CH14: Crushing Paladins

Grisha vanished the night before, and he couldn't find her. Silas wanted to bounce ideas off of her about integrating the gnolls and dwarves, the paladin camp threat that replaced the monkeys, and how to fight against dark lords. The last one was the most important. Silas hadn't handled will well, and demonic power might not be the hard counter he wished for.

Silas stuffed a slab of smoked monkey meat in his mouth and searched the house. His lever action rifle was fully loaded, a rapier rested at his side, and he kept a handle on his demonic power. While assassins weren't expected from his brother yet, he didn't like surprises.

A massive pulsing green cocoon hung from the ceiling of Grisha's empty closet. Small traces of his own demonic power pulsed within it. In addition, there was a helpful label written as fertilizer storage that he hadn't noticed until he closed the door. Then, he felt a tap on his thigh and struck out with a glowing red rapier. Silas stopped before he impaled Bursh, the village mayor.

"She wouldn't want you watching this; no one wants their dark lord to see them like this," Bursh said.

He locked the door and gave the mayor his full attention. The little gob held her round belly protectively and backed away slowly.

"She is ranking up?" Silas said.

"What else would you call it? Do you know what she's ranking into? I hope it's a lesser troll. Don't tell her I said anything; she always struck me as the muscle around here." Bursh said.

After that comment, Silas had to know more. "What would you rank up into?" Silas asked.

Bursh snorted and turned away. "Dark lords don't like multiple high-ranking monstergirls in their forces. They prefer their favorite and maybe their second favorite to be stronger than the others. If I became an orc queen, what would I need you for."

"Queen or not, I will still spank your butt and fuck your green ass," Silas said.

"You know just what to say." Bursh swooned, fell into his crotch, and started fiddling with his belt. "Maybe one blowjob wouldn't hurt," Bursh said.

He grabbed his orc queen wannabe and pulled his dick free. The gob opened her mouth, forming an O with her full kissable lips. The demon was hard in seconds and pulled her head down on his cock. His second favorite gob didn't pause when he slid into her throat. She spread her legs wide to give herself a strong base and let him use her like a sleeve.

After a quick orgasm, she pulled back, letting cum pour past her lips. Silas finished on her face splashing her forehead with his load.

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Silas allowed himself to relax while Bursh found a chair.

"I'm not worried about being overthrown. Anyone who wants to rank up has my permission. So long as there are enough guards to keep them safe." Silas rubbed his temples. "By mushroom Jesus, I don't understand why other dark lords don't want stronger forces, more for me," Silas said.

"It's about power and control. We need human sperm to rank up and reproduce. But we want to test ourselves against our leaders when we get stronger. So, dark lord or queen, it doesn't matter if you want to lead, then prove you deserve to." Bursh said.

A shit test; the term wasn't lost to him. They wanted to see what they could get away with, and if Grisha managed to walk all over him, then she would lose interest. The same with the others.

Silas shook his head and switched gears.

"Have the scouts reported back?" Silas grabbed a bookcase and pushed it before the door. The bookcase nearly touched the ceiling and would hide the door. Of course, Grisha would be pissy about the marks on the floor, but it was an extra layer of protection. "It's already been a week, and I need to know if Liara can be trusted," Silas said.

Giving up the Gnoll village was the first step in building trust with Liara. The week after he released her from her bonds, she became friends with Grisha and spilled the beans on the village's location. Zigga was jealous but hadn't agreed to be loyal to him alone in exchange for trust. So he kept her confined to her residence in the village.

"That's why I'm here; a runner reported their return, and we can expect 20 dwarves and at least 40 gnolls to join," Bursh said.

"I'm going to meet them on the road. Have some gobs ready to accompany me. Let no one enter Grisha's home while I'm gone; post sentries outside and at least two inside at all times." Silas said.

He hesitated while he felt Grisha's demonic power pulse in time with his own. Silas barely understood the power flowing through his body, much less what it could do. So far, he healed faster with more demonic power, or youki, as the Japanese called it. The demon liked the word and how it rolled off the tongue. So he decided to use it when he referred to the new power in his body.

Outside Grisha's house, gobs rolled wheelbarrows full of concrete to pour into molds for new bricks. The orange glow of a kiln lit the south end of the village. His steps were drowned out by the hammers from various repairs. A gob jumped down from atop a roof, pulled down her pants, and exposed her dark green slit to him. Silas walked on towards the exit.

With dwarves, they could arm the gobs with mithril. Misha was ranking into a lesser witch; there was a good chance she could use enchantments. The only ones that could spoil his good cheer were the paladins camped on the ridge outside. In the distance, he was sure they were investigating his new library and pillar. They might have already snagged his stuff if not for the system locking them.

Then the monster research lab appeared because he rolled a nat 1. That was the kind of situation he didn't want to touch with a 100ft pole.

"Hey, boss Bursh said you needed a guide, and Fast Hand Tish volunteered before anyone else. So I can lead you down the same trail as the runner, and Bursh taught me the scouting team's call signs." Tish said.

"What time of day is it?" Silas asked.

"While it doesn't matter underground, it's midnight." The gob scrunched her button nose. "Why?" Tish asked.

"If we were to get a little off the path, could you get us back on it? Let's say an accident happened." Silas said.

"I know my way around. That's why Bursh let me go." Tish said.

"Good; I plan to wipe out the paladins before we go." The gob's mouth opened wide. "Don't worry about it. I don't think it will be very hard; it will barely be an inconvenience." Silas said.

The goblin looked to be on the verge of tearing up. "I tell you what, after the mission, if you do a good job, I will fill all your holes. Does that sound like a fair deal?" The gob nodded her head. "Then let's go wipe out a camp of paladins," Silas said.

…

The red ultra mech was a beautiful jagged demonic looking machine with metallic skeletal engravings in the armor like metal skeletons bathing in a bloody field. Silas pulled the key out of his inventory and unlocked the 20m tall mech. It was over a head taller than the camp on the cliff. Silas took the mech's built-in elevator to the back, where he entered the robot. Tish clung to his back for dear life while the ground grew further away.

Once he stepped inside, the tiny cord elevator reeled into the mech and vanished from sight. The door sealed behind him while he stepped into his mech's interior. A truly massive 12000-page manual sat humbly in his chair. Silas flipped it open and scanned the index.

"They are shooting at us." The forward-facing cameras zoomed in on the faces of paladins firing crossbows. He didn't even hear them ding off the armor. "Maybe that isn't a problem," Tish said.

He used an hour studying the index and then looking through the interface options. Silas connected the Red Ultra Mech, or Red Ultra for short, to his system. From there, a transfer of information began while his system worked to equip the mech. He figured out the barrier monitors and roughly how to find his piloting instruments. There was a suit he needed to interface with the mech normally, but that would only come from another drop.

Silas fiddled with the controls until his system link-up was complete. He didn't know how to access the weapons systems or the in-depth information needed to wield the Red Ultra's full power. That didn't mean Silas couldn't move the mech and attack. While he didn't have guns or laser swords, he had his fists.

Face recognition software quickly tracked down all the units he needed to destroy. They appeared red in his vision, and he took a step. Silas felt the cave shake as he took a second step. Stalactites fell against his shield and exploded. Red Ultra raised its hand, and Silas channeled Burst Palm. Red light gathered around his palm, glowing brighter and brighter before it blasted forth.

The cave shook harsher as the entire camp vanished. Silas watched his energy levels dip and slowly recover, thanks to the elemental trapped in its Ultra Engine.

"That's incredible, boss; no one can stop you with this," Tish said.

Killing with his mech hadn't made him any stronger. All Silas did was tie up a loose end that would have stopped his progress. He had other options to destroy them, but a 20m tall mech sent an important message.

With that annoyance out of the way, he could concentrate on important things like processing mithril into armor, weapons, and fortifications, planning the expansion of his city with greater resources, and Daiyu's rescue. He was too busy to play with faggoty ass paladins and their justice bullshit. So he used an overpowered mech to yeet them to the next life. The cliff had been turned into more of a pounded hill.

A hill was something his gobs could work with; they would have a road leading into the woods in no time. With the dwarves, Silas could see some rudimentary steam engines appearing. He was also banking on enchantments from Grisha to bypass the need for coal.

"Boss, could you fuck me on your throne." Silas sighed, and his guide pouted cutely. "Just a little sex."

…

Silas snacked on a ration bar while Tish spasmed on the ground. His little deal with her was already complete, and he saved time. A scout had come riding a white horse with sparkling white armor and waving a white sword. Small wings covered the rider's helmet, and they seemed brave and majestic until his mech turned.

When the horse froze, the rider tried to dig his spurs into the horse's side and whip it into submission. The beast gave more than it got.

The horse bucked him off and kicked the rider in the head while scrambling to get away, spraying crap all over the ground while it ran. Then, the demon stretched out Red Ultra's hand and grabbed the rider. It was like picking up a ragdoll with an asleep arm. Silas couldn't feel how tightly he gripped the rider but erred on the side of caution.

Horse kicks were brutal, but there was a chance magic armor could have saved the man. So Silas tossed the man on the ground gently and exited his robot. One wire elevator trip down, and he had a new prisoner of war. Silas ripped the helmet off to see the most beautiful guy he had ever seen. After stripping all the armor off, he took out a piece of paper and decided to give the man to the monstergirls he didn't want sex with, like the gnolls with penis labia. Once he made the note, Silas returned his mech to his inventory before building a sled to drag his prisoner on. Of course, there was always the chance he could sell the guy to a village as a peace offering.