Chapter 392: WAR (04)

The many beautiful, naked women in Ethan’s tent drifted toward the clothes scattered across the floor, while he himself began to dress.

Amelia, however, skipped the mundane process entirely. A casual flick of her fingers and a simple whispered spell were all it took for her clothes to materialize onto her body.

Once ready, she walked over to Ethan to help him dress as well.

"Be careful, love. Mommy will always be watching from above, but don’t get overconfident. At any sign of danger, don’t hesitate to retreat, okay? Just call my name and I’ll make hell rain down on those pigs!" Amelia said, her voice heavy with concern as her delicate fingers adjusted the buckles and belts of his clothing.

She wasn’t exaggerating.

For a mage of her caliber, wiping out an army like that would take only a few spells. Without another mage of similar power on the enemy’s side, not even two hundred thousand men could hope to survive her wrath.

Because of this, in battles of that scale, mages were the most valuable—and the most protected—combatants. Killing or sparing a mage often meant the difference between victory and defeat.

"I know, don’t worry," Ethan replied with an affectionate smile, his eyes drifting naturally down to the deep cleavage formed by Amelia’s enormous breasts.

With her standing and leaning over him as he sat there, the sight was simply breathtaking.

The mountainous globes hung heavily beneath their own weight, pressing against one another to form an endless, plunging valley.

With every breath she took, those colossal masses swayed in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, her creamy skin bulging over the edge of her tight cleavage as if threatening to spill free at any moment.

Despite the weight pulling them down, they remained full and perfectly round, literally defying gravity.

Amelia paused, gazing at Ethan with deep eyes that seemed to hold entire oceans of emotion. Then, without warning, she pulled him into a tight embrace, guiding his face straight into the immense valley between her breasts.

The gigantic Y-cup globes swallowed Ethan’s head completely, submerging him in a sea of creamy, warm flesh.

Those enormous tits molded around his face with a texture at once heavy, squishy, and velvety, the soft mounds parting just enough to reshape themselves around every contour of his features before folding back in, pillowing his cheeks in a suffocating, silken embrace.

The heavy underside of those colossal breasts rested upon his shoulders like a blanket of warm, fragrant flesh, sinking their supple weight against him while the sweet perfume rising from that intimate valley invaded every breath he took, leaving him momentarily dazed and drunk on her scent.

Ethan certainly couldn’t complain about such treatment. His hands flowed naturally to Amelia’s slender waist, gliding along the delicate, feminine curves that contrasted so absurdly with the colossal weight of the breasts smothering him.

His fingers pressed into her supple, warm skin, kneading it possessively.

After a few blissful moments, she gently pulled away and placed a tender kiss upon his forehead.

"Stay safe; I’ll be watching over you," she whispered. With a graceful wave of her hands, her body seemed to melt into countless glistening drops of water that soon dissolved into a fine, white mist, drifting into the air until she vanished completely.

"I’ll be safe," Ethan replied to the empty air, forcing himself to rise.

He grasped the hilt of the God-Slayer strapped to his waist and took a single step forward. Starting at his feet, the black metal began to climb up his body, plate locking onto plate in a silent, seamless dance of interlocking pieces.

The powerful armor took shape piece by piece, enveloping every inch of him, until at last a black cloak unfurled from his shoulders and billowed heavily behind him like an extension of the night itself.

A helmet closed over his handsome face, its visor promptly rising at his touch.

With the many women in the tent already dressed, Ethan stepped forward, leaving with Mireya and Evelyn at his side, accompanied by the mages and the knights of the Golden Rose Guard.

Doran was already waiting outside, the cold morning wind cutting through the Goldenveil banners fluttering over the camp.

The soldiers of the first and second legions stood in position, formed into perfect ranks, their shields glinting in the pale light that barely managed to pierce the heavy clouds.

"What about the Fallenwinter army?" Ethan asked, his hand resting casually upon the hilt of his beautiful blade as he walked across the dark ground.

His eyes swept over the backs of the many soldiers lined up under the command of Laine, at the peak of the third stage, and Theron, who stood in the fourth.

"They’re staying close to the green skin army, Lord. But they’ve been marching all night and must be exhausted," Doran replied, walking alongside him with steady strides.

Even from that distance, the young lord could already feel the murderous aura of the approaching orcs pressing against his senses.

The crash of falling trees echoed through the forest at an ever-closer pace, mingled with guttural roars laden with pure hatred. The ground itself trembled beneath their feet, each thundering step of that savage horde sending faint ripples through the earth.

"It’s going to be a bitter fight, for both us and them. Prepare the vanguard; I’ll fight once the allied army arrives," Ethan ordered.

He loved killing green skins, but he also had his own objectives in this war.

In particular, he wanted to face the fourth-stage warrior of the allied army, defeat him, and, if possible, force him to surrender.

Of course, in terms of base stats, that was a lost battle for Ethan.

However, he had various means at his disposal, including a buff he would receive from Amelia—capable of boosting his stats by a wide margin—as well as his many skills, techniques, and enhancement potions.

This would be a historic battle for Goldenveil—not only for the victory over a vastly superior army, but also because he, still in the third stage, would defeat a fourth-stage expert.