Chapter 77 – Algorian Rapists (18+)
Like a meteorite striking the earth, Devon landed with a resounding thwack onto an Algorian soldier’s back, his legs buckling under the ton of pressure that shook through his core as he knocked the soldier down and unconscious as his head rocked back and forth from the impact.
[Your left shin has been fractured.]
[Your right shin has been fractured.]
[Your wounds are now healing.]
He was expected to land like a superhero, glamorously and gracefully, but reality was nothing of the sort. Due to the gravitational acceleration from launching himself up so far into the air, Devon landed like a sack of potatoes onto his legs and hurt himself badly. At least the silver lining was that he took down a soldier during his landing.
“Aggghh!” he shouted in pain, as an Algorian soldier pierced him with a spear right through his stomach, and Hades’s passive began to reconstruct and rejuvenate his bones.
[Your stomach has been pierced.]
[Your liver has been destroyed.]
[Your wounds are now healing]
“N-nooooooo!” Countess Ilyana screamed from just a few meters away, where the lust filled Algorian rebels pulled down her white panties revealing her smooth and vulnerable pussy.
Devon’s eyes flashed red. Even he did not get the pleasure of seeing the young virgin Countess’s pussy yet, and these Algorian rebel thugs were trying to rape her, right now and right in front of his eyes?
Devon crawled forward with his arms like a prone soldier, unable to move his legs for the next few seconds as they healed through his passive, and somewhat pain shocked due to the spear still sticking in his belly. Despite his flashy entrance, the other Algorian soldiers wrote him off as dead due to his spear injury and were busy dealing with the other three armies.
They stepped over him, one sinking his boot onto Devon’s head, but Devon continued to crawl forward.
One of the Algorian thugs was beginning to pull down his pants while the other two held down the white haired Countess by strongarming her by the shoulders. She was fully stripped above the waist, revealing her white and soft breasts, and her skirt pulled up to reveal her uncovered pussy and bare legs. The beautiful girl writhed and struggled to escape their grasp, but she could not break free. Her mana was too low to cast another explosion spell as well.
Countess Ilyana’s eyes were puffy as she blinked back tears and tried feebly to kick away the aggressors.
The outline of a penis appeared as the Algorian thug undid his pants in preparation to rape the Countess. That was the last straw for Devon.
[Blessing of the Witch has been activated.]
[Your mana pool has expanded.]
Using the same magic principle that he experimented earlier with during the tomato run game, Devon packed a voluminous amount of wind into a long, spear shaped form. He grabbed the wind spear, which felt surprisingly cold to the touch due to the torrential whirlwind effect that maintained its form. Cocking his arm back, he threw it with all his might while still lying prone on the ground.
Propelled by mana from the [Blessing of the Witch], the wind spear rocketed through the air and slammed into the back of the Algorian rebel with his pants down, splashing against his armor and knocking him into the air, straight into the other side of the cage while colliding with the other assaulters.
In a theatrical display, the flying Algorian rebel knocked into the other two holding Countess Ilyana by her arms, flipping the countess legs first into the air while the three Algorians slammed into the cage, as the cage also teetered upwards, then rolled as best as a cube could roll, twice to the side.
The first time it rolled, the opening to the cage landed directly on the three men and the countess, and the second time, it rolled to another side leaving all four people lying in a mess on the floor, free from the cage. The countess lay to the right of the three Algorians, exhausted and stripped half naked but otherwise fine, her dignity preserved.
From an outside perspective, including the other Algorians who were now looking completely slack jawed at that sequence of events, it seemed as if the gods themselves were playing house with what just happened. It looked like a sheer miracle, as if some god flicked over the cage and then took his invisible hand and guided the physical procession.
However, Devon knew better. It was he who orchestrated this entire sequence of events, by nudging things here and tipping things over there, using the minimal amount of mana and energy to produce the most results possible.
[Blessing of the Witch has expanded.]
Devon rose to full height, his leg injuries healed, although a long spear was still stuck inside his belly.