Chapter 542: Chapter 542: Sisters’ Deadly Game

Midnight.

Under the pale glow of the moon and the countless stars, we watched.

"Ready for some fun, sister?" I asked, my voice a low whisper.

"Always," Vicky replied, her crimson eyes gleaming with anticipation.

After a long march, the Gray Knights set up camp. Their camp was well-organized and disciplined. Their tents were arranged in neat rows, their guards patrolling the perimeter with practiced efficiency. Even at rest, they were soldiers.

At the center of the camp, the wyvern was chained, its massive form coiled around a large rock, its glowing red eyes scanning the darkness. It was a magnificent creature, its scales the color of dried blood, its wings folded neatly against its back.

The Gray Knights were sleeping inside their armor. Yes, inside their armors.

"How can they even breathe in that thing?" Vicky asked, her brow furrowed with confusion.

I didn’t answer. My eyes were locked on the structure that the Gray Knights brought with them.

A church.

A portable, prefabricated church.

How?! No, the real question is why? They are on a military campaign—why the hell do they need to carry a fucking church on their shoulders?

’They are fanatics,’ I thought. ’Fanatics always bring their god with them.’

"What are you looking at?" Vicky asked, her gaze following mine.

"A holy relic, maybe?" I said, my lips curling into a sneer. "Or just a prayer booth for their ’pious’ knights. Doesn’t matter."

I turned to my sister, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

"Okay, here’s the plan," I said, my voice a low, conspiratorial whisper. "We drop in and fuck everyone up."

"Morgi..." Vicky sighed, rubbing her temples. "That’s not a plan. That’s a tantrum."

"Details, details," I waved my hand dismissively. "We’ll improvise. But we’ll start with their pet. I want you to have some fun before the main course."

"..."

Vicky kept staring at me blankly, but I could see the... rage in her eyes? Yeah, her pupils turned to slits. She was getting angry, and I felt that if I said another joke, she would bite my head off. Literally.

"Fine, fine, no jokes." I raised my hands in surrender. "You go in hot and loud. Draw their attention. While they’re busy pissing their silver pants, I’ll drop in on their leadership and..."

"NO!" she cut me off. "You set a barrier with your blood magic, trapping everyone in. Then we drop, slaughter those who need to be slaughtered, and capture those who need to be captured. We need to do this quick and clean. We don’t want to leave any evidence behind."

"Eh?" I blinked. "Since when did you become a tactical genius?"

"I used to read your war reports," she said, her voice flat. "And I have been managing hell for a few decades. I know a thing or two about mass slaughter."

I had to admit, her plan was better than mine. It was more... efficient. More... Vicky.

NO! My plan is better. My plan involves more... cocks.

Sigh~

"Okay, we’ll do it your way," I said, a grin spreading across my face. "But I get to play with the wyvern later."

"Deal," Vicky nodded.

"Alright then," I nodded, slightly descending from our hiding spot in the clouds. "Time to get this party started."

I bit my wrist, letting blood flow. The divine, life-giving essence shimmered in the moonlight, coalescing into intricate, crimson runes that hung in the air like malevolent stars.

I pushed my will into them, and they shot outwards, silently sinking into the earth around the entire camp. An invisible, dome-shaped barrier snapped into existence, sealing the Gray Knights inside with us. The air grew still, the sounds of the night dying as if smothered by an unseen blanket. No one would get in. No one would get out.

"Time to go say hello," I purred, my crimson eyes glowing with wicked delight.

"Shall we compete on kills?" Vicky asked, a predatory grin spreading across her face. "The winner gets to... tie the other one up and do whatever they want for a day?"

"You’re on, sister," I laughed, the sound echoing through the night. "But don’t cry when I make you my personal toilet for a week."

With one step forward, we descended like meteors. No slow, dramatic fall. We simply... BOOM! ... crashed into the center of the camp.

My impact splintered the ground, creating a crater of cracked earth and displaced dirt. The sound of our sudden intrusion, the shockwave of displaced air, was enough to wake the dead.

"INTRUDERS!" a knight roared, his voice amplified by his helmet. He was on his feet in an instant, his sword drawn, its blade glowing with that pale, pathetic imitation of holy light.

The camp erupted into chaos. Knights scrambled from their tents, their movements clumsy and sluggish inside their cumbersome armor. They were fast, I’d give them that, for men wearing full plate. But they were not fast enough.

Vicky couldn’t hold back any longer. I could feel the draconic energy rolling off her in waves, a palpable heat that made the very air shimmer. After all, this was her first time fighting, and with a strong dragon body—who wouldn’t be excited?

"GET FUCKED!" she roared, and then she began to change.

It wasn’t a slow, graceful transformation like in the movies. It was a violent, explosive eruption of flesh and scale. Her body convulsed, her skin splitting apart as plates of obsidian-black scales forced their way through, her fingers contorting into wicked, razor-sharp claws. Her spine arched, a series of spikes ripping through her back, growing into massive, leathery wings that unfurled with a thunderous crack.

In less than ten seconds, my sister was gone. In her place stood a dragon girl.

And what a dragon girl she was.

She was magnificent. Terrifying.

She stood at least ten feet tall, her body a perfect fusion of feminine curves and draconic power. Her breasts were covered in smaller, interlocking scales, her waist narrow, flaring out to powerful, scaled legs that ended in talons that could gouge solid rock. Her face was still recognizably Vicky, but with sharper, more angular features, her eyes glowing like twin embers in the darkness, and a pair of short, curved horns spiraling from her temples.

ROAR!

She let out a roar, and a torrent of red-hot flames erupted from her maw, engulfing two unlucky knights. Their silver armor glowed cherry red, then melted like wax, fusing their bodies together in a grotesque, screaming sculpture of molten metal and cooked flesh.

"Two already," Vicky growled, her draconic voice deeper, rougher, like grinding boulders wrapped in silk. Smoke curled from her nostrils. "Try to keep up, little sister."

"Oh, it’s on," I laughed, crimson energy crackling around my fingers.

The screams hadn’t even finished echoing when the rest of the camp reacted.

"FORM RANKS!" another knight bellowed, his voice sharp, disciplined despite the chaos. "SHIELDS—NOW!"

Silver flashed in the firelight as they moved with drilled precision. Tower shields slammed together, forming a defensive wall, their pale imitation of holy light linking into a faint barrier that shimmered like fragile glass.

"Hah..." I let out a low chuckle, stepping out of the crater, dust rolling off my shoulders. "At least they’re not completely useless."

One of the knights pointed his glowing blade at me.

"By the will of the Radiant One—"

"Shut up."

I vanished. A heartbeat later, I reappeared in front of him.

"Eh?" His helmet tilted—just slightly—just enough to show surprise.

Too slow. My hand pierced straight through his chestplate. Not with force.

With ease.

Like pushing through wet paper. My fingers found something warm and squishy inside—a heart, maybe? I squeezed.

"Gluurgh...!"

The knight’s sword dropped with a clatter. His body convulsed once before collapsing in a heap of useless metal.

I turned to the shield wall.

"Next?"

"MONSTER!"

"DEMON!"

"IN THE NAME OF THE LIGHT, SLAY THE ABOMINATION!"

They charged like a silver tide, their boots thundering against the dirt, shields locked tight, swords raised high. That fake holy light pulsed brighter, trying to push back the shadows we brought. Pathetic. It flickered like a candle in a storm.

"FOR THE RADIANT ONE!" their captain bellowed from the back—a big guy, fancier armor with gold trim. "PURGE THE UNCLEAN!"

"How rude, I’m very clean," I giggled, and then I met their charge head-on. "Vicky, you take the left flank. I’ll carve the right."

"Got it," she snarled, her tail lashing like a whip. She lunged forward, a blur of black scales and fire. Her claws raked through the shield wall like it was foil paper—shields crumpling, arms severed at the elbows, knights screaming as hot blood sprayed.

One poor bastard got impaled on her horns when he tried to duck. She shook him off like a ragdoll, his body flopping into the dirt with a wet splat.

"Not bad, sis," I called back, already moving. I didn’t bother with flashy transformations. Just me, raw and ready. Crimson energy coiled around my fists like angry serpents as I met their charge head-on.

The first knight swung at me, his sword a glowing arc. I caught the blade mid-swing—bare-handed. The metal sizzled against my palm, but it didn’t cut. It bent.

"Wha—?"

I yanked him forward, headbutting his helmet. Crack. His visor shattered, shards embedding in his face. He staggered, gurgling blood. My knee drove up into his crotch, armor buckling inward with a sickening crunch. Balls pulverized. He dropped.

"Four for me," I laughed, kicking his corpse into the next guy. Bowling for knights!

"Too slow, sis, I’m already at seven." Vicky’s roar drew my attention. She’d already torn through three more knights. One tried to stab her from the side. She spun, her tail whipping around to catch him across the chest—snap. Ribs turned to dust. He flew backwards like a broken toy.

"Hey! No fair using your tail," I complained, dodging another sword swing. This one grazed my arm, sparks flying as the holy light bit into my skin—like a mosquito bite. Annoying.

"Sorry, not sorry!" she cackled. "You have a tail too. Use it."

"Nah," I grinned. "I like making them watch my ass bounce when I move."

"Such a slut."

"You love it."

"Maybe."

The knights started to panic. Their formations crumbled. Their fake light flickered. They started backing away, clustering around their captain.

"RETREAT! FALL BACK TO THE CHAPEL!" he yelled, trying to rally them. But there was nowhere to run. My barrier held fast.

"How cute. They think their little clubhouse is safe," I purred, watching them scramble. "Let’s go say hello, shall we?"

"After you, sis," Vicky grinned, her dragon features enhancing her predatory expression. "Ladies first."

"You’re so sweet," I laughed. "But I insist. After you."

"..."

"Bitch, you just want to check out my ass again."

"Abso-fucking-lutely," she shot back without missing a beat. "And I’m not sorry."

"Sigh... fine."

"Thatta girl."

"Oh, shut up and start killing."