Extreme Training

"He's come quite far the past few days, right Miri?"

"Tsk"

The woman with curled brown hair stood watching the training. Several of the weaker girls had fallen beside Alistair, her teeth clenched, refusing to admit a male into their group. Before turning back and entering the combat training rooms.

"Well... It's your loss hehe."

Isilda sat back while eating a pastry filled with cream. She watched Alistair's body, filled with countless wounds, looking exhausted and covered in sweat as her cream filled tongue licked her seductive lips.

"He's trying his best today... It was so cute when he kept collapsing..."

Alistair joined the camp several days ago. He'd have to run for several hours under several assaults throughout the morning, as he carried double the weight of the other cadets. Alistair struggled on the first day, falling several times, which lead to an extra hour combat training with Regina.

Isilda aimed her staff towards the cadets. The wind howled with forming hundreds of mana blades. Unlike witches, she created them from the atmosphere. Yes, succubi cannot become witches. Researched had been abandoned since it was learned they sucked men's vigor dry during intercourse, becoming a hunted species.

"Go forth, my lovely wind blades."

Hundreds of blades, dancing through the air towards a few dozen cadets unaware of their fate.

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Alistair felt his body burning in agony. Alistair tried his hardest, dragging his legs to continue jogging with the last four Succubi in the group. When his instinct warned of danger rising, his head to seeing Sub-leader Isilda preparing a spell using hundreds of projectiles.

"FUCK!"

Alistair grabbed the nearest two succubi, before morphing into a werewolf, his tail grabbing one last succubus, causing them to let out a slight squeal and hostility before feeling their bodies fly towards the other succubi at high speed.

"Incoming!"

Alistair's voice howled. The girls reacted with swift pace. The front runners had already prepared a joint defensive mana wall. However, they lacked time to complete the barrier. Alistair, seeing this, tried casting a howling blast for the first time sober.

"Every time I think about this spell, it reminds me of the spirit bomb..." Alistair thought.

His mouth opened wide, as it took in atmospheric mana, causing a vortex inside his mouth, crackling with the intensity of mana consumed.

Alistair winced, his wounds built up, taking their toll on his body. Even more so, his first attempt at transforming since going berserk whilst so weak, causing extreme pressure on his body and organs. However, his will kept pushing forward.

These girls, during the past three days with his body exhausted, unable able to stand, these girls would make sure his wounds were tended before bed. They'd secured him dinner secretly after he lost the right after being punished.

Alistair was reminded of being a child in the orphanage once more, how they'd shared dinner during thought months. When one fell sick, everyone would chip in and help. Since coming to this world, he felt something similar to home for the first time.

His mouth opened further than normally possible, ripping the sides of his cheeks, revealing a creepy, monstrous smile. A vortex of extreme ice mana formed within his mouth, a fierce crackling from the sheer density of the mana.

"Ugh!"

Blood dripped from his wounds, caused by the extreme strain upon his body. Alistair felt his vision turning pure white before his vortex reached the critical mass. A monstrous howl boomed as he unleashed the beam, forcing everyone within 500 metres to cover their ears. The slowest girls had their eardrums burst instantly.

Its sheer destructive power caused the ground to crumble with large, deep cracks. His beam expanded, forming a cone swiftly, shooting towards the hail of knives, turning the sky a pale white as snowflakes began falling around Alistair, whose mouth closed, his body began falling backwards.

"Good job Alice!" Ren said.

Several of the succubi not involved in the defensive spell standing forward and pulled Alistair into the barrier made of arcane and earthen mana. Many succubi chanting 'exsurge scutum terrae.' As to maintain the barrier.

In the sky, a sudden explosion happened as extreme ice collided with tempered arcane blades. The sheer impact caused the ground to rumble like an earthquake, many girls stumbling before they steadied themselves.

Alistair felt a sense of weakness, knowing that his state was almost baggage, rose to his feet and began offering his remaining mana to the sorceress type succubi, kissing them on the lips to refill their mana as much as possible, still feeling the intense impacts from Sub-Leader Isilda's mana blades the barrier trembled with extreme tremors.

Ren stood at the front of the group. Her mana manipulation, the highest sensing the melee troops approaching. She looked towards the combat type of succubi armed with wooden swords and shields looking more like valkyrie than succubi.

"Ready for interception, don't allow them to pass the barrier, support team, keep our vanguard standing, don't search for victory, just prolong their assault. We only need to last five minutes!"

Ren Armed herself with a black lance and small shield, leading the assault team, she readied her lance, her sisters to either side; the enemy wearing all silver weaponry and visors. Displaying they were fully fledged succubi. Originally, Ren also had a silver visor, choosing to degrade when choosing to become the training team's leader this term.

"Remember, focus on deflection, cover your sister's! If we do well, Alice might give us a kiss!"

"Haha leader sure knows how to motivate us"

"Heh, I call first dibs!"

The silver succubi approached with great haste, far greater discipline and stronger formation. The leading succubus was a friend of Ren, knowing her well, lunging into Ren's blind-spot with lighting speed, the spear's tip inches from her chest before her body shuddered hearing a thud.

Ar, the red-haired succubus who struck at Ren, felt shocked as her lance was rebounded, seeing Ren's blue hair swaying in the wind, also with looking shocked. Ar turned her head, seeing a tall succubus with dark brown skin and curled black hair more sensual than seductive. What shocked Ar was something they'd overlooked? Ren's succubus team had alternate stances, covering each sister's weakness to the side where they held a weapon. The sister beside them carried a shield.

"You really thought hard, huh Ren?" Ar said, feeling her friend had improved once again.

"You're wrong. It was Alistair's idea!" Ren said. 'Alice' being a nickname only for their team.

Although they fought hard, the difference between experienced silver troop, their equipment and abilities surpassed the black troop severely. Thankfully, this wasn't a battle of destruction, but a time attack. Alistair had recovered moderately, decided on backing up the assault troop. Armed with a large shield and short spear, rushing forth still within his beast king form.

Clang*

Shling*

Thud*

With several intense bouts of combat, the team of eight succubi were now on the back foot. Ren kept pulling the girls back, forming a smaller group, her body and face covered in wounds with blood dripping down her face, now looking fierce like a true battle maiden.

Ren's spear finally connected with Ar's shoulder, knocking her flying towards the ground with a boom. Unlike her troops, who would celebrate or begin faltering, Ar's sisters just filled her gap with a new member thrusting towards Ren's now exposed flank. Because Ren let down her guard, she took a heavy blow, sliding back several metres, a trail of blood falling from her mouth.

"Hah... Hah... Fuck! Peh." Ren said, spitting her blood on the ground, looking at her sisters, seeing exhaustion and defeat setting in as she heard a husky male voice from behind her body.

"TEREBRARE, MEA HASTA GLACIEI!!"

Alistair shouted, ice shards rained upon the silver troop, causing their feet to back off and slight superficial wounds, however he'd bought the black troop time to regroup, his enormous hands picking up the fallen girls, giving them a lesser healing potion mouth to mouth, losing some because they drooled after the kiss.

Alistair was filled with excitement, his mind screaming for more battle and degeneracy. Alistair no longer cared who's desire this was, immersed in this sensation, jumping towards the silver troop, snapping his lance forward with lighting precision and speed. His lance colliding with a silver shield. However, instead of recoiling, his arm's muscles tensed further, letting out a low growl.

"Fall to your knee's woman!"

Bang*

Shlish*

"Ahhkk! fuck, never!"

The red-headed succubus blocked his spear fell backwards, pulling his spear down. Her shield had bent inwards, her arm completely penetrated by his spear, blood oozing from her wound. Seeing the muscular beastman chasing her further, bringing a sense of excitement, her competitive side began burning, discarding her lance, slashing toward his face with her extended claws. A wide smile appeared on her face.

"That's the spirit!" Alistair said, his spirits reaching maximum.

Alistair ignoring her hand completely, letting her fingers slice through his cheek, deeply eviscerating his flesh gripping her throat with his enormous hand completely wrapping around her, tightening with a secure grip blocking the air from her chest pressing her body down using the pinnacle of his strength.

Succubus were one of the weakest races physically, even worse after the grand crusade five hundred years ago, where the human countries grouped up to massacre all the living succubus. Despite being born with the weakest physique, having the ability to improve almost infinitely through sex. The issue being average males would die before climax, which caused their stigma in the holy church.

Thanks to Regina's harsh training, the average physique of the succubi was now vastly superior to an average witch without elemental enhancement, or body strengthening magic. Alistair found, even with his attributes limited by half, his pure strength in Beast King Form was beyond those using silver emblems and reaching close to the golden emblem.

Bang*

Thud*

'Fall down, stinking beast!' (Ar)

'I'll dominate every woman!' (Alistair)

Ar kept hammering away at Alistair's body and face. Whilst her own turned slightly blue, she began feeling weakness in her entire body. A warm liquid spreading from her crotch whilst feeling the fear of death for the first time in her life since she was hunted by humans losing her mother when a child.

"Haaaaaah!"

Alistair took her assault, only gripping her throat tighter, cutting her air completely. Alistair wore a twisted smile on his face. Seeing the woman urinate herself and began abandoning hope of life, then regaining it for one last strike. His instincts screamed with joy, his left hand raised high, pulling back the ice element swirling around it.

"So exciting/exhilarating!" (Alistair/Ar)

Slash*

Shlick*

With one last strike, she stabbed her claws deeply into Alistair's chest, as a claw of ice slashed across her face, cutting through her mana empowered skin like fresh snow as crimson flowers bloomed on either side with an ethereal sense of beauty their eyes fixed to each other within that moment.

A deep voice filled with authority called out. Which broke the pairs for a moment.

"END ENDURANCE TRAINING, THE BLACK LEGION WON!" Regina said.

[Gained experience]

[Basic Ice manipulation (B-) Evolved]

[Ice manipulation (D+)]

[Danger Vigor Low!]

[Seek healing!]

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Unable to read the screen properly as blood filled his vision, falling onto of the comatose Ar both with a satisfied smile upon their faces. Despite her arm dug into his chest and his claw holding her face, to the onlookers it looked like a macabre display of affection. As both sides support teams hurried towards the collapsed pair.

Miriam was standing beside Regina several hundred metres away, undetected by anyone. Even Isilda, when she spoke something positive whilst watching the scene.

"He's a natural, Regina"

"Natural what?"

"Woman Killer, not the romantic meaning. He's literally built to kill females. That desire for destruction isn't normal, it's akin to..."

"DON'T SPEAK THAT NAME!" Regina said, her scream blocked by a sound insulation barrier.

Miriam stepped back, shuddering with intense fear, feeling stupid for mentioning Regina's mother.

The former demon queen.