Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse-Chapter 165 When Beauties Go Berserk

A dozen minutes later, Magnus rejoined Emily and Sophia. They were crouched with five hundred Ice Regiment women on a low hill, about five hundred meters from the battlefield.

"Magnus, you alright?"

Emily and Sophia walked up fast. Magnus wiped sweat from his brow, breathing a little heavy. "Not exactly what I expected. Springvale’s still got at least ten thousand left. Emily, how many shoulder-fired rocket launchers did we bring?"

"Fifteen tubes. But only nineteen rockets left. Brought every last one," Emily answered plainly.

"Use them all. Mortars?"

Magnus slumped against a tree and lit a cigarette, waving for everyone to rest and eat a bit. The battle below sounded close to done.

"Yeah, we brought two," Sophia added. "All forty-five shells too. That’s all we’ve got."

"Alright." Magnus nodded. "Everybody rest ten minutes. Once their fight’s over and they let their guard down, we hit them."

"Got it." Emily and Sophia turned to give the orders.

Grace sat beside Magnus, pulled out a white towel and began wiping sweat from his face. "Magnus... do you think we’ll win today?"

"We should."

He checked his watch. "Their Crystal boost’s got five minutes left. As soon as it’s over, we get ready. Ten minutes from now, open fire - then rush in."

Grace nodded softly. After a second of hesitation, she whispered, "If we win today... promise me you’ll talk to my sister."

Talk? Magnus glanced over, surprised. He’d noticed Sophia acting a bit different lately - hard to tell in combat, but off the field, yeah, something had shifted.

"Just... remember what I said." Grace turned away, muttering like to herself, "I’ll be careful."

Ten minutes passed. Emily and Sophia organized the five hundred for battle. Magnus went ahead, guiding them through thick trees up the slope, settling into position on the side of the battlefield.

Down below, chaos still reigned. Springvale was grinding Ridgebreak down - only a few hundred Ridgebreak soldiers remained, desperate and cornered.

Emily lowered her scope. "Magnus, their Crystal boost’s run out. Should we hit them?"

"Not yet. Wait till they think they’ve won. That’s when they’ll be most careless."

"Magnus, look!" Sophia pointed down the hill - around fifty enemy troops were fanning out with torches, burning webbing, making straight for their position.

"Looks like they’re onto us," she said.

"Smart. They’ve been ambushed before, now they’re cautious." Magnus narrowed his eyes. "Other side of the hill’s the same - search teams."

He stayed calm. "It’s fine. Give it ten minutes - they’ve still gotta climb up. Might have torches, but those webs are thick, and there are spiders and centipedes too. Won’t be an easy climb. Besides..." He smirked. "I doubt they’re that committed. With nothing found halfway up, they might just report back and skip the rest."

Sophia kept an eye on the group of fifty patrol soldiers while Magnus focused on the battlefield. The Ridgebreak Battalion was hanging by a thread. After holding on for another ten minutes, they sent a Metal Crystal soldier out, likely to negotiate - but they no longer had that right. A dozen of their own swarmed him and covered his mouth and nose. He suffocated right there.

All that was left of Ridgebreak were ten infantry vehicles, completely surrounded. Wrecked vehicles blocked every path. They had run out of bullets and shells, and over five thousand Springvale troops had them locked in.

Suddenly, the back hatches of several vehicles burst open. Thirty-four soldiers poured out, skin hardened by Metal Crystals, unstoppable. They fought their way in one direction, carving through the enemy. A wave of momentum surged; the Springvale line broke open. In less than three minutes, over 300 enemy soldiers were down. But it was their death struggle.

Magnus raised his hand. "Get ready. Rocket launchers, mortars, aim and wait for my signal."

The breach made by those thirty-four didn’t last. Springvale quickly poured in more troops, crushing the rebels under sheer numbers. Soldiers piled atop them like a mound of bodies. Minutes later, those soldiers stepped back to check the corpses. The rest of the 5,000 troops began to relax, starting to fan out -

Magnus dropped his hand. "Fire!"

Fifteen rocket launchers and two mortars roared to life. Explosions ripped through enemy lines. Madness echoed across the field.

Sophia jumped up and shouted, "Metal Crystals, now! Everyone, charge with me! Leave none alive!"

Her command rang sharp. The Ice Regiment troops crushed their crystals and bolted down the slope. In three minutes, they hit the patrol squad - cut through them like slicing tofu. A breath later, fifty men lay dead.

In five minutes, all 500 women of the Ice Regiment charged into the chaotic battlefield of ten thousand men.

Smoke clogged the air; it was impossible to tell road from field. But the women didn’t care which side they were killing - man, gun, dead or alive - anything in front of them, they slaughtered. Nobody was spared, not even those surrendering.

Magnus, Grace, and Sophia were the fastest, diving straight into the melee. The Reid sisters unleashed suppressive fire with their rifles; Magnus swung a thick wooden log, hitting anything in reach.

Those struck by the log felt scorching pain as if fire licked their wounds. They rolled, screamed, and ran. Any soldier touched by the blue flames caught fire too - spreading like a plague.

They had one hour. That’s all the power of the Metal Crystals would last. Either they killed every last one of the enemy, or they died themselves. Everyone understood... and went mad.

Five hundred women stormed the lines like starving wolves in a sheep pen. Rifles ran dry - switch to pistols. Pistols empty - stab with knives. If they found a working gun on a fallen enemy, they picked it up and kept shooting. Grenades - they hurled them wildly. If they couldn’t throw far, they let them explode in front of themselves and got up bleeding, still fighting.

They weren’t people anymore. Their eyes were bloodshot, their minds blank with slaughter. They moved like demons crawling out from hell, tearing life after life from flesh and blood.

Ten minutes.

That’s all it took to break 5,000. The remaining Springvale forces - another 5,000 strong - still didn’t understand what had happened. Smoke covered the chaos. They thought it was a planned ambush by Ridgebreak.

Bruce panicked and sent in reinforcements. 3,500 more soldiers rushed into the fight.

But what he didn’t know - what he couldn’t imagine - was that every single one of these 500 troops had activated Metal Crystals. Bullets were useless. Knives, swords - pointless. They just kept coming.