Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse

“What’s your plan?” Magnus Specter stared at Emily Ward, surprised. She didn’t look like she was joking.

“Xiaojun!”

Emily turned her head and called to Isabel Finch. “Take people back to the trucks right now. Bring down ten shovel torches.”

Shovel torches were a proven weapon against the first wave of apocalypse creatures. Good for air defense, good for swatting mosquitoes.

But sparrows too?

Isabel Finch gave a short nod. In no time, she came back with ten female team members. Each held a shovel torch in hand. She looked at Emily Ward and asked, “Sister Ke, light them?”

“Light them.” Emily nodded. “Split out ten people first. We test the shovel torches and see if they work on these giant sparrows.”

“But these are for mosquitoes,” one of the women blurted out at once.

Emily Ward said flatly, “If it’s an animal, it fears fire. If we don’t try, how do we know whether they fear it or not?”

As she spoke, she turned and flicked Magnus Specter a smiling glance, the kind with a little sting in it.

“Just like our commander. If he didn’t let us come out and try, how would we know we could kill those chickens, ducks, and geese?”

That was another knife.

Salt right in the wound.

Magnus Specter’s face turned darker, but he said nothing. Let them do it. At this point, he wanted to see too.

Just how easy could hunting these apocalypse creatures really be?

The ten women lit the torches. Flames jumped up at once, crackling red and yellow, throwing hot light over their tense faces.

Emily Ward quickly split the remaining forty women into two groups. Twenty were on air defense. Twenty were on killing the poultry on the ground.

Magnus Specter didn’t dare stay too far away. He still moved with caution and summoned the round log Crystal, trailing behind them at a distance of around twenty meters.

Emily Ward led the fifty-woman team forward one careful step at a time. Slow. Steady. Tight formation.

Before long, a huge flock of sparrows wheeled back through the air.

Just like Magnus Specter had said.

A black mass in the sky. Dense as storm clouds. Layer over layer. Too many to count.

The women tensed on the spot. Some even felt regret rising in their chests. Maybe they should have listened to the commander earlier.

“Don’t panic!”

Emily’s voice cut through the noise, hard and clear.

“One torch for five people is enough! They don’t dare come down!”

Then she shouted another order, “All members with guns, start shooting the sparrows! I’ll watch the ground! Everybody listen for my command at all times!”

Aside from the ten women holding the torches, the other forty all raised their guns and opened fire.

Gunshots burst one after another.

Sparks flashed.

The air shook.

Sparrows in the flock were hit and dropped from the sky, slamming down hard. Some flopped on the ground, wings beating in a frenzy, and then actually forced themselves back into the air again.

The women fired like mad. They kept pulling triggers until their arms shook.

Even so, at least a dozen sparrows the size of motorcycles still rushed straight toward them.

Magnus Specter had been wound tight this whole time. The second he saw that, he launched himself forward and sprinted their way.

But after just a few steps, he stopped dead.

His eyes locked on the giant sparrows above the women’s heads, and surprise flashed across his face.

Those dozen or so giant sparrows had flown over, but instead of diving, they just circled overhead, turning again and again in the air, refusing to come down.

The ten women with torches swung the shovel torches hard, fire roaring at the ends, forcing them back with fierce shouts.

The gunwomen, nervous enough to choke, aimed upward and kept firing.

Then suddenly—

Five sparrows circling above were struck by bullets. Their huge bodies lost balance and dropped straight down toward the women below.

At once, shrill cries broke out from inside the formation.

A few women screamed in alarm.

Emily Ward caught the danger immediately and roared, “Don’t panic! Hold formation! Don’t break ranks!”

Five or six sparrows the size of motorcycles came crashing down on top of the women. The ten shovel-torches checked them a little, bled off most of the force, so when the birds finally slammed into the team, the impact was no longer enough to smash people flat.

But luck still wasn’t on their side.

Those sparrows weren’t dead yet.

One of them hit the ground alive, its huge beak snapping down the instant it landed. It clamped onto a woman’s shoulder in one savage bite. The woman let out a sharp, ragged scream. Magnus Specter rushed over at once, yanked out his military dagger, and drove it straight into the sparrow’s skull.

“Don’t panic!” he shouted. “Hold steady. I’ll treat her wound!”

It wasn’t going as smoothly as he had imagined. Still, Emily Ward had caught onto something. There was a pattern now.

When they killed the sparrows, they could not stand in place.

They had to walk and kill at the same time.

Only then would the falling bodies miss the middle of the formation.

After they cleaned out that flock, Emily Ward gave orders without a pause. Her voice was crisp, fast, and hard.

“Teams One and Two, keep watch. Three, Four, Five, swap magazines. Check gear. We move!”

Magnus Specter finished treating the injured woman. Then he activated the Super Fire Crystal and once again followed about twenty meters behind them, trailing the squad as they pushed forward step by step.

After more than ten minutes, the team ran head-on into a rooster barreling toward them, wings beating wildly.

Emily Ward reacted at once.

“Teams One and Two, fire! Three, Four, Five, air cover!”

Twenty women raised their automatic rifles.

Twenty streams of flame burst out.

The giant rooster was hammered so hard it staggered backward again and again. In less than thirty seconds, it dropped dead.

The killing had stirred something fierce in them.

Emily Ward led the team onward. After another stretch of walking, they ran into two ducks. Teams One and Two held position and opened fire. In under a minute, both ducks were down.

It really was going this smoothly.

Magnus Specter stared from the rear, half stunned.

If it had been him killing these dozen or so chickens, ducks, and geese alone, who knew how long it would have taken? Yet these women had actually done it, and done it clean.

That thought knifed him again.

All the hardship he had gone through these past days suddenly felt cheap. Like it had all been for nothing.

They kept killing until nightfall.

Emily Ward brought the team back in triumph.

One of the women had been counting the whole time. Just among large poultry-type post-apocalypse creatures—chickens, ducks, geese—the squad had killed nineteen. As for sparrows, there were too many to count.

Outside the building, Harper Quinn and ten corpse-hauling carts had already packed the whole area tight. Animal carcasses were everywhere, piled in heaps. They were killing far faster than they could drain the blood.

When they got back to the underground parking lot, Magnus Specter let out a long breath. He found one of the women and handed her a Super Fire Crystal.

“Use this,” he said. “Then go sear the wounds shut on these carcasses. Don’t waste the animal blood.”

The woman smiled at him, took the crystal, and nodded.

Nearby, Emily Ward was grinning as she showed off her squad’s results to Charlotte Renard, Sophia Reid, and the others. When Sophia Reid heard that Emily Ward had actually led the team out of the alley, her fine brows shot up. She immediately started calling for women to head back out, wanting to do the same thing—take the fight onto the main street and kill there.

“Forget it, Xiaoxue. We’ve got time,” Charlotte Renard said quickly, reaching out to stop her. “Tomorrow. We do it tomorrow.”

Liana Jabbar added, “Yeah. And there are night animals too. The ones at night won’t be this easy. Rat demon beasts come in swarms. So do bats. And they’re a lot bigger than sparrows...”

“What’s there to fear?” Sophia Reid turned her head and shot Magnus Specter a sideways glance. “Don’t we still have our all-capable great captain with us?”

Damn it.

Even if he had judged wrong, did they really have to jab at him like that?

He had busted himself raw these past few days. Maybe no grand merit, fine—but no one could say he hadn’t worked.

And in the end?

This was how they talked about him. This was how they cut him up behind half-smiles.

What the hell was the point?

He had swallowed that bitter breath all day. Now it finally blew up in his chest. Anger surged hot and ugly. Magnus Specter simply threw up his hands and quit. He turned and strode toward the RV without looking back.

“Since you can all kill animals now,” he snapped, “then you don’t need me anymore. Go on and kill them yourselves. From now on, I’m done with it!”

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!