Harem Domain: I Fucked The Goddess of Lust, So What
Chapter 42: The first Wave

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: The first Wave

The night air was thick with tension. The wind carried the distant echoes of screams and the heavy stench of decay. Azrael stood at the edge of the village, his fingers gripping the hilt of his sword as he watched the dark horizon. The moon, half-hidden behind swirling clouds, barely illuminated the coming horror.

Beside him, the girls he had rescued—Selene, Naya, Lyra, and a few others—stood tense and ready. Their makeshift weapons trembled in their hands, but their eyes held a burning resolve. They had no choice but to fight.

Then, the first sounds of the approaching enemy reached them. A bone-chilling chorus of low growls, the crackling of dried flesh shifting unnaturally, and the heavy stomp of countless feet against the earth.

"They’re here," Selene whispered, her voice barely audible.

Azrael exhaled sharply. "No one runs. We hold this line."

The others nodded, fear flashing in their eyes, but they didn’t move.

Then, out of the darkness, they appeared.

A mass of undead creatures, their rotting bodies covered in tattered armor and broken weapons, surged forward like a relentless tide. Some had glowing red eyes, others had mouths twisted into unnatural snarls. The ground beneath them seemed to die as they moved, turning black and withered in their wake.

Naya’s face paled. "This... this isn’t just an undead army. Something is controlling them."

Azrael didn’t have time to respond. The first wave was upon them.

The Battle Begins

A monstrous ghoul, its jaw unhinged and dripping with black ichor, lunged at Azrael. He sidestepped, bringing his sword down in a clean arc. The creature’s head rolled to the ground, but three more took its place.

Selene raised her hands, chanting under her breath. A shadowy barrier erupted in front of them, momentarily holding back the horde. But cracks already formed along its surface.

"They’re too many!" Lyra shouted, stabbing a dagger into an undead’s skull. "We can’t hold them forever!"

Azrael clenched his jaw. "We don’t need to hold forever. We just need to kill faster."

He activated The Bond of the Fallen. A pulse of blue energy surged from him, wrapping around Selene, Naya, and Lyra. Their weapons glowed.

Lyra gasped as the small dagger in her hand shifted into a long, curved sword. "What the—?!"

"A gift," Azrael grunted. "Now fight."

With their enhanced weapons, they cut through the creatures with newfound strength. Naya’s sword sliced through undead flesh like it was paper. Selene’s shadow magic infused her weapon, turning every strike into an explosion of darkness.

But the enemy didn’t stop. More and more undead poured in, crawling over each other to reach them.

Azrael felt his muscles burning, exhaustion creeping into his limbs. He swung his sword with brutal efficiency, severing limbs and heads, but it wasn’t enough.

Then, from behind them, a chilling sound echoed through the battlefield. A slow, deliberate clap.

Azrael turned, his heart hammering in his chest.

Standing on a hill, just beyond the battle, was a tall figure in dark robes. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but his skeletal fingers crackled with dark energy.

"The necromancer," Naya whispered.

The figure lifted a single hand, and instantly, the fallen undead began to rise again.

Azrael’s blood ran cold.

The Necromancer’s Wrath

"He’s reviving them!" Lyra shouted, panting as she cut down a ghoul only for it to stagger back to its feet moments later.

Selene’s eyes burned with fury. "We need to take him out. Now."

Azrael nodded. "I’ll handle it. You hold the line."

Before they could protest, he dashed forward, slicing through any undead that stood in his way. The necromancer watched him approach with an eerie calm.

"You fight well, little heir," the necromancer mused, his voice like dry leaves in the wind. "But you cannot win."

Azrael didn’t waste time with words. He swung his sword with all his strength.

The necromancer lifted a hand. A barrier of black mist stopped Azrael’s blade mid-air.

"You’ll need more than that," the necromancer taunted.

Azrael growled, pushing harder. The barrier cracked but didn’t break. Then, a sudden pain shot through his chest. He gasped, stumbling back. Looking down, he saw a skeletal hand protruding from his side—an undead had stabbed him.

The necromancer chuckled. "So predictable."

Azrael gritted his teeth. He wouldn’t die here.

Summoning the last of his strength, he activated The Bond of the Fallen once more. A powerful pulse of energy shot outward, temporarily shattering the necromancer’s barrier. His allies, still linked to him through the bond, felt a surge of energy as well.

Selene took her chance. She hurled a spear of dark energy at the necromancer. The blast hit him square in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

Azrael stumbled, pulling the undead’s arm from his body. The pain was unbearable, but he forced himself to move.

He reached the necromancer, pressing his sword against his throat.

The necromancer coughed, black blood trickling from his lips. "You... don’t understand... This is only the beginning."

Azrael’s eyes narrowed. "Then I’ll make sure you don’t see the end."

With one swift motion, he drove his sword through the necromancer’s heart. The dark figure let out a final, gurgling breath before his body dissolved into ash.

Victory, but at a Cost

The moment the necromancer died, the undead army collapsed. The creatures that had been tearing through the village froze mid-attack before crumbling into lifeless heaps.

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield. The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the distant crackling of flames from destroyed houses.

Azrael fell to one knee, his vision swimming. The blood loss was worse than he thought.

Selene ran to his side, pressing her hands against his wound. "Stay with me, Azrael," she pleaded.

He forced a weak smirk. "Did we win?"

Lyra kicked over a pile of bones, sighing. "Looks like it."

Naya wiped the sweat from her brow. "For now."

Azrael looked around. The village was damaged, but it still stood. They had survived.

But deep in his gut, he knew this wasn’t over.

This was just the first wave.