Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 214 No Red Light. No Mercy.

"What do you want to say?"

Magnus shot Lana a sharp look. She stood firm. "I’m asking to lead a team to Hanford City, immediately."

"No." Magnus cut her off flatly. "We don’t know if the red light will show up after the meteor shower. It’s dangerous. I won’t allow it."

"We’re not going there to dig. We just want to make sure other survivor groups don’t get to the meteors first!" Lana raised her voice.

"Still no!" Magnus’s face darkened. "I won’t let any of you risk your lives. That’s final."

"But, Commander!" Lana refused to back down. "The creatures out there aren’t even a real threat anymore. Small teams, hardly larger than a dozen people, are already entering Hanford. If we wait, we’ll lose everything!"

"Then let them have it!" Magnus snapped. "I’ll say this one last time - no risking Ice Regiment lives!"

"Have you even thought about this?" Lana’s tone rose, sharp and forceful. "If other teams in nearby cities get all the meteors and crystals, our grain stockpile will be in danger sooner or later! Don’t you get it?"

"Enough!" Magnus barked, turning away. "Megan, get a squad to keep an eye on Commander Stewart. Confiscate their crystals and weapons. If they try anything reckless - treat it as betrayal. Show no mercy."

"Yes, sir!" Megan answered crisply. She waved her hand and ten female members moved in, surrounding Lana, Dakota, and Mia.

Dakota looked confused, ready to protest, but Lana let out a soft sigh and gently pulled her back. She shot Magnus a long, unreadable look, then turned and walked off with the others.

Inside, Lana’s emotions were a mess.

She didn’t know how Magnus had predicted the meteor shower - on that front, she respected him. But missing a golden chance to take Hanford? That she couldn’t swallow.

She’d always led, always walked her own path. Dakota and the others rarely went against her decisions. Now, they were suddenly expected to obey someone else?

If Magnus turned out to be right, fine. But if he wasn’t?

This opportunity wouldn’t come again. Did they really not see it?

Even if the red light reappeared - spiders, mosquitoes, centipedes... so what? Were they scared?

Lana’s heart sank. She was bitterly disappointed in Magnus. Maybe even regretting joining Ice Regiment in the first place.

Back when she commanded a unit of 177 second-tier Awakened, she had no doubt they could’ve stormed and taken a county-level city. Just her people. No outsiders needed. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

They’d own every last crystal.

Ashbrook Town had 33 meteors. A place the size of Hanford... at least eight times that. Hundreds of meteors. Over two thousand crystals, waiting to be claimed.

Inside Lana’s room, now turned holding quarters, the three women exchanged glances. Nobody needed to speak; they all understood what the others were thinking. A silent nod. A shared frustration. While the two female members weren’t looking, Dakota gave Lana a quick hand signal - asking if they should take them down and make a run for it. Lana paused, sighed softly, then shook her head without a word.

For the next three hours, truck after truck hauled the meteorite soil into the underground grain bunker. Each run ended with unloading, then turning right back for another load.

Liana was overseeing the girls as they modified vehicles. In just three hours, they’d reworked sixteen buses. But buses couldn’t carry that much - load too heavy, and they’d bottom out.

"Magnus!" Lucy came running into the bunker, breath short. "We’re almost done digging. But look - what is this? This isn’t a Fire Crystal, is it?"

She held up a deep red crystal and handed it to Magnus. He took one look and froze for a beat, then reached out and took it carefully.

It sure wasn’t a Fire Crystal. Fire Crystals were bright red - this one was darker, almost blood-colored. Definitely not the same.

What the hell is this?

Even in his previous life, Magnus had never seen or heard of a crystal like this.

"This crystal..." He looked at Lucy and asked, "How many did you find?"

"A few more. I didn’t check. Molly’s the one collecting them. She thought it looked weird, told me to bring it to you."

Crush it and see? Maybe.

But now wasn’t the time - everyone was busy. So he pocketed the crystal to analyze it later.

At 4 hours and 40 minutes, just 20 minutes shy of the 5-hour mark, all meteorites around Ashbrook Town had been dug up. Three-quarters of the meteorite soil had been moved into the bunker.

With only 20 minutes left, Magnus immediately sent word: all female diggers outside were to return to the bunker now. Full alert. Be ready for anything.

At 5 hours, 10 minutes in, the dust and haze still lingering in the air finally started clearing out.

Magnus sat on the small hill where he’d waited for the meteor showers earlier that morning, quietly smoking. He kept lifting his binoculars, checking around, then dropping them again.

Nothing. No change.

Could he have guessed wrong?

Deep down, Magnus hoped he had. No one left alive in this hellish world wanted to see that red light again. No one wanted to face those creatures, like nightmares clawing their way out of the abyss.

But some gut feeling told him: where there’s meteor rain, red light follows. They’re tied - balanced, maybe. Break that balance, something worse happens.

hours and 40 minutes passed.

Magnus flicked away the cigarette butt. Muscle memory had him reaching for the pack again, but it was empty. Behind him, Charlotte handed him a slim lady’s cigarette. "Let’s head back. Looks like no more red light."

He took the cigarette, lit it, then gave the horizon one last scan through his binoculars. Still dead quiet.

Brushed off his pants, stood up, followed Charlotte down the hill and into the bunker through a side door.

"They’re all in your RV," Charlotte muttered. "Waiting to talk."

Inside the RV, about twenty team leaders and deputies sat watching him expectantly. Magnus said nothing, walked over to his usual seat, crouched and grabbed half a pack of Soft Zhonghua from under the coffee table, tore it open and lit another smoke...

His mouth tasted of stale nicotine. No second red light. You could tell - people were relieved just by looking at their faces.

All of them but Magnus. He just couldn’t shake the feeling.