"Crush hismanders! Milvar! Eldar!"


    The wolf cavalry led by Milvar recovered her most elite warriors, moving to escape the damage dealt by Morgana as they lunged towards her with theirnces aimed at her chest.


    On the opposite side, Nuriel was not under any pressure, as her body shot into the sky, holding her spear of light before she swooped down towards the infantry led by the dark elf Eldar with a huge bow aimed directly at the seraphim.


    ''Good work! Marimo support Morgana with Meru. Ikumi, to take the Hares and challenge their infantry! The subus unit is left to you, Ven! Lusia, support your sister! On the right nk!''


    "Counter his infantry! Use the heavy arrows; cut them down!" Rena Stood on the tip of her carriage; before her body began to pulse with a powerful electric crackle, her eyes fixated on Lancelot, who was flying rapidly towards her.


    "Ah... you little bastard! I will get you for taking my virginity!"


    Milvar''s troops swerved, dodging the barrage of shadow bolts from the subi, her eyes watching the battle from the mid of her riders, holding her hands tight as if waiting for the perfect moment to strike.


    On the left, Eldars golden eyes watched the movements of Nuriel before she began to shoot her bow rapidly; five arrows were shot within two seconds.


    She fired with one arrow fully drawn and holding four arrows between her long fingers, a fierce smile on her face as she watched them shoot towards Nuriel with a strange ck string attached.


    They pierced Nuriel rapidly, causing the seraphim to feel like a sponge, slowly draining out her blood. Her body spiralled in the skies before tearing the strings with a divine force de; however, seeing Morgana yfully toying with the wolf riders made Nuriel''s face twitch.


    This battle had started differently than the initial skirmishes, and the numbers were far from equal.


    Lancelot''s troops were barely 150, with most being Frost Hares and the rest Sanguine Subi. On the other hand, it seemed that Rena''s troops were 200 Oni infantry and close to 150 Wolf Riders,pletely outnumbering them.


    With time passing, his troops would continue to diminish. ''Damn it... howe we ended up facing such high-level troops...''


    The seraphim Nuriel slunk down with hernce crouched, tucked into her shoulder as she charged the Oni warriors, her eyes narrowed as she smirked seeing the Dark elf with a bow suddenly dashing away, no longer able to fire at the iing seraphim.


    Seeing the angel descend like a divine goddess, the men could only watch her charge with fear on their faces; despite being a mix of male and female Oni, they were like sheep, her de cutting every enemy in front of them apart.


    It took one charge as a stream of blood rushed up in her wake; Nuriel''s holy energy was so dense that every attack or wound left an effect behind, burning and cauterising instantly.


    Meanwhile, on the other side, Morgana watched Nuriels disy, "Well, not bad. I guess I have to get serious."


    "ALL UNITS! USE YOUR DOMINA!"


    A massive sh of light appeared within the distance, forcing the men charging towards them to be blown apart or burnt on impact.


    "Seems like I have to end this quickly... Milvar, you said?" Morgana flew higher, her eyes closing as she ced her finger onto the neckline of her corset dress, tearing it in half, "Don''t look away, or lower your guard."


    There was a slight pause as Morgana descended upon Milvar, her figure glowing dark red and leaving a streak like a meteor behind. As her body was enveloped in ck light, now covered in scales with a visor covering her face and eyes glowing golden, along with the entire 40 subus unit, they began to ughter the Wolf Riders.


    She rushed forth, her two fists smashing into Milva''s spear and shattering it within her hands, her wings pping erratically to force Milvar into submission.


    "Silly slut, don''t underestimate the Oni race!"


    ?Bloodrage!?


    ?Bereserking!?


    Instantly Milvar''s body grew slightly, now with thick and powerful muscles holding a huge stone pir as her weapon, while the wolves and Oni riding them all began to grow too, a fierce fight between the subi in the air and the empowered wolf riders began, brutal and vicious as blood, fur, wings and flesh were sprayed across the battlefield.


    ***


    "Lancelot!" Rena shouted, her body leaping forward and shing with him, his body covered in ck scales and a ck visor, while his eyes were strange, one golden with divine light, the other dark red with an evil dragon-like aura. His swords were agile as he danced around her body, gracefully deflecting her huge kanabo.


    "Hello there, lovelydy. Would you care for a dance?" Lancelot replied, his body thrusting a de towards her neck as she blocked steadily with the metal kanabo. Her skin glowed a light purple as he deflected them; he still couldn''t ess her body.


    With the both of them shing each other, the fight reached a new height; even Morgana and Nuriel were forced to change tactics against them; even though Milvar was on the run against Morgana, it was due to Morgana''s massive consumption of power, and so both of her arms and wings were injured.


    Simrly, although it looked like Nuriel had crushed all the frontline and was leading an onught on their rearguard, the golden eye and dark skin of Eldar forced Nuriel into submission as the dark elf shot her with countless arrows, bathing her in them as an arrow through Nuriels foot and then wing. In a matter of moments, the seraphim had injuries all over.


    "Hahahahahah! MORE MORE! AMUSE ME MORE LANCELOT!"


    *Bang!* Her club smashed into his swords guarding his nk, with the sound and force so great his scales began to crack, despite his powerful attacks only causing shallow cuts and de wounds down her body and face, causing her to be more excited like their battle was merely forey!


    "How amusing, then let me show you a gift. Tiamat''s Scale Formation!" His twin swords separated and began to fly in the sky; 18 purple swords began to circle their figures before lunging towards the woman!


    However, when the des lunged towards her, she showed arge smile before looking at him with those strange obsessive eyes she had when they were having sex.


    "Hmmm! This is quite interesting! A very dominating skill! If we survive, how about we make love again!? And make lots of babies!?" Her grin made him feel sick, but Lancelot couldn''t understand this woman''s logic! She was utterly unpredictable and uncontainable!


    Lancelot panted and moved rapidly as to stop her movements. Still, with each sh, his powers were reduced slightly, whilst the woman seemed to grow stronger, her body overflowing with excitement as her kanabo smashed down half the des, while the others began to pierce her shoulders, back, sides, abdomen and knees. Yet she seemed to thrive off the pain with a lustful gaze.


    "Are you... trying to kill yourself?" Lancelot gasped.


    She leapt forward, "That''s thest thing I want to do~ We''re just beginning!" With one huge smash, her hands gripping tight on the massive club of steel, she lunged forward, Lancelot bracing himself as he stared into her eyes that gave him strange feelings...


    Was he scared? No... his feeling was like hers, delighting the desire to battle... It was not his demon blood or the divine blood... The ck dragon in him wanted to fight, to devour and dominate this woman.


    He never wanted to have sex with this weird woman again, if possible. Still, Lancelot felt he would probably regret it as the battle finished... perhaps he was tricking himself...


    ''Damn it! What is this strange feeling building in my body!''


    *ng!*


    He returned the Gale Sword to its greatsword form, blocking her heavy blow as the de began to crack, Lancelot''s teeth gritting together as he sank into the ground, his ck wings pping rapidly as something began to hurt his chest and back; something was happening.


    ***


    A de shed Morgana''s face; her blood was purple before turning red a momentter; she fell to the ground as Milvar stood with one arm missing, holding a bent, bloody sword that began to melt from the purple blood like a corrosive acid.


    "Haa....haa..." Morgana stood, and two wolves lunged at her before her sharp-wed wings tower them apart. "You dare... to stop me aiding my husband... Ah....." She was insane; her eyes turned a strange pink... as she throbbed with a powerful aura trying to break the seal ced on her body forcibly... "Wait for me....


    husband...."


    Her wings wererge; they consumed her back before wrapping around her shoulders like a ck cloak, while a faint outline of a demon''s head with purple eyes formed around her head.


    Her figure dashed as she tried to reach Lancelot, but Milvar''s body stood in her path, mming down with her club after discarding the sword.