I Become Master of Danger Zones as Incubus With Mastery In Genetic

Realizing how the two are preparing for their death, Alros decide to end this as quickly as possible. Demonic aura unleashed, as the dark and wicked aura slowly pressed on the two B-rankers.

Slowly, the aura the two have were overwhelmed, as they are used back, their exhausted breathing showing how tiring it is to keep such might for a long time.

However, they did not stop, planning to sacrifice themselves. Without the demon, or with him being badly injured, some of their force could run away and report what happened, ensuring the monster's identity will be revealed.

Of course, Alros noticed this, and he did not plan on letting two of his greatest prize and future possession to die so easily. Using his power, he easily reached for the two throats, both of the B-rankers unable to do anything else on the account of using their greatest strength in an attempt to weaken the demon, allowing them to do the final kill.

The two choked, as his hands squeezed on their necks. Just a strong squeeze, and their necks will snapped. However, he hold himself back. While he was annoyed how close to death they are, at the very least, they still alive, even if they will need some items and potions to increase the vitality they sacrifice.

Though, he do plan on punishing them for trying to oppose him, and die when he did not want them too. As he thought of the plans of torturing and humiliating the two, his arms wrapped around them, as he used his mana to suppress them without killing them.

With the two of the enemy's strongest fighters being taken down, the chances for them to rout increase significantly. His thought was proven correct as the morale of the army dwindled as they watched their strongest fighters falling into his hands.

Not to mention, their second best fighters were either killed or subdued by his named monsters and Alpha Lizardman, slowly weakening them. He then hit the back of their neck, causing the two to lose consciousness.

As the two fell into the swamp, he flew towards the army, his presence adding oil to the wildfire, causing the already morale down army into a complete collapse, their forces fleeing from him.

However, even with how fast they attempt to run, they will never get out of here alive, as he left some of his goblins, lizardmen and some of his bugs, just to capture or killed the fleeing human.

Of course, to ensure none of the women killed, each guard points will have one of his clones, who will make sure that none of the women were killed.

Though, he was not down just yet. After all, there still the fact that the second army are at the other Death Spot.

Sending some of his monsters, namely the Giant Earth Wasps, Energy Draining Mosquitoes, and Phantom Wasps, to go after the fleeing soldiers and adventurers, the Lizardmen joining in as well.

With the necessary force being sent to hunt down the routing enemies, he is now ready to kill the rest of the second army, if they manage to survive battling against many Swamp Ogres.

-x-

"How many are there left?!" Peter asked, his sword piercing and killing another Swamp Ogre.

"There seem to be 7 left, sir!" one of his man said, giving the second group the motivation they need. They are forced to face off against 30 Swamp Ogres, costing them a lot of soldiers.

The only reason they manage to kill more than half is because Peter had expected for Swamp Ogres to be responsible for the formation of the Death Spot. So, he make sure there are many countermeasures can be used against such powerful foes.

Unfortunately, despite their best attempt, they still lose a quarter of their force, as the Swamp Ogres are B-rank monsters. The only reason why the casualties are not any higher is because the Ogres are weaker than the regular one.

While Peter wanted to know the reason for it, he is content in letting the smart one learn the reason first before telling him. But with him not knowing of the reason for it, he decide to focus on eliminating the monsters first.

"6 left!" a B-rank adventurers said, killing another one of the Ogres.

"5!" a pincer maneuver bestowed another head of Ogres, as it soon find itself lying down without a head.

"4!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"There are none left!" the remaining soldiers yelled in excitement. While they mourned over the loss of quarter of their armies, they decided to wait until they are sure of their victories.

To do that, they needed to go to the other Death Spot, as the other side did not said anything of being done.

While it earn the groan of the survivors, Peter insisted, before saying he will threat them all for dinner, which does the trick.

-x-

"Looks like we knew the reason for them not coming to help us," Peter exclaimed, as his eyes laid on the corpses littering the group of the swamp, dead goblins, and hobgoblins sparse with dead human.

"Yeah, and we knew what happen to the women," his subordinate said, as they realize the lack of corpses from the fairer sex.

"We should get back and called for help. We are unable to handle any more Swamp Ogres as we are now, not without killing half of us," the others nodded, agreeing their leader.

Seeing they agreed, Peter was about to order a retreat when the second group find themselves being surrounded by monsters, from goblins, hobgoblins to Ogres, all looking at his group with a bloodthirsty look.

"Looks like we are dying here men," he said to himself, seeing the presence of strong enemies surrounding his tired force. Even if he wanted to escape, his pride and responsibility prevented him from doing so.

He looked at one of his courier, and unspoken message spoken between them. With some tears in his eyes, he quickly flee from battlefield, heading towards the city to inform of the destruction of the two group.

The monster's horde charged at them, though they were stopped for a while by the second group. But soon, with the combination of fatigue and overwhelming numbers, the second group was annihilated to the last men, no one survive, or it seem that way.

Unknown to the Torim Kingdom, the women, aside from some bruises remained alive, though their fate is not known to the masses or the to army and royals.

As the courier ran towards the city, he did not notice something following him, merely focusing on delivering the message he suppose to sent and report what happen, even with a heavy heart.