Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 580: Chaos of Battle

As I listened, a loud mixture of brutal clashes, war cries, and pained whimpers filled the air due to the lionkin forces pressing deeper and deeper into the hidden resistance tunnels.

The tunnel entrance was barricaded, lined with sharpened stakes and reinforced earthworks, but such defenses only delayed the lionkin rather than halting them.

A massive lion warrior readied a heavy axe before roaring arrogantly, telling his fellow lionkin to step away before splintering the nearest barricade into shards with a single swing. The ranks of the lesser among them immediately pressed forward with shields raised, fangs bared.

It was clear they were meant to go first to trigger any traps before the big boys charged in. Discover exclusive tales at

Just when it seemed they would breach the defenses entirely, the battlefield shifted. Hidden gateways—previously indistinguishable from the dense foliage—swung open in sync. From these concealed paths emerged waves of resistance fighters.

”[Sky Hopper]!” echoed through the air as nimble rabbitkin launched into the skies, hopping higher and higher due to their innate racial spell. Each rabbit carried strapped passengers on their backs; dogkin, foxkin, catkin, and other nimble races drew their bows, ready to shoot arrows at the attackers.

”BunBun’s friends! They’re still okay!” The bunny girl who led us to this location squealed excitedly as relief visibly washed over her.

I was honestly wondering what this girl might be doing at a resistance base due to my horrendously low impression of her combat capabilities, but now that I was given a first-hand display of what her people were capable of, I no longer doubted BunBun. She was at least level 30 according to Vex, after all.

Further reinforcing the airborne assault, a squad of birdkin warriors emerged after the bunnies and their riders.

With a swift transformation, their arms elongated into powerful wings and they took to the skies, carrying similarly lithe combatants strapped to their backs.

I watched amusedly as the birdkin and rabbitkin proved themselves to be more than airborne mounts. ”Ready the vials! Release at your own discretion!” A female birdkin who might’ve been an eaglekin shouted, producing the aforementioned vials from her coat’s pockets.

He threw them toward the lionkin below and…

Explosions rocked the battlefield as frag grenades in the form of alchemic vials hit the ground and detonated upon impact. Thick smoke filled the air while yelps of pain sounded from the lionkin’s ranks.

But this was most certainly not their first rodeo dealing with these guerilla tactics.

The lions roared in defiance and then they reached into heavy satchels strapped to their sides, retrieving heavy metal javelins. Their veiny muscles bulged before they hurled the deadly projectiles utilizing their natural physical advantage gained from being apex predators of Thalorind.

A fierce new warzone erupted in the skies. Rabbitkin and birdkin twisted in midair to dodge. Some succeeded in their evasive maneuvers while others were struck squarely in the chest before plummeting toward the ground with pained cries, where the explosive vials strapped to their bodies did as expected, turning them into kamikaze fighters.

However, before the lions could truly get into their javelin throwing, another counter from the resistance surged forth. Mighty roars shook the battlefield, announcing the arrival and willingness to go out in a blaze of glory as hulking bearkin, fierce tigerkin, and feral wolfkin charged out from the same hidden paths the rabbitkin and co came from.

The ground trembled beneath their massive forms as they barreled toward the lionkin lines busy aiming their javelins.

The bearkin led the charge, acting like tanks. They were towering over their comrades like living battering rams, even the smallest of them were over 3 meters (9’8) tall, while those that seemed to be their leaders were over 4 meters (13’1) tall.

It was not just their height that stood out to me, however, but their widths as well. They were absolute units, making me feel truly small for the first time since unlocking Primordial Breeding Physique. I would guess the smaller of them to weigh around 800 kg (1,760 lbs) while the largest would have to be at least 1,800 kg (4,000 lbs). ＲἈΝȱ𝐛Ê𝐒

Unlike the lionkin, they were fighting with their Goddess-given tools; their claws tore through shield formations with terrifying ease while their massive frame simply ignored most spear stabs aimed at them.

I had to whistle my overwhelming admiration for these creatures when I saw one of these giants envelop the head of a living lion in his mouth before straight-up tearing his spine out alongside his skull and then shattering it into smithereens within his two massive jaws.

Tigerkin came after the bears, using them as vanguard. These striped warriors darted between the chaos as they delivered precise, devastating strikes. Wolfkin howled before letting their pack mentality drive them to coordinated assaults on isolated enemies.

Despite the ferocity of this counterattack, the lionkin did not falter. Their disciplined formation held as if they were proper soldiers instead of instinct-driven beastkin savages. Their shields stayed locked together as they weathered the onslaught. The battlefield was no longer a one-sided affair but a brutal contest for supremacy.

”Kargrim!” Vex shouted merrily when the biggest bearkin rushed past our hiding spot.

He paused his mad charge and glanced around until he spotted the unhinged woman waving at him. ”Red-Eyed Demon…” He grunted with some reluctance, based on his strong grimace. Kargrim seemed visibly much more reserved when talking to Vex than he was while charging into a shield wall of high-level lionkin.

”Need some help?” My gorgeous white-haired future woman asked.

”For free?”

”Of course not, hehe!”

”… Suit yourself. Oh, who are these… Hmm…” He was visibly deep in thought as he began sniffing in our direction and then finished his question, ”Who are these youngsters?”

Did he know our age just from smelling us? What the hell? I knew bears to possess an incredibly potent sense of smell, but I didn’t expect this, truth be told. If he had such a strong sense of smell, what about dogkin whose biggest advantage compared to other beastkin was their noses?

On the other hand, Vex wasn’t perturbed by his statement as she gestured at me. ”He is Devil, my future hubby, he’s a Phenom and the six of them are his team, this one is also a very promising Phenom called Wrath.”

”I see. Friends of the Red-Eyed Demon are friends of mine, of course…” Kargrim decreed wryly before examining a heavily sweating BunBun.

”And what about you, little bunny? Did you make a run for it?”

BunBun immediately froze on the spot, ”N-n-n-no!! Lord Kargrim, BunBun was sniffing around for tasty wild carrots when a group of lions started chasing her! She didn’t desert and wishes to return to her duties!”

”That’s going to be difficult considering your rider was most certainly partnered with someone else by now.”

Sensing an amazing opportunity at farming not only a great deal of XP but goodwill as well with the resistance fighters, I stepped forward and patted the worried girl’s shoulder. She snapped her head in my direction just as I declared, ”I’ll be your rider. Let’s work together to bring the lionkin down, BunBun.”