Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

"...Can’t we do something about this soon?"

Galahad had reached the limits of his patience. Sure, he could keep swinging his sword, and he still had plenty of divine power left, but he’d gotten sick of the cockatrices Thunder Lord kept throwing.

"Look at me. Just look at my state."

Galahad turned his body and tapped his chest. He’d already thrown off his coat far away, and all he wore was a white dress shirt and black pants soaked with water clinging to his legs. A sour smell somehow wafted from his body.

"Seems like you’ve gathered enough mana."

"Trying not to leave a single cockatrice behind."

Shax pointed to the giant water bomb gathered above her head.

"This thing explodes on the first one it hits. Blue guy’s definitely gonna use cockatrices as shields."

"So we wait until all the cockatrices crawl out?"

"Nothing wrong with that. If you’re okay with it."

"...I’m not okay with it, so let’s finish this quickly."

Galahad wanted to clean up the underground as fast as possible from some inexplicable anxiety. Shax felt the same.

Their assigned mission was underground ’extermination.’

Beyond just blocking enemies from coming up from underground, they’d been permitted to eliminate all monsters underground. In the first place, it was Shax who had suggested to Rok that they exterminate all underground monsters.

Betray to live, or maintain integrity and die.

Shax had presented Thunder Lord and the cockatrices with this binary choice, and they’d chosen the latter. Shax was the executioner.

Screech!!

A cockatrice flew in an arc toward Shax’s water bomb. Galahad leaped up, snatched the cockatrice’s ankle, then slammed it down hard.

Splash!!

"...Really annoying."

The cockatrice died with a broken neck. The dirt ground became mud and water splattered everywhere.

"...Unexpected."

"I’m a gentleman."

Galahad brushed off the mud splattered on his front with his hand. By slamming it down and taking the mud splash himself, Shax didn’t get dirty at all.

"At this rate I’ll end up completely naked. Let me wipe out the remaining cockatrices in one go."

"Can you?"

"Their numbers have decreased enough."

Galahad raised his sword high. Thunder Lord shot feathers from afar to snipe Galahad, but Galahad took the feathers with his body.

Thud, thud thud!

Forearm, thigh, shoulder. Not vital points, but Galahad allowed the attacks too easily. Blue electricity sparked from where the feathers stuck and sizzled through Galahad’s body.

"This is—"

"Orcs."

Even as his body heated up, Galahad remained calm. His voice started cracking, but Galahad was frighteningly composed.

"Are a species that gets stronger the more wounded they are."

"You got hurt on purpose?! What if you died!"

"Just don’t get hit in vital points. Like now...!"

Galahad lightly swung his sword. The feathers aimed at his crown, heart, and groin were sliced apart by the sword infused with divine power and crumbled like fallen leaves.

"Now it’s my turn."

Galahad steadied his breathing and stepped forward with a big stride. The muscles in his entire body started rippling, and he placed the sword over his shoulder.

"Fight throwing with throwing!"

Galahad’s sword filled up with divine power. Even Shax behind him felt her mana waver from the light of divine power.

"Ow—"

"For the Legion---!!"

Galahad thrust his arm forward. He threw forward the sword filled with divine power that looked ready to explode.

Whoosh--- whoosh--- whoosh-----!!

Thunder Lord was horrified and ducked his head at the sword flying in an almost straight line. The mana shield that it barely grazed was cut before the sword even touched it.

Smash!

"How...?"

And the iron sword Thunder Lord dodged embedded itself in the crown of the seagull adjutant right behind him. The cockatrices stared at Thunder Lord with shocked eyes at the fact they’d almost died.

"Kuhaha! You missed, moron!"

But Thunder Lord instead mocked the attack failing. Galahad had lost his sword, and Thunder Lord could recover at least some mana.

"Now you have no weapon! Reinforcements will come down from above, so prepare to die quietly!"

"That’s what I want to say. ...Ah, right."

Galahad adjusted his collar and tapped his wrist.

"The Legion Commander said. Bombs should explode with a time delay."

"Bomb...what?"

"Bang."

Galahad lightly clapped his hands. And at the same time,

Screech!!

The cockatrices screamed in agony. Fragments of the iron sword were embedded in their bodies like sharp thorns, and the fragments held faint divine power.

"Total annihilation...?"

The closest cockatrice was unrecognizable, and the farthest cockatrice had a blade fragment stuck in one side of its body, rotting away.

"A sword that explodes—its name shall be [Explosive Sword]."

"Ugh, really unlucky. Kills my appetite."

"...Those are the Legion Commander’s words."

"A bit unlucky. Ahem."

Shax stretched one arm forward. Thunder Lord screamed at the sight of cockatrices blown apart by the explosive sword.

"Shax---!! Do you not see this!! This terrible sight of skin rotting from divine power!! You demon traitors! To join hands with those who use divine power, what madness is this!!"

"Hmph, whatever. ...If the Goddess thought it impious from the start, she wouldn’t have let orcs be born as paladins."

Shax smirked at Thunder Lord and pointed with her slender finger.

"For the Legion."

The house-sized water bomb started rolling toward Thunder Lord. Thunder Lord kicked away the cockatrice corpses in horror and climbed onto the island.

"Y-you ungrateful bitch! You should be grateful Lord Halphas gave you birth and let you grow into that form!!"

"I am grateful. Thanks to that, I learned something very happy."

Shax waved at Thunder Lord with an annoyed face.

"For Ras. Goodbye, Blue guy."

"Y-you bit----!!"

The water bomb Shax rolled swallowed Thunder Lord whole along with his barrier and island. No matter how much Thunder Lord struggled inside, he couldn’t escape the water bomb.

"What is that...?"

"A cage."

Shax smirked while pulling up her penguin hood.

"A cage...where he’ll never escape and drown."

Thunder Lord’s barrier slowly started losing its light.

***

Thud!

Corpse Hawk collapsed. The entire black feathers were dyed blood-red as Corpse Hawk scattered tremendous blood on the floor.

"Haa, haa, haa."

"Did we...win?"

Lune and Gremory panted but didn’t let their guard down until the end. Their whole bodies were covered in minor wounds, and even Gremory had red blood splattered on one wing. That blood wasn’t from Corpse Hawk but from Gremory’s shoulder.

"...A high elf and fallen angel using divine power. I have no regrets."

Corpse Hawk smiled refreshingly and collapsed forward.

"Even if I die, if it’s a fight like this...."

"You talk too much. Let’s kill him."

"Yeah. That’s better."

Lune and Gremory fired the finishing blow together. Corpse Hawk’s red pupils were pierced by their attacks aimed left and right.

"He was a strong enemy...."

"Without divine power I feel like I’d have lost an arm."

The reason the two, who lacked experience fighting strong opponents, could beat the veteran red Corpse Hawk was undoubtedly divine power.

"Taking him down with two people was fine but...."

"We definitely need support. ...That’s better, right?"

"Of course. Conveniently it’s also possible...."

Thud!

A collapsing sound came from somewhere. Lune and Gremory hastily turned their heads toward the stairs.

"Master!!"

The two ran to the collapsed Rok. Rok, who had been in battle with Lime, was staring blankly downward, his whole body covered in blood.

"Wh-what’s this...?"

"...Death is fair to everyone."

Rok held a red slime mass in his arms with a calm voice. Lune and Gremory could only close their mouths at the sight of the slime losing its form.

"Lime...!"

"Foolish one. What were you thinking blocking that with your body."

Rok stroked Lime’s head with a hollow smile. Lime, her face already half-collapsed, smiled faintly and stroked Rok’s face.

"Right. I’ll gather up all those mid-grade magic stones from Vapula’s dungeon and revive you. And after that I’ll make you 4-star too."

Gurgle.

"...Got it. Make sure to win. Rest well."

Rok kissed Lime’s forehead. Then Lime’s body lost its viscosity and dripped down the stairs like water.

"M-Master...?"

"What is this?"

"...It’s nothing. Just protecting me, her core got pierced by a beak through the slimehole."

Rok sat down on the stairs and grabbed his head with both hands. Even more blood-covered than red Corpse Hawk, he was strangely calm.

"The monsters below—"

"Hic."

The two couldn’t help but be shocked at the stairs piled high with giant raven and gargoyle corpses. Easily over a hundred 3-star monsters all had their necks twisted or torn off.

"Did you get red Corpse Hawk?"

"M-Master. Are you okay?"

"I asked if you got red Corpse Hawk."

"...Yes, we got him. Killed him."

"Good job. Both of you. ...My hands are like this so I can’t encourage you properly."

Rok laughed hollowly and lifted both hands. Lune and Gremory wanted to cast healing magic right away, but their mana contained divine power so they couldn’t use magic either.

"The operation is nearing its end now. We’ve set up a fortress on surface 1st floor, and conquered the guardian of surface 2nd floor. Since nothing’s coming up from basement 1st floor, Shax and Galahad probably succeeded."

Rok moved his hands around. Lune got goosebumps at the sight that seemed like testing if his joints still moved properly.

"Let’s go. Lune, Gremory. Time to take the enemy leader and seal."

"Master, you should rest even for a moment—"

"No rest needed. I’ll get better by catching my breath on the way. If we drag this out, the enemy subordinates we worked hard to kill will revive. There’s a staircase right in front, isn’t there."

Rok pointed to the stairs behind red Corpse Hawk. The antique-looking stairs that seemed made of obsidian spiraled up toward the ceiling.

"No need to drag it out. The moment you two killed red Corpse Hawk, this battle was already our victory."

Rok started climbing the stairs with very leisurely steps. Lune and Gremory silently followed behind him up the stairs at his footsteps heavier than usual.

"You know, I hate war. To be blunt, I just want to live happily every day of the year in the dungeon with you all."

"Us too."

"Same here."

"...Thanks. But if I did that, I’d lose everything. If someone stronger than me tried to take you away, I’d get so angry I couldn’t stand it. I’d be pissed as hell. Because they’re taking what’s mine. Because I’m losing what’s mine."

Rok clenched his fists tight. Red blood drops started dripping onto the obsidian stairs.

"I even hate dying. I fight in front because I don’t want you to experience death even once. That’s not just for you but for others too. So what the hell is he doing? Sitting around watching his subordinates fight and die, and even when all his subordinates are dead, what kind of bastard just sits in his nest sleeping?"

"Your chattering is annoying."

Groooo.

The black monstrous bird that had been curled up in the nest spread its wings. Its size easily exceeded 10 meters.

"One subordinate died. Or was it two? I can’t stand listening to you whining from getting too immersed because two slimes died. Right, are you the one who was yapping about eating my beloved Andras?"

The black monstrous bird with an appearance almost identical to red Corpse Hawk looked down at Rok with even its pupils dyed black.

"You are weak. But in recognition of the achievement of defeating all three executives of our legion, I’ll let it slide if you offer up Andras."

"Anyone listening would think you won."

"I’ve never lost once."

"Heh, yeah? Then you’ll lose once today. And die forever."

"Such talk comes after winning, weak orc. You’re blinded by revenge. What makes you so arrogant?"

"My legion."

Rok spread both arms and smiled brightly.

"Me blinded by revenge? Sure, I am. But what can you do. I have no intention of facing you in this state, and I never planned to fight you from the start. The one who’ll kill you was already decided from the beginning."

Rok pointed behind him.

"...You’ll know what it feels like to be prey. Congratulations, Halphas."

"Someone using divine power? What can just four of you do to me?"

"Four? Oops, you fell for the plan too perfectly. Sorry about that."

Rok gave Halphas a bloody smile and drew his thumb across his throat.

"There’s still one more left."

Tap, tap.

A thick chocolate scent slowly began filling Halphas’s nest.