Atlas and the won traveled across the Shadowfang Kingdom while attacking Achaendian patrols. They were resting on a hill overlooking a massive empire camp stretching for miles.
'Maybe I should summon as many monsters to wash over them?'
he pondered excitedly.
'That would catch them off guard.'
While Atlas was plotting against the Achaendians, Grishna's voice reached his ears, ''Darling, do you want so boar at? I've got so southern sea salt to flavor it with?''
He turned around and spotted the Orc woman with a warm smile. Atlas replied, ''Yes, please, Grish. Do you want to join ?''
The young woman nodded in agreent before grabbing their food and sitting on the hill's edge. As the two sat there, Estelle set up the camps' protection while Athys and Artemis bickered with each other.
While those three did that, Nulia humd while cleaning everyone's spare clothes with an adorable smile on her pretty face. As Atlas watched the brown-skinned beauty Grishna comnted with a giggle, ''You're always looking at us five, don't think I haven't felt you staring at my ass.''
He grinned when he heard the Orcs' words before nodding, ''Yes, I do. You five belong to , so it's only right I admire my won.''
Grishna laughed even more but agreed with a nod as she chewed on so boar at, allowing Atlas to spot her tucks, which he loved. The Orc woman noticed him staring at her, ''Everything okay darling?''
''I love your tusks; I want to feel them biting when we make love,'' Atlas responded as he started eating.
She was caught off guard and trembled at the thought before she snapped at him, ''Don't you dare tease ! Or I swear to the Orc Gods I will drain you dry.''
Atlas burst out laughing as Grishna spun around to the phoenix woman, pointing a playful finger at her. ''Oi, Little Bird!'' she called with a wicked grin. ''When do I get to ride the beast? I'm ready to be ravaged by such a monster! Can't you bend the rules just a little?''
When Athyst heard this, she giggled while replying, ''You only have a few months until your garden can be watered. Mama told the wait makes it so much better.''
Grishna's green eyes narrowed as she retorted, ''I'll ask him to blow your back out as revenge; I wouldn't mind seeing you walk around like a Rainbow Duck.''
'How lewd are these won?'
Atlas thought with a chuckle as the two started bickering back and forth.
'Well, at least they get on.'
After that, he pulled out so dumplings and handed them to the others, who thanked him with a peck on the cheek. While he gave Grishna, she grabbed his collar and pulled him toward her.
Her tusks sank into his neck, causing Atlas to groan as a wave of pleasure shot through his body. Grishna felt his reaction, which pleased her as she whispered, ''I'm going to sneak into your tent tonight; I want to sit on your face again.''
Atlas grinned before nodding as he responded, ''I look forward to tasting you, my Orc.''
Grishna jumped up while chewing so boar at and shouted at Estelle, ''Blondie! Let's do so training, I want to whoop your jiggly ass.''
A stick flew at the green-skinned woman, who dodged it with a grin, ''Co on, Blondie, our husband like that behind of yours, isn't that right, Atlas?''
''She right, your ass does jiggle when you walk Estelle, which is sexy, by the way,'' he answered while looking at the knight's red face.
Everyone laughed as she agreed to Grishna's training to flee the scene, which made Atlas laugh even more. Then, he stood up as Artemis, Nulia, and Athyst started playing a card ga that the Frostbear woman was teaching them.
Atlas descended the hill after telling the group to watch the Achaendian camp. He snuck up to the edge of the light and began summoning hundreds of Howling Void Ghouls and their queen, who gave him a dirty look but listened to his commands.
Ten minutes later, his mana nearly exhausted, Atlas collapsed into a bush, panting as an army of snarling Ghouls gathered behind him. After catching his breath, he straightened and pointed toward the distant camp, his voice firm and commanding. ''Attack the soldiers. Bring the commanders, but kill the rest.''
At his words, the Void Ghouls unleashed chilling, bone-rattling howls before surging forward, descending like a dark wave upon the patrolling Achaendians. The blood-chilling howls of his creatures split the night as they descended upon the camp.
Atlas watched as they poured over the walls like a dark flood, their twisted forms lurching forward with unnatural speed. The soldiers barely had a chance to shout a warning before the first wave hit, claws tearing through armor, their jagged teeth snapping with hunger.
Screams rose from every corner of the camp, swallowed by the Void Ghouls' ceaseless howling. One soldier tried to rally, but a ghoul lunged at him, dragging him away as his cries were silenced in seconds.
'Oh shit they are lethal at night, if the damn things were silent it would be better,'
Atlas thought in amusent.
He observed as his summoned monsters moved with horrifying unity, overwhelming every defense, every line, every blade that dared to rise against them. That's when, in the brutal battle, Atlas spotted a commander trying to rally the soldiers.
Atlas soon spotted the Void Ghoul Queen charging at the commander and stumbled back, his sword shaking as he watched the creatures swarm over his n, each fallen body dragged into the swarm, lifeless.
He watched as the garrison of the northern part of the Shadowfang Kingdom was eaten alive by his Ghouls. While they did that, Atlas jumped into the other world and increased its size with most of its mana.
Ten minutes later, he had enough to create an underground lair for the Void Ghouls. Atlas wanted to see if they could grow and evolve by soaking in his mana. Following that, he returned to the real world.
Atlas noticed the battle was still underway, but he ignored that and strolled into the chaotic camp. Whenever a soldier charged at him, a Ghoul easily took them out, allowing him to open a portal next to the queen.
She was busy eating the commander's organs, but Atlas spoke anyway, ''This place is your ho. Live here and fight with other monsters to grow stronger. If you don't, I'll return you to the void.''
When the Ghoul Queen heard this, she let out a hiss, but he waved her away, ''Don't complain, woman. This is a good opportunity for you.''
Atlas ignored any further complaints and ordered the stubborn creature, ''Tell your children to throw the bodies into that cave. It's yours, and if you don't take it, I'll summon a less problematic monster.''
When the queen heard this, she slowly nodded and let out a loud howl that echoed across the battlefield. Following that, Ghouls drags the dead Achaendians and throws them through the Azure portal.
The battle continued for another couple of hours, but Atlas walked through the camp, guarded by a pack of Ghouls, looting everything of value. He also took the army's food, which the won would like.
Soldiers were still dying around him, but the creatures were kidnapping even more, which baffled Atlas. He chose to ignore the screaming and begging while storing away chests full of coins.
After an hour, he was finished looting everything, and the Ghouls dragged their last victims through the portal before the queen entered. Atlas followed behind and closed it while looking at the creatures crowded around the now graveyard as bodies were piled up.
He sighed before spending more mana to expand the place for them, finally allowing the Void Ghouls to make a nest. While doing this, they were dragging back monsters, kicking and screaming.
'These things are walking nightmares,'
Atlas thought with wide eyes.
'I'm glad they're on my side.'
Atlas watched as they bashed the creatures over the head with a stone before tearing it apart with their claws. They moved thodically through the shadows, hollowing chambers along the stone walls.
Their clawed hands carved nooks and pits to store their food. Bones and supplies salvaged from the raid were piled into these dark recesses, and the ghouls' eyes glinted with a strange satisfaction as they labored, arranging the spoils of war.
A low hum filled the air as the creatures chittered to one another, sharing strange, guttural whispers that echoed against the damp stone. Atlas couldn't help but smirk; his army wasn't just mindless, they were organized, preparing for the long campaign ahead.
As they set aside their morbid provisions, he watched the chamber slowly taking on the feel of a twisted fortress beneath the earth, '
This army will cause many to shit themselves if they charged,'
he thought with a chuckle.
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