Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 237 Slaughter Showdown: Blood for Survival

Magnus circled around the massive mutant goose, adjusted his pistol, and fired without hesitation - bang! The bullet hit its eye. The beast shrieked, flailed, and jerked upright, thrashing side to side in fury.

Not wasting the opening, Magnus sprinted to its other side and fired three quick shots - none hit the second eye, but all struck somewhere on its massive head. He already knew from the other night that shooting these oversized birds in the head wouldn’t kill them instantly. The bullets barely made it past the thick skin, only making them more enraged.

These three missed shots set the goose off. It locked on to Magnus, its fury boiling over. Even with the Fire Crystal glowing faintly on his chest, the beast lunged at him, stomping forward with murderous intent.

Without activating the Metal Crystal, one misstep - if the creature struck him or crushed his skull - would spell instant death, life crystals or not. No room for error.

Magnus turned and bolted, darting away while emptying his magazine into the rampaging goose. He reloaded mid-run, then kept firing at its thick skull. Finally - one lucky shot - straight into the remaining eye. The beast shrieked again, now completely blind, flailing in helpless rage.

Not wasting the chaos, Magnus scaled the balcony of a nearby building, climbing to the third floor. He saw the goose blundering straight toward the building and took a deep breath, steadying himself.

One leap - and he dropped down square on the creature’s back.

No Metal Crystal protecting him. If he’d missed that jump and hit the ground instead, his skull would’ve cracked open like a ripe fruit.

But he landed firm, then shifted quickly - wrapped his arms around the goose’s thick neck and pulled out the military dagger. Blade in hand, he drove it hard - again and again - into the creature’s throat.

Bullets barely dug in, so the resistance against the dagger was massive.

Minutes passed.

Finally, with one last thrust, Magnus and the dying goose crashed to the ground. He landed hard but luckily, its neck cushioned the fall from nearly three stories high.

He stood, bloody and breathing heavy. Looked around - no trouble. Above, giant mutant sparrows circled lazily, not caring much. Not far off, a monstrous rooster still strutted on the plastic soccer field, busy with its hens - living the good life. Real "double flight," no joke.

Magnus signaled Harper with a wave. The off-roader rumbled to life and slowly rolled his way. He climbed up, pulled down the steel cable from the roof, then walked to the goose and looped the cable securely around its thick neck. Gave it a tug - solid. He jogged back to the passenger seat, climbed in, and Harper steered the car toward the underground parking lot.

The goose was dead. And like that, everything went smoothly.

The off-roader hauled the massive corpse through the lot’s entrance. The girls at the front quickly extinguished the meteoric flames lighting the place.

Just as Magnus predicted, the goose’s neck fit inside, but the body jammed at the gate. Female crew members hurried over, carrying large white buckets to collect the thick blood - fill after fill, smooth and efficient.

Seeing the girls working in order, Magnus grabbed an automatic rifle from Lana, then crept along the edge of the parking lot exit to squeeze out beside the mutated giant goose’s body. Alone, he jogged toward the plastic soccer field.

That damn rooster was still enjoying itself, riding two hen mutants like it had won the world.

Magnus had already had enough of that bird.

Damn it. I’m out here risking my damn life, and you’re over there screwing around like it’s some kind of joke? You mocking me? Fine. I’ll shoot your damn eyes out - see how you feel when you can’t even tell a hen from a rooster.

He raised the rifle, aimed at the still-crowing rooster, and didn’t bother with single shots. He emptied a whole burst into the bastard.

In an instant, the rooster let out a high-pitched screech, toppling off one of the hens mid-ride. One of its beady eyes was blown to pieces.

Magnus didn’t hesitate. He swapped out the magazine, then turned the weapon on the hen underneath. Then he started circling the field, spraying bullets and slamming in fresh clips, one after another. Seven or eight magazines later, all three birds - one rooster and two giant hens - had their eyes blasted out.

The three oversized freaks stumbled and wailed around the field. When the hens stood again, Magnus saw clear as day - underneath them was a whole row of massive eggs, each more than two meters wide. They looked good enough to eat.

But those goddamn birds, now blind, crushed most of the eggs beneath their feet, yolk and white splattering everywhere. Magnus winced. What a damn waste.

The birds kept bumping into each other, yelping like idiots. Every now and then, a flap of wings sent gusts sweeping across the field, but they only managed a few weak flutters before dropping back down.

Magnus watched them from the edge, thoughts tumbling. Maybe... maybe he should just blind every creature left on campus. Let them stumble around and die on their own. Save him the trouble.

But after ten-something minutes, the two hens gave up crashing around and just lay flat on the field. Only the rooster was still pacing and bumping into the others, but the hens didn’t move at all anymore.

Wait... were they different from humans?

Magnus narrowed his eyes. Even blind, those birds didn’t seem like they were dying. He hadn’t seen them bleed out through the eyes, either.

If that’s the case... he couldn’t just shoot out the eyes of all the chickens, ducks, and geese around Hanford Advanced Finance College. When they could see, they’d steer clear of spiked barricades. But blind? They’d wreck everything, even the vehicles in the convoy. That’d just make a mess.

Figuring it out, Magnus turned back and headed down into the underground parking lot.

The women were still collecting blood. It was a tiring job. Once an animal’s heart stopped, blood didn’t flow easy. It took grinding effort just to drain it out.

Isabel had ten female teammates taking turns cutting into the goose’s thick neck. Now that it was dead, its meat was floppy and soft - much easier to handle than when Magnus had done it earlier.

When Magnus got back, they’d already sliced off the whole head. Two women were hacking away at the base of the neck, blades driving deep. Blood soaked them through. They had none of the softness of women - more like butchers in war.

Magnus looked around, didn’t spot Isabel. Just as he was about to ask, he saw her crawl out from the huge gash at the goose’s neck. A thick steel cable slung over one shoulder, she tossed one end out toward the girls waiting nearby.

Together, they heaved hard - hauling out the goose’s massive guts in one go, blood and flesh spilling everywhere like pulling rope from a hole.