Chapter 76 – Raping of the Witch (18+)
Back in a certain universe among many distinct universes, away from the businesswoman Hecate's ether-television screen, a disheveled young man winced as the Algorian mace-inflicted bruise on his face began to heal itself, the black and blue fading away ever so slightly as the seconds passed by.
[You have been injured.]
[Your injury is now healing.]
Devon could barely open his left eye due to heavy bruising as the four sided war waged on around him, with Algorian rebels trying to break free from the empire on one side, and the three armies on the other side.
Actually, it was more accurate to call it a five sided war, due to the presence of a single white haired noble girl who was the catalyst for this entire incident, as well as the catalyst for intermittent explosions.
But right now, something was wrong with her. After using her explosion magic multiple times in a row, the white haired Countess Ilyana that Devon previously played the 'listen to the king's orders' game with was panting heavily on the floor, a far cry from the composed and haughty girl who sat cross legged on the chair just moments ago. The cage door that contained her was also blasted open.
The Algorian rebel general signalled towards his goons by his side. "If they do not wish to negotiate, violate the girl! Rape her, ravage her, sully the bitch as much as you want. Show her what it means to not respect the wishes of the Algorian people!"
"I wish I could join you in partaking, but there is a war to be won here. Attack!" he shouted, charging forward in his full armor with a spiked mace in hand.
Devon twitched as he heard what the Algorian rebel general declared, and so did the two earls' armies.
"Defend the Countess from these cretins!" the leader of her father's army declared.
"Sir, they are holding firm, we can't break through the line."
"Blast the line, shove your way through if you have to. Our heads will roll if the Countess is violated by the hands of these Algorians!"
With renewed anger, the two earls' armies pressed forwards in a frenzy, trying to break through. However, it was simply not possible. Roused emotions alone were not enough to pierce the tight spear and axe wall that the Algorians had formed at the line of skirmish.
Several brutish Algorian men stepped forward towards the slumped Countess Ilyana on the ground, who had very little energy left after consecutive casts of her explosive magic. Her clothes were in tatters from the explosions, and one of the men knelt down and grabbed her leg aggressively. He pulled her body towards him as she kicked at him, screaming.
"Get off me!" Countess Ilyana yelled, landing a kick on the man's thigh. Unfortunately, he was armored and a bit strong for her. The rebel began to take off his gauntlets, unhooking them slowly.
"Fuck," Devon muttered under his breath. He felt the very blood in his veins roused into a fighting spirit, as anger coursed through his body, causing his hands to shake as he tightened his grip on the moonlight steel sword.
Soldier after soldier from the two earls' armies fell as they tried to break the Algorian line by force upon hearing the Countess cry out, and Devon shook his head. He didn't care too much about most of the things that happened in this world, but one of the last things he did care about was when his women were threatened.
If any of those Algorian cretins even touched a hair on Countess Ilyana's body, he'd rip their spines out and skewer them like shrimp.
His instinct kicking in, Devon converted some of his energy into mana and concentrated it onto his legs.
[Blessing of the Witch has been activated.]
[Your mana pool has expanded.]
Without even paying much mind to the new notifications, Devon's eyes were laser focused on the three rebel men who were now pulling the shirt off of Countess Ilyana, revealing her soft white breasts to the entire world. One of the men began to tug at her skirt, as she squirmed trying to break free from their lecherous grasp.
Phwoosh.
Devon launched himself into the air, the additional mana from Hecate's personal favor [Blessing of the Witch] supporting his ascent like rocket fuel for a rocket that was about to leave the earth's atmosphere.
Devon ascended roughly twelve meters into the air in a parabolic arc, before he began his accelerating descent towards the cage where the Algorian men just managed to rip off the Countess's skirt, leaving her in bare panties and topless, sobbing.
Thud.
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Chapter 77 – Algorian Rapists (18+)
Thud.
Like a meteorite striking the earth, Devon landed with a resounding thwack onto an Algorian soldier's back, his legs buckling under the ton of pressure that shook through his core as he knocked the soldier down and unconscious as his head rocked back and forth from the impact.
[Your left shin has been fractured.]
[Your right shin has been fractured.]
[Your wounds are now healing.]
He was expected to land like a superhero, glamorously and gracefully, but reality was nothing of the sort. Due to the gravitational acceleration from launching himself up so far into the air, Devon landed like a sack of potatoes onto his legs and hurt himself badly. At least the silver lining was that he took down a soldier during his landing.
"Aggghh!" he shouted in pain, as an Algorian soldier pierced him with a spear right through his stomach, and Hades's passive began to reconstruct and rejuvenate his bones.
[Your stomach has been pierced.]
[Your liver has been destroyed.]
[Your wounds are now healing]
"N-nooooooo!" Countess Ilyana screamed from just a few meters away, where the lust filled Algorian rebels pulled down her white panties revealing her smooth and vulnerable pussy.
Devon's eyes flashed red. Even he did not get the pleasure of seeing the young virgin Countess's pussy yet, and these Algorian rebel thugs were trying to rape her, right now and right in front of his eyes?
Devon crawled forward with his arms like a prone soldier, unable to move his legs for the next few seconds as they healed through his passive, and somewhat pain shocked due to the spear still sticking in his belly. Despite his flashy entrance, the other Algorian soldiers wrote him off as dead due to his spear injury and were busy dealing with the other three armies.
They stepped over him, one sinking his boot onto Devon's head, but Devon continued to crawl forward.
One of the Algorian thugs was beginning to pull down his pants while the other two held down the white haired Countess by strongarming her by the shoulders. She was fully stripped above the waist, revealing her white and soft breasts, and her skirt pulled up to reveal her uncovered pussy and bare legs. The beautiful girl writhed and struggled to escape their grasp, but she could not break free. Her mana was too low to cast another explosion spell as well.
Countess Ilyana's eyes were puffy as she blinked back tears and tried feebly to kick away the aggressors.
The outline of a penis appeared as the Algorian thug undid his pants in preparation to rape the Countess. That was the last straw for Devon.
[Blessing of the Witch has been activated.]
[Your mana pool has expanded.]
Using the same magic principle that he experimented earlier with during the tomato run game, Devon packed a voluminous amount of wind into a long, spear shaped form. He grabbed the wind spear, which felt surprisingly cold to the touch due to the torrential whirlwind effect that maintained its form. Cocking his arm back, he threw it with all his might while still lying prone on the ground.
Propelled by mana from the [Blessing of the Witch], the wind spear rocketed through the air and slammed into the back of the Algorian rebel with his pants down, splashing against his armor and knocking him into the air, straight into the other side of the cage while colliding with the other assaulters.
In a theatrical display, the flying Algorian rebel knocked into the other two holding Countess Ilyana by her arms, flipping the countess legs first into the air while the three Algorians slammed into the cage, as the cage also teetered upwards, then rolled as best as a cube could roll, twice to the side.
The first time it rolled, the opening to the cage landed directly on the three men and the countess, and the second time, it rolled to another side leaving all four people lying in a mess on the floor, free from the cage. The countess lay to the right of the three Algorians, exhausted and stripped half naked but otherwise fine, her dignity preserved.
From an outside perspective, including the other Algorians who were now looking completely slack jawed at that sequence of events, it seemed as if the gods themselves were playing house with what just happened. It looked like a sheer miracle, as if some god flicked over the cage and then took his invisible hand and guided the physical procession.
However, Devon knew better. It was he who orchestrated this entire sequence of events, by nudging things here and tipping things over there, using the minimal amount of mana and energy to produce the most results possible.
[Blessing of the Witch has expanded.]
Devon rose to full height, his leg injuries healed, although a long spear was still stuck inside his belly.
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