The Real Monster 49 Defending the Settlement VI

If people are familiar with how Doomsday looked like, this monster was twenty times bigger than Doomsday and its skin was black or at least how it looked like from the outside as black mist kept on gushing out of its body to cover it all up. Hindering any kind of probing as to what it is.

Clay's subordinates actually looked like literal bugs in front of this giant. There were many protruding growths of what seemed like bones all over its body. While its breath could be heard all the way were the guys were and they were very terrified.

It had four eyes above each that focused its sight towards the four people in front of it.

*GUGUGU* a strange sound that was on and off in a rhythm resounded as if laughter from its gigantic body, and the four of them started to shiver from that. To think that the subordinates of someone like Clay were terrified of this monster as if forgetting the monster that was behind them as well.

Soon, the whole body of the giant fiend finally emerged from the hole and took a step towards the four of them. Its step as if intending to stomp on the four of them without doubt, taking them as if ants. The foot rose and the pressure from it made the four of them fall deeper into despair. If Clay were here seeing them with their status of being [Terrified] and he would have been able to notice that the strange mist coming out from the fiend's body was affecting the minds of the four, he would have scolded the ear wax out of them.

If they were to have kept their wits about them, they would have been able to fight it to a standstill with all of them working together. The foot slowly descended upon them and their hearts sank as the foot did.

*BOOM*

When finally the foot came to them, the four of them yelled out loud as if little children, [[[[Noooo!]]]], and a small dust cloud rose from the spot where the fiend stomped. The crushed earth and rock were blown into a dust cloud.

"Tch"

***

-Clay-

Damn. There really was something bigger that lurked from those holes. What's the four of them doing now?! Even away from here, I can see the stats of that giant and it clearly just says Mythical, just the same as them. Maybe because of its large build it would have a lot of vitality but that should not pose too much of a threat to them with their speed. Although, that [Aura – Fear] would pose a problem, but if they protect themselves by covering their bodies with mana, that should be ineffective as well.

Redirecting my sight towards the four instead of that inconspicuous giant fiend, I understood why they were so useless in taking down that fiend. They all had been terrified and affected by the Aura of that fiend. And they were not protecting themselves with a cloak of mana, the damn stupid fools. Hm… did I teach them about the possibility of doing that though? I don't remember. Shit!

That fiend's already making its move. No matter how strong their bodies are, if their heads are squashed to a pulp then they'd die just like any other human being. Unlike me who can regenerate, they'd die permanently.

"I don't know if that Azae;-on is still in the vicinity or not, but I have to make this gamble. Tsk. That fiend's foot is just inches away from my people… "

*SWISH*

"Tch"

"You are fucking useless fools who can't even take care of something as weak as this bugger?! Hnng!"

[[[[!!!!]]]]

I came at the instant that they were almost squashed and blocked the feet for them, then exerting a bit of strength to throw the fiend off of its feet and making it fall down, I scolded the four of them using my Overpower and as if waking up from a drunken state, the four of them regained clear eyes while forcing themselves to look in my direction even though the force of the pressure was overbearing for them. If they force it too much, their necks would break. So I deactivated Overpower on them and redirected it towards the fiend. It should be unable to move by now. Let's give them a lecture.

"You motherfuckers! Just because it was bug, were you intimidated already?! What the fuck have you been facing all this time, have you grown so comfortable with me not showing you my power that you already forgot the extent of fear you have for me to be overcome by that amount of trickery?!

"To tell you the truth it is insulting to have you turn into whining dogs the moment you are subjected to fear. I think we need you all to undergo special training to overcome mental statuses, don't you? Let me tell you, you will probably piss yourself more than ever and once we're finished you'll never piss you pants again against other enemies even if you're facing a god already. Do you hear me?!

"This bastard's trickery involved a skill called [Aura – Fear] and you were affected by it because you did not cloak yourselves with mana like this. If you did that then you'd not have been affected or you will never be affected by a skill as weak as this giant ant's! Dammit! This is really insulting to me!

"I ought to just kill this motherfucker to get this over with since I have to go and chase that fucking demon who caused all this. However, let this serve as your fucking redemption! Kill this motherfucker effectively and rid us of the problem. Seeing the last hole, I can already analyze that there will no longer be a next wave, so be happy and get rid of this fiend for yourselves and the city. Drink this once, one for each and then give it your all. If you are still unable to kill this bastard with your all, then fucking use this to seal away the mana of the fiend and beat it to a pulp as much as you want. Motherfucker!"

I think I have turned dumb in using curses and swear as all I could utter were motherfucker and fucker and fuck and bastard, maybe that just shows that I was already losing my own grip on my sanity because of anger again.

I taught them how to cloak themselves with mana to ward mental and physical abnormal effects. To sustain this would have their mana supply be reduced by at least a third, but that beats having to forget wearing it in battle. They also easily got how to do it since their mana manipulation is already top notch.

I also gave them a taste of the mana restoration pots that I created. I seem to remember that the alchemists I left in the city are already able to produce one, but mine is still a bit more effective, I have to show them later how to refine one that is on par with mine. Then I also, handed a knife that I created on the spot while giving them a lecture, via Earth Magic and then engraving [Seal Mana Movement] to the knife. If this is lodged into the fiend, then it should be able to make their fight easier. However, I want them not to use this and train themselves in fighting creatures as big as a mountain like this bastard. Agamemkeru is still bigger, but this guy is good enough for now. Lesser dragons are a bit shorter than this guy but they are still considered giants compared to humans.

So really, I want them to train instead of being lazy.

"Now then, I have to chase that damn, demon Azael-on and rid the world of his existence. You stay here and finish off that motherfucker. Once I go, he'll be able to move unhindered and in full capacity. So you better abuse your potions and get to healing yourselves. This will be a fight to be remembered by the whole city. A legend will be born from this fight and I want you to not look like some beaten and defeated fuckers. It's embarrassing to think of you as subordinates if you're this weak. Do you understand?!" As I finished scolding them, I summoned a rift towards Agamemkeru's Nest, the farthest distance I could go to in this world that's close to the demon empire's capital. I should pay a visit to their palace and have Agamemkeru answer my questions after beating the sit out of that pompous demon. I'll see whether he has the strength to boast and prance about as if he owns the world. I have to make him know that this world is not earth and that this world is mine.

*Sizzle* A rift opened and I stepped into it, leaving them to fend for themselves. If they fail to defend the city then they are unworthy of being taken care of by me from now on. I don't want to have people who don't have enough strength to at least cover for the territory without fail. That is my ideal guardianship, not some fragile thing that can be broken by a mere demonic invasion.

I don't know when my thinking changed to sound so high and mighty, but I am still just speaking the truth even now and I don't feel that I am being arrogant at all. I wonder why..

***

-THIRD PERSON-

The exact moment that the rift that Clay opened up to go to the demon realm closed up, the ground trembled and a rumble resounded while the body of the giant that stood at more than 150 meters, slowly stood up. Its eyes were turning very reddish instead of its black light earlier. If Clay were to see its status at this moment then he would know that it was in an enraged state.

Standing up fully, the giant fiend roared very loudly that the ground cracked and even the surrounding trees were broken within 50 feet of them; the rest swayed violently.

The four of them who were once wailing in fright of this fiend, instead stood there with looks as if they were wronged and their rage also boiled towards the fiend they were facing.

[To have embarrassed us in front of Sire, this calls for severe punishment indeed. We may get a ton of schooling from Sire later, but even if that happens, at least our grievance with this motherfucker would be buried and the shame would be reduced.] Caltec was speaking through gritted teeth as he stared at the giant fiend still releasing that mist from its body.

[You are right, but imagine the Sire's face when he said he was insulted by our inability and incompetence. I do not want to ever see that face from him directed to us! And the reason that happened is because of this damn stupid oaf spreading that mist that took us by surprise. A punishment is indeed in order, a very severe one that would cost it its life.] Isaac was also seething in anger while the air around him was turning very cold. The rest of them did not even feel that but saw the whole battlefield they were in turn frosty.

[I agree, but I want to use this fucking demon's horn as material for new weapons. I've abandoned my weapons ever since we started training because the weapons that I held from that moment on broke the moment I exerted some force on it, so now, I will use this fucker's horns to make weapons for everyone, to remind us always of this damn blemish in the eyes of Sire. If I don't slice up this fucker to a thousand pieces then I am not named Jon!] Jon was obviously very mad as well that he even wanted a permanent reminder that they are very week and their training will never be enough to defend the whole realm if this were just the extent of their strength. They will be a hindrance to their Lord instead of being a help. Just like when the Imperial Army was invading and Clay just went up and resolved the issue as fast as just a blink of an eye, no, they could not even blink their eyes and it was already done.

[…] Mor on the other hand was only quiet. He was only showing his stance of wanting to rip the giant fiend to shreds by his facial expression. However, his fists were clenched so tight that it turned white already. As if he was gathering his strength and abandoning his fighting style to unleash the most devastating attack he could dish out. Mana was gathering inside his fists from the outside. Mor was actually taking the concept of the Turtle Destruction Wave and gathering mana into a point but this time he was gathering it on his fists and maintaining it there, ready to unleash it at a moment's notice. One can only imagine how devastating this attack would result with if unleashed.

The giant fiend moved again and this time, it was repeating its previous move as it did not understand how these four were alive and how it was turned to fall on its back and made unable to move just now. He also heard an unfamiliar voice but could not find someone else there and so decided that it was one of them that did that to him.

This stomp this time was not slow to give them thrill but was as fast as it should be. Without his influence of fear on the four of them, they dispersed without problem and then, *BAM* *BAM* *FLOP*, the giant fiend kneeled on one knee as it was forced to do so from the impact that it received from an attack it received just after the four dispersed. *THUD*

Thudding sound resounded as the dust cloud settled and all of them found a giant calf that was separate from the rest of the giant fiend's body. Its calf was actually taken away and someone was standing at a spot that gave explanation as to how this happened.

Mor was standing there still silently but with a stance as if he just landed from a height and was heaving his chest up and down from either his anger or his exhaustion. The giant fiend was surprised but it was then yelling and grunting loudly as the pain finally came to it in very large amounts from the cut off lower leg. It probably did not think that these ants would be able to hurt it. It bellowed loudly and started to slam its fist to the ground with the intent of crushing Mor who was on its side.

Chapter end