Champion Of Lust: Gods Conquer's Harem Paradise!

Zara chuckled softly, her gaze shifting from the increasingly desperate battle to Pyris himself.

Rather than indulging in the spectacle of Seren and Elion's groups flailing against the creature, she found herself entertained by him. It amused her to see that he was entirely devoid of those clichéd heroic idealisms; he didn't even flinch as the two groups were pummeled, thrown, and slashed by the monster's relentless attacks.

The more desperate their attempts, the more his amusement seemed to grow.

There wasn't a hint of a need to intervene, to save the day, or to impress anyone watching. Instead, Pyris simply smirked, letting reality itself deliver the humbling blows that Elion and Seren so clearly deserved.

In front of them, the chaos intensified.

Seren's vampire rogue lunged at the creature, moving with supernatural agility.

He struck at its flanks with twin daggers coated in crimson energy, each slash accompanied by a hiss as the blood magic met the creature's dark essence. But the beast simply twisted, its smoky form rippling to avoid the blows.

In retaliation, it let out a roar that reverberated through the air like an avalanche, then swept out with a massive claw that caught the rogue square in the chest, flinging him backward as if he weighed nothing. Your next chapter awaits on empire

Then beastfolk warrior let out an enraged cry, charging forward with his axe raised high, muscles bulging as he aimed for a lethal blow.

His heavy steps pounded the stone floor with each stride, and his eyes gleamed with fierce determination. He swung the axe down with all his might—only for the creature to twist mid-strike, its smoky form melding around the weapon in an almost taunting display.

With a seemingly casual flick, it knocked the axe aside, its other claw lashing out in the same motion to grab the warrior's arm.

There was a sickening crack as the beastfolk's limb bent at an unnatural angle, and with a flick of its wrist, the creature hurled him aside like a discarded rag.

"Yikes," Lyra muttered, raising an eyebrow as she watched the warrior crash into the wall, sliding down with a groan. "That was…brutal."

The creature's gaze then fixed on Elion's mage, who was casting a spell with a frantic urgency, fire mana and wind forming around his hands.

Just as he was about to release it, the creature leaped forward, its form blurring in a flash of shadow.

In the span of a heartbeat, it closed the distance, slamming a massive claw down on the mage with enough force to send cracks spider-webbing through the ground beneath him. The mana fizzled out as the mage's cry of pain echoed through the labyrinth.

He crumpled, barely conscious, dark energy seeping into the air around him.

"Oh, they're not having a good time," Zara remarked, an amused grin pulling at her lips as she watched. "Wouldn't you say, Petne?"

Pyris simply shrugged, still smirking. "Guess they should have chosen their words more carefully. Not my problem."

"How petty!" Zara chuckled.

With each blow, the creature seemed to grow stronger, its form pulsing with dark energy as it absorbed the essence of its downed foes.

As it continued its relentless assault, even Seren's renowned strength began to falter. Her warhammer, blazing with icy energy, slammed into the creature's side, but her attacks barely left a mark on its shadowy hide. Beside her, Elion's dragon knight tried to shield her, but the creature's claws tore through his defenses with ease, leaving him staggering back, bleeding and gasping for breath.

"Fools," Alera whispered under her breath, her voice carrying a hint of satisfaction. "Guess they thought this would be easy."

By now, the entire group lay scattered across the ground, groaning and struggling to rise.

Only Seren and Elion remained standing, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they faced the creature, which loomed over them with barely a scratch to show for their efforts.

It seemed to revel in their helplessness, the dark glow of its eyes shifting to each member of the broken party, as though mocking them with its unscathed form.

The creature then paused, its attention drifting toward Pyris and his group. Its dark, intelligent eyes flicked over each member, lingering on Pyris, Zara, and Alera as if it sensed the raw, untamed power coursing through them. For a moment, it hesitated, almost wary.

But its focus snapped back to Seren and Elion with a low growl, as if dismissing Pyris's group entirely. Since they didn't seem eager to dig their graves, it would let them be... at least for now.

With one last thunderous roar, it launched itself forward, aiming straight for the battered leaders.

Pyris held up a hand, motioning for his cohort to stay back. He turned to leave, clearly disinterested in what he considered a hopeless skirmish.

But Alera tugged on his sleeve, her violet eyes sparkling with excitement. "Mmm~" he hummed, sensing her intent.

Alera flashed him her sweetest smile, her eyes pleading. "I told you, I want it, honey," she said, voice soft and beguiling. "It'd make the perfect addition to my army. Who knows when I'll find another one this worthy?"

Pyris let out a sigh, a small smile creeping onto his lips as he caressed her cheek, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Dog food," Zara muttered, rolling her eyes, though her tone was playful. "You're shoving dog food down our throats, Petne."

Lyra averted her gaze, a light flush coloring her cheeks. She wasn't unaccustomed to witnessing affection, but something about Pyris and Alera's beauty together left her feeling like an intruder.

Pyris chuckled, turning to Zara with a teasing glint in his eye. "Apologies, Zara. Unless you're volunteering, I'm afraid you'll have to keep watching."

Zara smirked, feigning offense as she placed a hand over her heart. "As if you could handle me, Petne."

"We shall see dear, Zara!"

With a final, amused glance at his companions, Pyris turned his gaze back to the creature, his expression shifting to one of deadly focus. The creature's eyes narrowed as he approached, its stance shifting in response to his presence.

"Sorry, buddy," he said, his tone light yet filled with promise. "A lady asked, and I can't exactly say no. You understand, don't you?"

Seren, still struggling to stand, grit her teeth in frustration. Petne had stood by as they fought for their lives, and now he was stepping in only because Alera wanted the creature?

The audacity was infuriating.

"Now you help?" Elion muttered, his voice dripping with disbelief. It was a bitter reality check, one that left both leaders simmering in silent fury.

Pyris cast them a brief, wicked grin before unleashing his aura in full force. The air around him trembled, crackling with raw elemental power as he summoned every element to his side.

Flames flickered at his fingertips, ice formed along his knuckles, and gusts of wind spiraled around him, merging into an overwhelming surge of energy.

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This might have come late since it's a privilege chapter right now but thank you @Wbug for the gift.