Harem Legion: Queens of the Apocalypse

There were few giant snakes. Giant snakes ate bats.

There were few rats. Rats ate centipedes.

Bats didn’t eat giant snakes. Centipedes didn’t eat rats.

Chickens, ducks, and geese didn’t eat rats either. Bats didn’t eat sparrows.

Lying on the bed, Magnus Specter kept turning those things over in his head. Round and round. It felt like he’d caught the edge of something, like he’d almost figured it out, yet when he reached for it, it slipped away again.

He still didn’t know what that snake gallbladder did.

But the snake blood... that was another matter.

By the look of it, the effect had to be better than the blood of chickens, ducks, or geese. That was worth trying.

As for the snake gallbladder...

Should he just swallow it and see what happened?

He was still thinking when the door opened and Ashton Honda stepped in.

Her eyes landed on him, soft as water, warm enough to melt frost. “Xiaofan, the girls outside are roasting sparrows tonight. Want to try some? Tastes real good.”

“Ashton...”

Magnus pushed himself up from the bed, smiled at her, then got down to the floor.

When it came to Ashton Honda, there was always some feeling in him he couldn’t put into words.

The two of them had already crossed plenty of lines. They were close enough that no one needed to spell it out.

But even so, when he faced her, there was still a strange restraint in his chest. Like he didn’t dare sully her.

Hard to explain.

Like some broke nobody standing in front of a goddess, wanting her, yet instinctively holding his head low.

On the first floor, the female members were all gathered around roasting sparrows.

The floor was still strewn with sparrow guts and scraps that hadn’t been cleaned up yet. Magnus followed Ashton Honda up from the underground parking area to the first floor, and before he even saw the fire, the smell hit him first.

Rich. Salty. Hot.

The scent of roasted meat rolled through the air and curled into his nose.

One of the female members saw Magnus come up and hurried over with a bright, eager grin. She was chewing on a sparrow leg herself. Maybe she didn’t think too much of it. Maybe she was just too happy to see him.

With both hands, she held the leg out in front of him.

“Captain, come on, have a taste. It’s really good...”

Back in the old days, a sparrow leg was about the size of a pinky.

But these giant sparrows the women were roasting were the size of motorcycles. One leg alone was bigger than a lamb shank from before the end.

Magnus looked at the half-eaten sparrow leg in her hands.

Refusing it would make him seem petty, like he minded her being dirty.

So he took it, found a spot she hadn’t bitten, and took a bite.

The meat wasn’t tough.

It was tender, juicy, and fresh.

Way better than chicken.

He couldn’t help taking a few more bites.

The girls had gone heavy on the salt and chili. As soon as the heat spread across his tongue, Magnus reached into his jacket pocket by instinct and pulled out a small bottle of white liquor. He had just started to raise it when Ashton Honda snatched it away in one motion.

Her face turned cold on the spot.

“No drinking,” she said. “Not anymore. From now on, you’re not allowed to drink.”

Magnus parted his lips, then stopped.

He guessed she was probably still angry over what happened last night with Victoria Reyes and the other two.

Thinking that, he swallowed whatever excuse was about to come out, lowered his head, and tore off another big chunk of sparrow meat with a hard bite.

Past ten at night, Emily Ward, Liana Jabbar, and the others finished their discussion and came to the RV to find Magnus for a meeting.

Magnus stepped out of the bedroom and saw that besides them, Lana Stewart, Mia Hadid, Georgia Hawthorne, and Glenda Forbes had come too.

That made him pause.

If all of them were here together, this wasn’t some casual talk.

This was something real.

“Xiaofan, let’s talk about the bullets first.”

Liana Jabbar got straight to the point. She dropped onto the sofa with a thump.

Emily Ward took out a map, spread it flat over the tea table, and held it down with one hand.

Liana went on, “First, the ammo. I had people count it just now. Right now, the whole Ice Regiment has 11,288 automatic rifles. We’ve got 13,677 rifle magazines left. Pistols, a little over 13,000. Pistol magazines, around 20,000.”

She looked up at him.

“Sounds like a lot, doesn’t it? But once you spread that across more than eight thousand people in the regiment, each person doesn’t even get two rifle magazines.”

Magnus walked over and sat on the sofa. His expression turned serious as he listened. He gave a slight nod.

Sophia Reid picked up where Liana left off. “Emily and I already talked it through. If we send the members out to fight, and if the ammunition is enough, then give us a thousand people and we’re confident we can sweep every last doomsday creature in all of Ridgehaven City. That part isn’t hard.”

She paused, her eyes sharp.

“But the premise is simple.”

“We need enough bullets.”

Enough bullets.

Those two words hung in the RV like iron. Heavy. Cold. No one took them lightly.

Magnus Specter listened without interrupting. While they talked, the old matter of the military logistics base rose in his mind again. He looked at them and asked straight out, “So that’s it? You want to hit the military logistics base?”

“Right.” Sophia Reid gave a firm nod. “That’s exactly the plan. No one knows how many guns and rounds are still left there, but if we can take that place, then in this damned apocalypse, we won’t have much left to fear.”

Attack the military logistics base...

Magnus Specter’s brows drew together. He did not answer at once.

Victor Dean’s troops were no small force. They had men, numbers, gear, and discipline. The Ice Regiment, on the other hand, was made up of women. He was the only man in it. What he feared was simple—once the fight truly started, casualties would come in waves, and when that happened, no plan would sound so clever anymore.

“We’ve got this many Crystal already, don’t we?” Sophia Reid’s voice rose a notch. She was getting heated. “So what are you still hesitating for? If we wait until Victor Dean’s people dig up a huge batch too, do you really think we’ll still be able to fight them then?”

Emily Ward followed at once, her tone steady but hard. “She’s right. On this, I’m with Xiaoxue. We’ve already found out how easy it is now to hunt those creatures. Victor Dean’s people won’t stay blind forever. And they’ve still got all that ammunition in their hands.”

“I agree too.” Liana Jabbar crossed her arms and spoke cleanly. “Forget super Fire Crystal for now. But Metal Crystal? We’ve got so many we can’t even use them all up. If it comes to fighting people, we’re not scared. I counted in the daytime—we’ve got close to eight thousand Metal Crystal already. For battle, that’s more than enough.”

Magnus Specter still did not know how many troops Victor Dean had left.

But even by the safest guess, there had to be at least ten thousand.

That was assuming they had not already been chewed apart by this wave of apocalypse creatures. If they had survived, if they managed to catch their breath and steady themselves again, then later on they would become a real thorn in the flesh.

His heart was still split on it.

Then his eyes shifted, landing on Glenda Forbes and Georgia Hawthorne. The two of them had come too, but until now they had barely spoken. Magnus Specter could not tell what they were here for.

Mia Hadid noticed where he was looking and explained, “That’s the second thing we wanted to talk to you about. It’s also about Queenstead City.”

“Queenstead City?” Magnus Specter took out a cigarette, lit it, and narrowed his eyes at the group. “What about it?”

Ever since joining the Ice Regiment—especially after seeing with her own eyes that there truly was only one man in the whole group, and that man was Magnus Specter—Georgia Hawthorne had straightened up a lot. Her old attitude had long since been put away.

She dragged over a few stools. She and Glenda Forbes sat down, lit a cigarette too, and took a slow pull. She did not rush to speak. Instead she glanced toward Lana Stewart.

Lana Stewart took the cue and said, “We still think the main force should move in the direction of Queenstead City. I already talked it over with Xiaoxue and the others just now.”

“You still want to go to Queenstead City?” Magnus Specter asked back.

Emily Ward picked it up. “I think Lana and the others make sense. Northreach Province, no matter how you look at it, is only this big. Sooner or later, we’ll mine these meteors clean. Once that happens, we’ll have to move anyway. And there are only two roads left in the end. Either we go north, into Blackdragon Province, or we go south, into Eastmark Province. So whether Queenstead City is real or not, we can still go and take a look.”

There was reason in that. Hard reason.

Magnus Specter smoked the cigarette down in silence. The ember burned to the filter between his fingers before he finally looked at Emily Ward again.

“So what’s your plan exactly?” he asked. “Hit Victor Dean first, then go look for Queenstead City?”

“More or less.” Emily Ward nodded. “Right now, what we’re short on is bullets. If we can first seize Victor Dean’s military logistics base, then when we get to Queenstead City, we’ll have some backbone. We won’t have to worry about the people there swallowing us whole.”

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