Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 194 He Burned Their Army Alone

"We had a team too..." The six girls spoke all at once, their voices mixed with bitterness and grief as they recounted their past group - over 300 people strong before they got wiped out.

Magnus realized he’d misjudged them. He just gave a brief listen, then turned to leave. If things went smoothly later, he’d come back for them. They were all Awakened, had experience in combat - just no guns. When the Ridgebreak Battalion rolled into town, their team got slaughtered. Fear locked them down; that’s why they hadn’t resisted him.

Once out of the clothing shop, Magnus followed the directions the girls gave. After about ten minutes, he arrived at Hanford Advanced Finance College, stopping around 100 meters from the south gate. He slipped to the side, moved along the outer wall about 50 meters, then looked up. With one leap, he was on top of the wall.

No flashlight - too risky. It was pitch-black around him. He dropped silently over the wall and stalked down a narrow path, step by step.

Library, cafeteria, teaching building, gym... Empty. The emptiness didn’t sit right. Then faint noise drifted over from the distance.

Had to be the dorm area.

Magnus crouched low, gliding past the open area and ducked into a flowerbed just outside the dorm building. He drew out his night-vision binoculars.

Every door and window on the dorms was boarded up. Below, four infantry vehicles and dozens of modified troop transports were parked. Judging by the gear, he estimated somewhere between 2,000 and 4,000 soldiers - but with only four infantry carriers, probably closer to 1,000. Might be the Ridgebreak Battalion was running low on heavier equipment.

There weren’t any patrols. He figured there had to be hidden guards posted somewhere on these vehicles. That narrowed his options. After a breath, Magnus darted through the shadows to the side of the building, summoned a length of Nature Crystal log and set it alight.

The wood wasn’t long - maybe under two meters - and about the width of a leg, but that was enough. With it burning, he lunged toward the first infantry vehicle, dropped it beneath, got it flaming, and leapt to the next.

By the time he set fire to the fourth vehicle, the first erupted with a dull boom. The blast jarred the whole area; wooden boards on the lower dorm levels cracked and dropped loose.

No time to waste. Magnus planned to torch all their transports - cripple their mobility - then circle back to the flowerbed and ambush whoever stumbled out. One comes out, dies. A group? Die all the same.

At four times a normal man’s speed, it took Magnus less than ten minutes to ignite over a hundred vehicles scattered around the dorms. Soldiers rushed out in chaos. Screams, curses, panicked yells, gunfire - noise tore through the night.

Hidden behind a burning wreck, Magnus picked off more than thirty troops in a row. The first wave charging out had weapons, but not for long. Each man he dropped, he stripped - guns, clips, grenades - all snatched fast. Every ten kills, he returned to the flowerbed.

That flowerbed - more like a makeshift bunker - had waist-high bushes in a hollowed-out center planted with trees. He tossed his haul inside before heading back out, cutting down more, gathering more. After killing over thirty soldiers, a flood of troops suddenly poured out from the building, torches and flashlights in hand. Magnus dove back into the flowerbed in a flash, pulling the pins from eight grenades one after another and hurling them into the mob.

Explosions rattled the air in quick succession. The soldiers panicked - those outside tried to retreat into the building, while those inside kept charging out. In moments, it was total chaos.

The flowerbed lay between two dorm buildings. Seeing the soldiers bunching up, Magnus grabbed a nearby assault rifle and, using the glow of a burning vehicle, began firing single shots into the dense crowd.

There were no burning cars near the flowerbed - it was pitch-black. Soldiers dropped dead beside their comrades, shot by an invisible enemy. One furious captain crushed his only Fire Crystal, ripped off his helmet, and roared, "Open fire! Don’t look for targets - spray it in all directions!"

Magnus wasn’t a sharpshooter, but from that close, even he couldn’t miss. Each 30-round burst hit at least 15 to 20 men.

After emptying five magazines, another wave of soldiers came pouring out. Magnus ditched the rifle and started chucking grenades again, grabbing them from a neatly lined row on the ground.

Half an hour later, he’d lost count of how many he’d killed. The flames from the burning vehicle were dying down, and swarms of giant mosquitoes in the dark were starting to mess with his visibility.

He exhaled slowly, lying low in the flowerbed, storing every weapon and round he had left into his personal space. Then he vaulted over the edge of the bed and bolted toward the rear dormitories.

The first two buildings had coughed up the most soldiers. Magnus didn’t bother to tally up - he’d definitely taken down over 300. He remembered swapping out at least 15 magazines, and that wasn’t counting grenade kills.

Dorms stretched down the line, too many to count, but the deeper he went, the fewer soldiers he saw. By the fourth building, there were no transport trucks parked outside anymore - just a few military jeeps. A group of about a dozen people bolted out, clearly trying to flee.

Officers, for sure.

Magnus rushed forward and opened fire, cutting down most of them instantly. Three of the survivors activated their Metal Crystals.

Can’t let those three get away.

With that in mind, Magnus didn’t charge - he backed off instead. He summoned a Nature Crystal log, lit a fire, and torched all five jeeps before vanishing into the shadows once more.

The officers who’d used the Metal Crystals weren’t latecomers. The battle had been going on for thirty minutes, but they’d just returned to this building recently. The earlier explosions had caught them mid-change - Travis was still half-dressed when he rushed outside. Usually, logistics handled Crystal storage, but the officer in charge had been killed by Travis the day before, so he’d taken the Crystals with him. When the slaughter outside triggered memories, he ran back to retrieve them - and walked straight into Magnus.

"Stay alert. Watch every direction," Travis said quietly to the two men behind him, one hand gripping his backpack.

Before he could finish the sentence, a heavy blow slammed into his chest, sending him flying backward into one of the other officers.

The third officer suddenly let out a sharp yell - then vanished into thin air, right where he stood.