Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)-Chapter 133: Bigger undead

As the lesson fades, Felicia shifts gears—no longer teaching, but fighting for real.

Her steps turn sharper. Her stance tightens. And just like that—she surges forward, cutting a straight path toward the heart of the ruined academy.

Zombies try to block her path. They don't even last a second.

She mows them down like grass.

Her movements blur past the limits of my perception—faster than sound, faster than thought. I can't even track her arms anymore. All I see is the aftermath: limbs flying, heads rolling, fountains of gore painting the crumbling stone red.

The world spins in chaos, blood, and steel.

And yet—I'm not just sitting back. Not anymore.

Even if my eyes can't follow her…

I focus on feeling her.

On sensing how she channels mana—how it flows through her body, how she molds it with each breath.

No matter how fast she moves, no matter how intense the battle becomes…

She keeps her breathing steady.

Her heart… calm.

Mana courses through her like a river of fire, and whenever she swings her blade, that energy converges—exploding outward in devastating waves. Each strike becomes a burst of raw, refined destruction.

But the enemy isn't staying still either.

They're growing.

Multiplying.

And worse… evolving.

At first, it's just bigger, bulkier zombies—twice the size of the usual ones, slower but tougher. Then come the darker ones—zombies with pitch-black flesh, faster, stronger, more aggressive. They leap and claw with unnatural speed, and even when dismembered, they still twitch forward like beasts possessed.

The skeletons adapt too. Some now hurl spells—dark, crackling spheres of cursed mana from rooftops and broken towers. Each blast crashes into the earth like a meteor, exploding with enough force to shake the stone beneath our feet.

But Felicia doesn't flinch.

Her sword arcs scream through the air like whips of energy, slicing towers clean in half, cutting down casters before they even finish their incantations. She's like a walking artillery barrage—deadly from any range.

And at this rate, I'm sure—we're getting close. The center of Luminaris is just ahead.

But then—

"ROOOOOAAAAARRRGGHHHH!"

A monstrous roar splits the air—low, guttural, and loud enough to rattle the ground beneath us. The sky trembles. Dust shakes loose from the ruins. The wind itself seems to stop in fear.

Felicia halts mid-step.

She deflects an incoming magic bolt with a single flick of her blade—almost casually—then tilts her head slightly.

Her eyes narrow.

"W-What was that?!" I shout inside, pulse racing.

"Tch…" she clicks her tongue. "To think that she's even summoning those guys…"

"W-what guy? What are you talking about?"

Felicia's expression darkens. Her grip tightens around her swords.

"Golems," she says grimly.

Then her voice drops to a growl.

"Corpse Golems."

—————-

RUMBLE.

RUMBLE.

RUMBLE.

The earth trembles beneath us—slow, steady, thunderous.

Like the footsteps of giants.

Then, from the far end of the ruined street, something massive lumbers into view.

No—three somethings.

Our heart picks up the pace a little bit.

And when they come clear into the view, I can see it through our own shared eyes.

They're taller than the buildings. Broader than gatehouses. Grotesque titans made of mismatched flesh and shattered bones. Their limbs bend in unnatural directions, muscles stitched from corpses, their torsos packed with skulls and ribcages, sewn together with sinew and dark magic.

Corpse Golems.

The first one is hulking and wide, with four arms, each ending in crude, twisted claws. Its movement is slow, but each step cracks the stone beneath it.

The second towers above the rest, gripping a jagged greatsword forged entirely from fused bones—ribcages, femurs, skulls—scraped into a massive, serrated blade that hums with cursed mana. It drags the weapon behind it, leaving a trench in its wake.

And the third…

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Gods.

It has no head.

Just a mass of twitching flesh, with three pairs of rotting giant limbs stitched randomly across its torso and back, a pulsating horror, like a walking meat hive. Hundreds of red eyes blink from its chests. A mouth grins from its hip.

And as they come forward—they feed.

They scoop up zombies and skeletons by the handful, stuffing them into their bodies.

Chomp!

CHOMP!

Nom nom nom…

Crack

They chew, the flesh squishes and bones crack, sound absolutely terrifying.

And with each devoured corpse—they grow.

Their frames bulk out, the seams of their flesh rippling and stretching. One of them lurches forward and swings its grotesque arm—

BOOOOOM!!!

A ruined building crumples like wet paper, exploding in a cloud of dust and broken stone.

Another swings its massive sword, and the air howls—a compressed arc of force so violent it nearly lifts us off the ground.

Felicia grunts, slamming her sword into the earth to anchor us. The wind roars past, blowing loose rubble and bones across the ruined avenue.

And then—they surround us.

Three colossal golems. Hundreds of zombies. A ring of death.

And for the first time since stepping foot in this place… I feel a bead of sweat slide down our temple.

My voice quivers.

"F-F-Felicia?" I whisper. "A-Are we actually gonna fight those?"

But Felicia just grins.

Wide. Feral. Her fangs glint in the bloodstained light.

"Gonna be a pain in the ass," she mutters. "But AARGH! WHY THE HELL NOT?!"

Her eyes gleam with unhinged glee.

And then—without warning—she hurls her twin blades away.

They clatter across the stone like discarded toys.

"Those swords won't do. We need something more fitting for these boys."

As she says that, she strides toward the rubble.

Her fingers curl around something massive—half-buried beneath debris.

And then, she lifts.

SCREEEEE—KRRRK!

The blade that emerges is monstrous!

A greatsword!

It's easily twice the length of our body, blackened, chipped at the edges, glowing faintly from the mana etched into its surface. It screams as it scrapes against the ground, carving sparks with every inch.

Felicia hauls it onto our shoulder with a single motion, resting it casually like a toy. Her smile widens.

And my mind screams, reeling.

OH. MY. GOD.

Is this…

Is this finally happening??!!!

A petite catgirl… holding a massive, apocalyptic greatsword….

An absolutely awesome trope I really, really, love, but I thought only viable in anime and manga and games.

Never in real life. Never like this.

And what makes it better?

That petite catgirl is ME!

HECK YEAH!

WELL—not technically me, but close enough! After all, I will get to witness it all from first-person POV!

Nyaahahaha!

NYAHAHAA!

Thank you, princess Felicia!

This is it!…

This is THE MOMENT!!!

"Third Sword Style I'm showing you today," Felicia growls, lowering into a deep, grounded stance. Her knees bend, muscles coil tight, the sword buzzing with crackling mana.

"Chaos Destruction: RAMPAGE!"

The earth hums. The air trembles.

She raises the sword high.

And the Corpse Golems lurch forward.

Their roars shake the heavens.

Felicia grins, eyes glowing red.

"Let's go."

Flesh Golems or whatever—

HERE WE COME!!!