Chapter 243 – Subtitle Molu (1)
A few days have passed since I had my balls serviced by maid Lilith until they were empty.
Everything that happened so far was uneventful.
These were days where I would kill zombies during the day, advance to my chosen destination, and without fail, ejaculate a lot into my wives’ pussies at night.
If I had any regrets, it would be that the made release was something special for that day only and that they didn’t do it even when I asked them to do it again?
She hasn’t yet made an appointment to do it again.
Since I kept pestering her, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to see Maid Lilith again until she pulled out her fist and got the wish ticket again, even if I just took out the maid’s head.
Still, although it’s a shame that we won’t be able to see Made Lilith again, there were some good things about it.
Since that day, Lilith has done one more thing.
That’s right, it was a rear end strangulation.
Ejaculation still had to be done in the pussy, but it was fucking disgusting to see Lilith spread her ass and beg me to stick my dick in her back cunt.
Except for Ariad, all the wives did it, but Lilith was the only one who didn’t do it.
I didn’t do it because Ariad wasn’t there, but it seemed like she would do it if I asked.
Anyway, thanks to that, I can now do the rear pussy version of the order of squeezing the dick while spreading the pussy, so I was thinking of giving it a try when I get the chance.
It was impossible for the time being because it was impossible to admire the buttocks of all the wives in the narrow space of Ssingsingi No. 2.
Anyway, let alone the sexual situation between my husband and I who work hard to make a baby every day even when we are out.
As for the zombies, I didn’t see anything as big as the one I first encountered, but most of them were at a level where only mutated zombies or Hecatoncheires-level zombies popped out.
Unlike zombies whose bodies are simply deformed, only mutant zombies that are much stronger and stronger, or Hecatoncheires-class zombies, which are made up of at least dozens of such mutant zombies, pop out in droves, so they have to be killed individually in small groups. Instead, they had to be dealt with intensively, one by one, in groups.
However, the speed of progress has become much faster than before.
It wasn’t that the skills of the Silver Wolves or Wearhoneybees had improved significantly during that time.
That’s right, everyone is gradually becoming more proficient at controlling zombies, but the faster speed is because everyone’s skill level at controlling zombies is a separate issue.
Unlike before, I was able to make steady progress every day simply by providing assistance by healing the injured Silver Wolves and Werehoney Bees, providing necessary artifacts, and dishes that made my stomach full. This was thanks to the wives who had stopped participating in the battle themselves.
Everyone only stepped up to the level of the A-rank hunters in concept, which is what they were currently playing, but that alone enabled them to advance at a tremendous speed, unlike before.
If we were alone, it took more than ten people, including me, holding on and grabbing each other for an hour to be able to defeat a Hecatoncheires-level zombie. However, if my wives beat it up ourselves, we were able to defeat it in less than a few minutes, so it was natural. It was the result.
We didn’t all do it together, but each person dealt with it individually, and it lasted only a few minutes.
Which was faster: catching one fish for over an hour or catching several fish at the same time in less than a few minutes. Of course, it was the latter.
As a result, I ended up progressing several times faster than before.
Today.
I was finally able to arrive at my destination.
“Is that right there?”
Aileya, who was covered in blood after working hard to kill zombies today, answered the question as she sniffled and shook off the blood from her body.
“Yes, for now.”
I checked the coordinates through the artifact I brought with me and this was the correct one.
Not only were the coordinates similar, but they were also roughly similar to the terrain on the map.
“First of all, that was originally a river and the remains were probably a bridge, so this is the correct place.”
“That’s a river…?”
Aileya mumbles like she doesn’t understand.
But, I saw it that way too.
It was hard to see that it was a river, full of bubbling, boiling purple slime. Even the remains of the bridge that had fallen into the river were in the process of being corroded and melted little by little by the river water.
It was very difficult to call it a river as it was melting away rebar and concrete debris.
But thanks to this, I could clearly understand what the world government was saying about spending a significant amount of money simply to quarantine these areas.
Even though I don’t know much about these things, when I look at it, it’s not pollution, it’s full of things that look like they came from some other dimension. If something like this were to flow into the sea in some unknown river or something, it seemed like a fucking disaster would happen.
Not only zombies, but many wizards and shamans would have been struggling to prevent them from coming over.
In the first place, since zombies were unable to escape this zone and the contaminated area, the quarantine that the world government was actually implementing may have been aimed at preventing such things.
Anyway, that was probably a good thing for me.
This place is being cleaned up anyway, so even if the world government spends less on isolating this area, it won’t mean that the taxes I have to pay will decrease.
It was a damn good thing.
But, that aside, it was true that this was the land where our house would be built from now on.
Therefore.
“Let’s quickly organize what’s left. Sister Aileya.”
I killed dozens of them today as well, and I kicked the ground to kill the few remaining Hecatoncheires-level zombies that were still around.
And, with a sigh, I re-armed myself with the artifacts I had put aside for a while.
While I was armed with the ‘Heavenly Armor’ and ‘Dragon Claws’, the gift began to appear along with my cock that started to become erect.
In the meantime, in order to make up for the fact that the time it takes to manifest the gift, which can be said to be my weakness, is too long, I have been practicing hard to temporarily manifest the gift momentarily and then achieve an erection before the gift fades away, and as a result, Although it may still be a surprise attack situation, the defenseless time required to manifest the gift itself could be greatly reduced.
Although the release is still lacking.
Well, I thought that if I worked hard, something would work out.
There’s nothing I can do right now.
Now more than that-
Clumsy, clumsy.
I don’t know why, but I was running at a speed that was almost twice as fast as before – at a speed that was fueled by leg strength that had been strengthened several times due to the werewolf’s racial abilities that had become stronger in the past few days.
Power was put into the ‘dragon claws’ on both sides.
Even after beating, tearing, and piercing, it took too much time to deal with the zombies that were already lying down in the first place.
Even if the limbs or torso were torn off or a large hole was created, it was not such a big blow to the moving zombies even though they were already down.
My main focus was only Werewolf’s enhanced physical ability due to the racial ability of Werewolf and Werehoney Bee’s poisonous sting assisted by ‘Dragon Claws’, so it was rat poison for undead like zombies who could not easily inflict that much damage with physical attacks.
Previously, all you had to do was smash the skeletons, but this was especially true for the zombies here, which looked like a single entity but were actually the flesh of several zombies lumped together.
So this is what came to mind.
Because of the opinions of those around me, I should say that it was my secret weapon, but it was like insurance, so it was difficult to use it carelessly, but in fact, there were two people who were stronger than me.
In particular, both of them have effective abilities in catching zombies and the like.
There was also Hoa, the fire-wielding fox whose firepower was strong enough to instantly burn up a moving piece of meat, and Ammut, who, although in decline, was once a god in charge of powers related to death.
Both had specialized abilities in controlling moving corpses.
The problem is that Ammut is still upset about having his blood drawn in return for Ariad, so he doesn’t come out even when I call him.
However, Hoa was still cooperating with me.
Grumble!
A small spark appeared around the ‘dragon claws’, and then the two ‘dragon claws’ burst into flames in an instant.
“There! “I’m going to hit you, so avoid it!”
At my words, I saw several werewolves of the Silver Wolf Troop, who were fighting Hecatoncheires-level zombies, rushing out of their seats.
“Please take a big hit, Hoya.”
-Yea, I got it.
“Ugh,” Hoa’s voice answers from inside me, and my energy is pulled out in clumps.
Roughly speaking, I felt like I had used up enough energy to punch about 20 bees.
When I asked him to give me a big hit, it looked like he was trying to give me a really big hit.
And.
Whoa!
As if oil had been poured, the right ‘dragon claw’ was seen blazing and engulfed in fox fire that burned even more fiercely.
The fox fire burns fiercely, but actually feels a little warm to me.
While wearing it, he swung his ‘dragon claws’ wildly.
Pak!
The fox fire that flew along with the poisonous needle fired from the ‘dragon claw’ transferred to the body of the Hecatoncheires-class zombie, and began to burn the pieces of zombie flesh that the poisonous needle cut off.
“Keeeee!”
Then the zombie screamed while spitting blood out of its many mouths.
My ears were tingling from the shouts of a guy who was already dead and couldn’t feel pain, but unlike me, who only used a part of the werewolf’s racial abilities, I was already getting used to the werewolves who were the original and were closer than me and would be in more pain. He went about his business regardless of whether he was used to it or not.
“It’s on fire! Cut!”
“Die! “I’m already dead, but I’m dying again!”
“The blade is out here! “Give me the knife!”
“Don’t cut it in big chunks, just cut it off little by little! “You think that knife is free?!”
Should we say that this is a characteristic of Hecatoncheires-class zombies? Perhaps because they were created by merging several zombies in the first place, even after being cut, the pieces of flesh that were cut off remained attached to each other or to completely different Hecatoncheires-class zombies. The problem was that it was trying to regenerate while sticking, but it was completely impossible to do so while it was burning with Hoa’s fox fire.
It was burning brightly, but there was no way that pieces of flesh that had already been torn apart could stick together in such flames.
Thanks to this, the werewolves were seen rushing towards the zombies that were on fire and unable to regenerate, swinging their swords and cutting them into pieces.
Werewolves, with their much stronger muscles, are best at dismembering and slicing flesh, so in these cases, Werehoney Bees took on the role of supplying knives that had lost their blades while the Silver Wolves were cutting up zombies. .
Anyway, it was a new strategy that was created thanks to Hoa Punch, a new technique I learned.
Although I wasn’t as fast as my wife, if we caught one in this way, it would take about 30 minutes for us to catch one.
“Here! “Please give me a room here too!”
“Yes.”
He swung his hand widely and swung his left ‘dragon claw’, which was still burning brightly, at the zombies facing the werewolves who were sending the signal.
