My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem - My Dungeon Life – Chapter 1220-1222

Chapter 1220

The entrance to the dungeon was breached. A hulking green best broke through. It was a massive goblin? No, wouldn’t that be an orc? It had a face like a bulldog and was holding a massive club. Faeyna had already been transferred to the 1st floor and was waiting. As the orc looked around, its eyes fell on Faeyna, who was only half its size. A vicious and disgusting grin formed on its lips.

“I haven’t tasted elf in a millennium.” It licked its lips, a look of lust on its face.

Faeyna looked down on the monster with disgust. “You stink!”

“Hehe… when you become my sex toy, you’ll come to like my stink.”

As it said this, it scratched under its loincloth, a dirty little piece of fabric that only just hid the unsightly thing underneath. Otherwise, this guy was completely naked, with a large green potbelly. Isn’t this orc far too rapey! I didn’t sign up for this kind of hentai where the big orc violates the helpless elf maid. This wasn’t that kind of story at all!

“Faeyna! Kill him! Kill him dead!” I cried out through the Slave Communication while biting my chair anxiously.

“Master, that was my intention.” Faeyna brought out her weapon.

Wait, wasn’t that a broom? I knew that with Alysia splitting up the material to make Faeyna defensive armor, she didn’t have as much to make the massive sword I used, but a stick with some bristles on the end.

“You are a filthy creature, orc! It’s time to clean up the mess! Behold escalabroom!”

“Alysia?”

“I didn’t let her name me that!” Alysia cried out tearfully.

There wasn’t time to dwell on Faeyna’s naming sense, as she immediately launched an attack toward the orc. He dropped his giant club on her broom. For a second, I tensed. After all, the thin wooden stick was meeting a thick trunk-sized club. In any normal situation, the victor would have been obvious. However, despite looking like a broom, it was Alysia who was the base of that item. It took the hit without moving back an inch. A strike that looked like it would squash Faeyna instead was deflected.

The orc’s eyes narrowed as his original attack didn’t hit the way he expected. I wasn’t sure how his rapey plan fit in turning her into mush, but it didn’t seem like he was very bright. Yes, monsters grew smarter and more skilled the longer they lived, but at the end of the day, an orc was still an orc.

Being deflected only seemed to anger him, and so he lifted his club and then did a swiping motion, intending to send Faeyna flying.

Faeyna leaped over the club with a backflip, her broom swiping out and striking the orc in the throat. He made a choking noise, stumbling back as he grasped at his throat.

This could have been a killing blow if delivered by a more experienced fighter, but for Faeyna, this was the best she could manage. She might have unlocked her connection to the Maid Hero lore, but that didn’t make her a genius fighter overnight. It was the difference between someone who knew the theory but had never picked up a blade. Without having time to practice the blade and earn experience, your strength still only went so far. Perhaps, I should let Elaya train her. Who would know how the Maid Hero fought better than the former Maid Hero?

Upon recovering from the throat strike, the orc let out an even more enraged roar. His body started to glow with a black aura, and I got a feeling of danger. He was using some kind of skill.

Chapter 1221

“Faeyna, watch out!” I couldn’t help but warn.

I wasn’t used to having a passive role in a fight. If I wasn’t fighting personally, then I was supporting people. Allowing Faeyna to solo this mini-boss without providing her any assistance was driving me crazy. What could I say? I was a backseat adventurer.

The orc moved much quicker now, and his club created dark shadows as it struck down. Faeyna went to deflect it again, but her superior speed was no longer an advantage. Her broom struck the orc’s club various times. The two dance around the room, strike after strike landing. In the orc’s case, the club was moving at a speed that didn’t match the size of the club or the orc himself. Suddenly, his club blurred, creating images of two clubs coming down.

Faeyna chose to block one of the clubs, but it turned out to only be an image. She was smashed in the side, flying back. The orc’s face twisted into a nasty grin as he lunged forward once again, taking advantage of her flustered state to do a more powerful attack. This time, all of the darkness merged into his club. His body blurred and he appeared directly in front of Faeyna. He lifted his club, now completely black, as if it was sucking in all of the light.

“Faeyna!” I cried out.

Faeyna was on the ground helpless as the club descended. At that moment, a bright blinding light flashed out between the pair. The Witch had used a spell to blind the orc. However, he continued with his strike, hitting the ground. I looked on in fear, but I was temporarily blinded. I couldn’t see if Faeyna had gotten hit or not. All I could hear was an explosion and the rising of dust. As the light disappeared, all that was lift was floating dust.

Slowly, the dust settled, revealing a scene. Faeyna had managed to dodge the strike. There was a massive crater where she had been. She had slipped through the orc’s legs and then attacked, sending out the wooden handle portion of the broom with all of her force into the orc. However, being on the ground and behind the orc, her attack ended up striking a certain point.

“G-g-geh…” The orc’s eyes were wide as he stood there, his ass impaled.

Faeyna had shoved escalabroom directly into the orc’s bum. It was fairly deep too. A good chunk of the handle was lost in the recesses of a giant ass. With only a loincloth protecting such a region, her low attack had bypassed any resistance.

“Wh-wh-wh-where am I?” A shrill, panicked voice cried out.

“Alysia… this…” Faeyna’s face started turning red.

“It’s warm… and it’s gushy… no… no! No!”

“Stop moving!” The orc panted.

“No! No!” Faeyna lost control of Alysia, and her armor suddenly disappeared.

“Alysia, No!” I shouted. “Don’t start expanding!”

“Gross, gross! No! No!” Alysia screamed as her weapon body started to transform back into a massive sword.

The orc died. Even I felt a little sympathy for him.

Chapter 1222

“I’m sorry!” bawled Faeyna.

“Waaaaaaaaaaahhh!”

Alysia, the red-headed Osterian knight, and general who braved dungeons and fought unbeatable monsters, was in my lap crying like a baby. I was stroking her hair as she cried out her significant trauma. Faeyna was in the corner, also crying. The witch had incidentally covered Matty’s eyes at just the right time, and he didn’t experience any trauma, but she had a slightly helpless expression on her face as well.  This is why I needed to provide support! When I didn’t get involved, it was always someone’s ass on the line.

“Master! I finally found Pait and the rest of your party!” Celeste blissfully spoke up just as I was praying for a distraction.

“We’ve broken through the 5th level!” Elaya came shortly after.

“Damn it! I surrender!” A voice echoed throughout the dungeon.

“Oh, thank goodness.” I sighed. “Um… Alysia…”

“Master… am I… damaged goods now?” She asked me.

“Whaaaat? Noooo…” I realized my voice sounded just a bit too enthusiastic. “Ahem… I mean, absolutely not.”

“Th-then… you’ll still kiss me?”

“Geh… ah… ahem… of course.”

I didn’t know much about the ratio between forms. When Alysia killed someone and there was blood on her blade, it wasn’t like when she showed the human form she was still covered in blood and viscera. Therefore, it stood to reason there was nothing wrong. I mean, there was nothing wrong anyway! Alysia was my precious ally. She was my princess and my sword. I wasn’t going to spurn her when she needed me the most! I gave her a quick peck on the lips. One second kiss. Three-second rule, it was fine.

“Sorry, got to go, dungeons and all.” I used the dungeon to send me to the 1st floor and then escaped, ahem… calmly went into Gram’s Passage to accept his surrender.

Of course, Alysia turned into light and ended up flying into my hand before I left. When your souls were tied together, it wasn’t like you could separate that easily. Besides, Gram’s passage was quite a distance away and also enemy territory. It was best that I had her with me even if she was emotionally distraught at the moment. I would spend some time soothing her later.

Our soldiers had already been recalled back to the dungeon, and my generals were waiting at the entrance. The man in the cloak was also standing there waiting for us. When we approached, he stiffened slightly.

“It seems that I underestimated you.” He spoke tightly before bringing out a glowing orb. “Here you go. This is the lore to my dungeon. All of my spatial magic and then some.”

Having already seen Matty do this once before, I was caught off guard. This wasn’t the true dungeon lore, but a copy. It appeared like when one dungeon surrendered to another, it was customary to offer up your lore. This isn’t the curse, but the collection of knowledge. It would allow the dungeon to create more mobs, more traps, and various other things. Currently, my dungeon had extracted various lore, although at the time I didn’t know that was what I was doing.

For example, Xin’s soldiers were a template of the demonic knights that I devoured when I took out the mining town near Alerith. Once I incorporated this knowledge into our dungeon, we’d be able to start making various types of goblins and orcs. I took the orb, but I wasn’t happy with that.

“Where is the party? That’s ultimately why I attacked. Celeste?”

“Ah… Master… as to that… they were still asleep in the Passage. Most of the dungeon was near the base, we never got close to your party traveling down the passage. That’s why it took so long for me to find them.”

“You mean that Gram never touched the party?” I blinked.

“Why would I? You’re the dungeon master threat!” The cloaked man growled.

“I see…” That entire situation could have been diffused a lot easier.

Oh well, all’s well that ends well.