
He, however, plunged deeper, riding the cool density of the earth itself until the sound of battle above became a muted rumble.
Down there, everything was pitch dark. But Quinlan didnât need eyes. He reached out with his earth manipulation, not so much moving the ground as listening to it.
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