A/N (To make Zorin more unique, she's being given four arms will be editing that in)

Chapter 68: Flood the Dungeon

*BOOM!*

Ok…

*BOOM!*

….

Seriously?

*BOOM!*

SERIOUSLY?!

I THOUGHT THEY WANTED MY RUBBER GOODNESS! WHY ARE THEY BLOWING UP MY CASTLE!

Over the course of a day, holes were beginning to appear all across the sewer and catacombs areas, large chunks of rocks being launched at the castle all throughout the night.

Don't those idiots know how dangerous this is?! You'll collapse this entire damn castle! Then you'll get no treasure! And worse of all! I'LL DIE!

Sitting in Slimey's hands as I've always done, I pondered what reason they could have for launching their attack.

Did that mini dew-drinker alert the humans? Did she order them to attack? Relayed information to the army above? Had Lhikan misjudged?

I didn't know.

With Lhikan out from his injuries and the tiny leaf-licker unconscious. I had no answers. At least not yet.

Turning my attention to the denizens of my throne room, I observed as my army kneeled. Hundreds of goblins, dozens of skeletons, spiders, slimes, and a hodgepodge of various monsters kidnapped and slaved to my will.

Err. Forcefully recruited.

Drafted?

Involuntarily subjugated.

Anyway these were my monsters. My family. The creatures seeking my guidance on what to do as the shaking grew louder.

I could feel their anxiety, worries, desires. But most of all, I could feel their eagerness.

To hunt. To kill.

Humans.

Their natural enemy.

I suppose this was to be expected.

All monsters desired the death of humans. It was in their nature. As creatures born of mana, their purpose was akin to honey bees.

To spread mana.

Through any memes necessary. Whether that meant through killing or being killed, it didn't matter so long as the objective was fulfilled.

Of course, some monsters more sentient than others rejected the notion, but it was a deep-seated almost carnal desire that hung over every monster's head.

And Demonlords… well, they were the most sentient of them all. But unlike tarantuals, harpies, and eyebats, demons willingly chose to satiate their desires. They knew right from wrong, had morals, had culture, but like an addict feeding an addiction, they couldn't be saved.

They wanted blood.

And so too… did I.

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Against humanity, against the demons. Against that red headed bastard that sent me here!

But did I want to sacrifice these monsters in order to achieve my goal?

….

It was no secret that against humans they would die. That there would be casualties even if I went all out. No plan survives contact with the enemy after.

“We are yours to command my Lord.” Slimey said, stroking my head as another boom sounded.

Right. No sense getting cold feet… flippers? Bill? Tail? Anyway, The enemies were at our doorstep, and from Lhikan's memories, they weren't exactly innocent. And those that were… well. Those that treaded upon this graveyard would meet their end.

Actually, come to think of it. The shaking has finally died down…

Ugh. But why do I have a sudden sense of dread building up?

Continue your daily operations. Sweeping, cleaning. Form your patrols and report anything suspicious. Dismissed. I sent out, Gobledee barking orders to the gathered minions.

Actually, come to think of it, I was missing a few goblins and a certain four armed lizard along with one annoying human.

Zorin and her merry band to be exact.

According to my minion manager, they weren't in any danger, but why did they-oh.

Huh…

In a chamber with a dozen sweating goblins, the green creatures were busy doing push-ups, situps, and pull-ups. The green-skins hard at work exercising and being yelled at by Simp who had grown in size and Jesse egging them on.

“NO PAIN! NO GAIN! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH!”

““ART OF SWOL!””

““ART OF SWOL!!””

The goblins chanted in fanatic unison.

Alright. Yup. Just not even going to bother with that.

I turned my attention to my prisoners. The dryad being tortured by my goblins and the little Santa's helper waking up in a room tied down to a bed.

The tiny treehugger glanced around, eyes going wide as she realized she had no gas mask and was in a foreign environment.

She quickly began to scream, yell, calling out for help as she wiggled furiously.

Not the move I would have made but whatever.

Of course, I had Simone on standby, the woman entering the prison as a friendly face to explain the situation.

I'd leave it to Simone to talk, right now I couldn't be bothered with a face to face confrontation with the daisy sniffer until I inspected all her gear and got more insight on the pointy-tip.

Slimey.

“Yes darling?”

I wish to go for a walk. I need to make sure the walls aren't tumbling down on us. See if I need to set up any struts or supports.

“Of course my love.” Slimey replied, carrying me down all fourteen flights of stairs.

Sigh…

Man, next time I get a chance at making a throne, I’m definitely taking charge of the decorating.

****

“Move in!” Donut barked, ordering the troops up the rappel lines as shrieks and fighting raged on all around her. “Clear those breaches!”

After two days of kicking the hornet's nest, the order had finally been given.

Attack.

Donut led the charge, the Justicar scaling the castle and climbing into the hole that led into a series of tunnels and catacombs.

There, fighting was already going on, a myriad of skeletons, ghouls, zombies, and even direwolfs coming out to attack.

No caution, no pre-planning or scouting, just, extermination.

Phase one had been to shake out as many monsters as possible and deal with them in an open field, phase two, well, that was the dungeon assault, and so far, it had been going poorly.

Entering through various holes, Commander Danse's forces poured in enmasse, some by way of the many waterways and over the infested moat, others, by hooks and rope like Donut.

Donut had qualms with the strategic validity of this assault. But orders were orders after all and her job was to obey, not question.

She clenched her jaw, her eyes adjusting to the dim cave ahead as she finally climbed up.

“Captain!” A voice called out, turning her attention to the group of mercenaries extending a contraption up the side of the castle cliff.

A portable ladder, a new machine commissioned by the church for this specific endeavor.

Or, at least that was what they were told. But the speed and readiness of it being available drew suspicion even from Donut.

The Justicar spun, reaching down and latching the ladder onto the cave entrance by its specialty hooks.

“It's connected! Climb up!” Donut ordered as a tingling sensation pricked her skin.

Donut's blue eyes narrowed, hand unholstering her hammer wrapped in scripture to face a woman with green-hair and green eyes, her slender form filling the black dress of a Maiden of Light that made the Justicar pause.

But perhaps what was stranger of all, she had a rubber duck resting atop her head.

What?

“Hello. May I interest you in the holy gospel of the Cleaners?” The woman said, sending a cold chill down Donut’s spine that made the hairs on her body tingle. Before she knew it, her arm was swinging, hammer out, smashing the woman’s face that deformed.

“Oh… my. That wasn’t quite nice darling.” The woman said, missing her jaw that quickly reformed into a sinister grin. “Let’s have some fun.”