Waifu Hunter

Chapter 1 part 2 - Arrival

At this moment, Olga realized that the necklace she was wearing was what caused the spell to go wrong, that the explosion should not have happened and instead the summoned entity should have come out.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she saw that no figure was appearing and her face showed despair.

"Hahahaha now you will be mine, Olga, I will enjoy every part of your delicious body-...."

The Leader of the Black Dog army was speaking with joy and suddenly fell silent as an incandescent purplish mist started to appear from where she cast her magic. Everyone was stunned and frozen when the shape of the shadow began to form.

‘A dragon!?’ Olga thought seeing a creature that had overall appearance and stance resembles a quadrupedal wyvern. Its body is covered in dark plates, the lack of visible eyes and fanged jaws that are actually parts of its external armor plates.

The other unique part is its wings, which are covered in jet-black fur that resemble a tattered and ragged cape. The claws on its wings are extremely prehensile, and even seem to possess opposable thumbs.  The dragon was large, easily taking large amounts of space but it was fortunate the throne room had large space.

‘With this, I can die knowing I took these bastards with me.’ Olga thought, looking at her most trusted aid and surrogate daughter. The dragon suddenly gave out a powerful roar that shook everyone, even herself. Whatever she summoned, something will change everything.

“L-Let’s escape!” Kin realized the threat before them and decided to take Volt away since he was needed to accomplish their goal.

“W-What!? We can just kill it!? Everyone attacks!” Volt was enraged that his orgy with Olga was ruined by the creature that she summoned.

In a blink, the air in the throne room grew heavy as shadows coalesced into the monstrous form of Gore Magala. Its obsidian wings unfurled, casting a suffocating darkness across the hall. The mercenary's breath caught in his throat as the creature's primal gaze locked onto him, burning with an ancient, malevolent hunger. It felt as if the very seat of power in the room shifted, looming over him, judging.

Without hesitation, the mercenary and orc warriors lunged forward, their weapons raised in desperate defiance. But the moment their iron blades met the hide of the beast, the sound of shattering filled the room.

Swords and axes, once symbols of strength, crumbled like fragile glass upon impact. A sickening crack echoed as their wrists gave way, bones splintering from the sheer force of their failed strike. Agony etched across their faces, and the throne room was swallowed in the cold, merciless gaze of Gore Magala.

With a single, thunderous swing of its massive arms, Gore Magala tore through the air. The force was unstoppable, merciless. The mercenary barely had time to blink before his body—along with those of the orcs—was crushed, bones snapping like brittle twigs. Blood sprayed in an arc, painting the once-grand throne room in crimson as the beast began its relentless slaughter.

It moved with terrifying speed, tearing through flesh and armor alike, reducing warriors to nothing but mangled remnants. Screams echoed, but only briefly, as Gore Magala devoured everything in sight, consuming the very life of the room in a chaotic frenzy. The throne room had become a blood-soaked slaughterhouse, and there was no escape from the nightmare.

“We have no time!” Kin shouted, grabbing Volt's arm as panic flickered in his eyes. In an instant, they vanished, the violent air left behind in the massacre unfolding. Mere moments had passed, but it was enough for Gore Magala to slaughter everything in its path. The throne room, once a place of power, was now littered with the torn and broken bodies of orcs and mercenaries, the stench of blood and death suffocating the air.