Morgana: The Mother Of All-Chapter 261: Vs The Shattered Lust (2)

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Blood.

It was everywhere. A sea of red spread from beneath me like a tide, pulsing with raw power as the magic circle flared to life. The cavern trembled as tendrils of blood slithered outward, twisting and writhing like living serpents, seeking form.

Then, they rose.

Figures began to emerge—warriors clad in crimson armor, their bodies forged from congealed blood and shadow. Their eyes burned with an eerie, unholy glow, and their weapons shimmered with the promise of carnage. Some bore jagged blades, others carried long spears dripping with crimson ichor.

'Romans?' I thought, narrowing my eyes as I recognized the first humanoid warriors that emerged.

Their armor was similar to the warriors of ancient times—segmented plate, curved crests atop their helmets, and flowing crimson capes that seemed to shift between liquid and shadow. They carried themselves with the discipline of legionnaires, standing in formation as if awaiting an unspoken command.

They were my Blood Legionnaires, my own little personal blood army, ready and eager to do my bidding. And for them, I was a goddess.

They bowed down before me. Some even kneeled down, their swords and spears planted firmly into the stone floor as a sign of reverence. The sheer devotion in their glowing, blood-red eyes sent a thrill through me.

Then more and more blood creatures began to rise from the pool of blood like undead corpses trying to escape their grave, all types of blood monsters and humans with their unique styles and arms, all of them under my command.

Zombies, Ghouls, animals, Vampires, and even Werewolves to name a few, but humans made up the bulk of my army. The mighty Roman Legionnaires with their massive shields and spears, the feared Turk Janissaries with their curved swords and their famous Barias.

'Bloody hell!'

I was damn impressed by the fact that my Immortal Army skill could summon these monsters and warriors. However, I knew the true reason why the skill could summon so many.

'I consumed the blood of every single one of them in my past life.'

Yes, you heard it right. In my past life, I drank the blood of thousands—warriors, kings, monsters, and beasts alike. Their essence was now mine, woven into the fabric of my power. And now, through the Immortal Army skill, they rose once more, bound to me in eternal servitude.

"WARRIORS!" I roared. Every one of my Blood Legionnaires, Werewolves, Vampires, Ghouls, and Zombies began raising their weapons and crying,

"WE OBEY!"

My smile widened in response, the sheer power of their unified voices shaking the cavern walls. The Shattered Lust let out a deep, guttural roar, its twin faces twisting in fury and—was that fear? Good. It should be afraid.

"Then march," I commanded, my voice laced with divine authority. "Tear this abomination apart!"

ROAAAR!

The army surged forward like a crimson flood. Roman Legionnaires locked their massive shields into a wall, advancing with methodical precision. The Janissaries weaved between them, their curved blades flashing in the dim light as they aimed for the beast's joints.

The Werewolves broke into a sprint, bounding over the battlefield with unnatural agility, their claws extended and jaws snapping. Vampires blurred through the air, their blood-drenched wings carrying them toward the monster's exposed weak points as they took command over the Ghouls and ordered them to be the first to charge at the giant beast.

[The Shattered Lust has taken 12,000 damage!]

[The Shattered Lust has regenerated 9,000 HP!]

Tch. Still healing too fast.

"Morgana... W-what are these things?" Soraka questioned, her voice filled with disbelief and awe. She glanced at me, her eyes wide with a mixture of emotions, none of which I could distinguish. "What... Did you summon an army of undead monsters or something?"

"Something like that," I chuckled dryly. "They're pretty effective, right?"

Soraka didn't respond, her expression still tinted with wariness as she studied the summoned creatures. The blood creatures charged with reckless abandon, slamming into the boss's stone body, and Werewolves swarming the giant stone fucker's cock and ass with the objective of tearing them out.

"Really?" Soraka gave me a funny look. "Your beasts are perverted as well?"

"Oh, don't give me that. They have a mind of their own," I grinned wickedly.

Ding!

[Health dropped below 50%]

'Shit... I forgot about this.'

Swiftly, I opened my inventory and pulled out a healing potion, emptying the contents in a single gulp. My army was immortal as long as I had the blood to heal and spawn them back when they got destroyed. That was the great weakness of the skill—it consumed a lot of blood instead of mana to maintain the army.

The skill was too damn OP against living beings, where I could absorb gallons of blood to maintain it, but against creatures like The Shattered Lust with its stone form, the skill's weakness was shown.

ROAAR!

The sight of the crimson sea of undead was truly majestic to behold. So many different beings from different walks of life and different parts of the world, all coming together, their only desire to obey me and rip apart this giant statue and bring me its giant dick to fuck.

Truly majestic. However, because my army had different beings, each fighting in their own unique way, the army's movement was chaotic, which was not good in my eyes.

"Tch. Too messy." I clicked my tongue in frustration.

The battlefield was a glorious nightmare—chaotic, violent, and soaked in crimson. My Blood Legion fought with a savage hunger, but they lacked cohesion. The Roman Legionnaires were disciplined, forming phalanxes and pressing forward with their shields, but the Werewolves ignored all strategy, leaping wildly at the monster. The Vampires, elegant but arrogant, swooped in for precision strikes, while the Ghouls and Zombies simply hurled themselves into the fray like cannon fodder.

I needed control. And control I will have.

With a dark grin, I raised my hands, controlling the blood of every single one of them. It hit me like a truck as my mind got overwhelmed by the amount of information and senses. I could see through the eyes of all of my army and, at the same time, I could see myself and my own army in front of the hulking, towering boss. I felt the adrenaline, the power flowing, the killing intent, the devotion my army had towards me. I was them, and they were me.

"Legionnaires! Form a shield wall!"

My voice rang through the cavern, carrying the weight of divine command. Instantly, my Roman warriors locked their shields together, forming an unbreakable wall of blood and steel. The Janissaries moved behind them, slipping through gaps like liquid shadows, their curved blades gleaming in the dim light.

"Vampires, Werewolves—flank the beast! Ghouls, swarm its legs!"

The chaos twisted into something far deadlier—a controlled, orchestrated massacre. The Werewolves, once reckless, became guided missiles of destruction, lunging at weak points with terrifying precision. Vampires blurred through the air, their claws and fangs striking the creature's exposed joints.

The Shattered Lust let out a thunderous roar as it struggled against the blood tide. Its stone body cracked under the relentless assault.

[The Shattered Lust has taken 7,000 damage!]

[The Shattered Lust has taken 5,000 damage!]

[The Shattered Lust has taken 12,000 damage!]

It reeled, but its resolve never faltered. With the massive sword in hand, The Shattered Lust attempted a wide arc swing, hoping to get rid of my army in one hit.

However, I had predicted the monster would do such, and using my control over the army, I relocated half of the blood essence inside every single soldier into the Legionnaires' massive shields, reinforcing them.

And the result...

CLANK!

The impact rang through the cavern like a bell tolling for war. The Shattered Lust's blade met the reinforced shield wall with a thunderous CLANK, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Yet the shields survived the strike, only chipping and slightly denting but nothing more, not a single soldier died.

"CHARGE!" I roared, seeing an opportunity to chip a huge chunk of the boss's health. "TAKE IT DOWN!!"

...

For more than a half-hour that was my strategy, and it worked like a charm. However, when the boss's health reached 50%, something strange happened.

BOOM!

"What the?" Soraka exclaimed, struggling to find balance as the Shattered Lust suddenly jumped high in the air, landing with force right in front of its throne and sitting back on it.

"Is this a new phase?" I wondered, bringing my army to a halt. Everyone stared, waiting for a powerful attack, like a beam or shit.

"..."

But nothing. The giant statue simply sat down, wrapping his left hand around his cock, and began to stroke it.

"Seriously?!" Soraka yelled, shocked by the actions of the boss. "Why is this thing suddenly... is he perverted too?"

"Apparently, yes..." I said, a sly smile on my face as I stared at the lovely sight.

"I CAN LEND YOU A HAND OR A MOUTH," I shouted, hoping to have some fun with that cock, but sadly, the boss ignored me and kept stroking himself like crazy.

It didn't take long for him to reach climax, and when the first ropes of purple semen fired, both Soraka and I were not prepared for what was to come. The bastard realized that he couldn't win against my immortal army, and if he wanted to survive, he needed to adapt to new tactics, and one of them was creating an army of his own.

When that purple cum filled the cave floor, Lust Guardians emerged from within, made from stone and the purple liquid.

"This can't be a good sight," Soraka wondered as she saw thousands of Lust Guardians emerge, and in a matter of minutes, the number had exceeded the thousands mark.

"Fuck off with that..." I cursed, cussing like a pirate as if someone stole my rum. "Shitty bastard, copying me now."