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

He also spent the night training his women, his clones helping in the endavour. Aside from turning them into obedient sex slaves, with different fetishes and kinks, it also generate the necessary LP for all his preparation, hence the reason for him doing it.

The fact he enjoyed fucking the women is a plus as well.

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Alros took a spot on the nearest tree as he observed them. Unfortunately, the other 4 did not find any exact spots of the Lizardman Tribes in their vicinity, though one did find a trace of it.

It is both a curse and a blessing. A curse as it would force him to stay longer to search for more lizard men. A blessing as he did not have to separate his forces for two separate assaults, weakening each forces in turn.

After all, just like his clones, he did not want to spend too long in the swamp, and would like to finish the tribes as quickly as possible. And find the treemen. Yes, he still need to do that as well.

"Let\'s get this over with," the incubus muttered before sending an order to his clones.

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The lizardmen was busy with their daily duty. The scouting party had just returned with some large beasts, ready to be butchered. And the Alpha Lizardmen are sniffing around, in search of possible threats.

Suddenly, the Giant Lizardmen stopped, snorting as they looked around with great wary, prompting the rest of the tribe to do the same, preparing for an attack. 10 seconds later, a bunch of goblins jumped from the trees.

Yet, despite having fight and feasted on the creatures before, these ones are different. They have different coloring, more towards black with some tinge of red. And to the shock of the Lizardmen, the moment they engage, they find themselves being pushed back, each by a single goblin!

Letting out confused sounds, the goblins took the chance and threw a bunch of bolas at the feet of the Lizardmen, causing them to let out surprised sound as they find themselves on the ground, their feet unable to break what entangle their legs.

The fallen Lizardmen were soon pulled away, much to the horrors of their brethren. Realizing the danger they were in, the leader, a large Lizardman, more than half the size and bulk of the Alpha, roared, the other Lizardmen quickly heading towards the location of the battle.

The Alpha did the same thing, following their smaller brethren towards the front, clenching their claws as they ready to fight the intruders.

Soon, the entire male population of the tribes are at the frontline, battling against more than few hundreds goblins, outnumbering them by double their numbers. Yet, more seem to come, just did not join the battles, along with hobgoblins.

The leader merely stared at the force in front of it with a calm gaze. While it is not as intelligent as a human, it still possess some wits as well experience. If not, it would not be able to form a tribe in the Marsh of Torim.

It could tell that the attackers are after something. What, it did not now? But what it did now is that unless they do something, the battle will be lost. Another shriek year through the air, the Alpha letting out their own guttural roars as they proceed to stomp their way to the front.

The enemy seemed to pause, seemingly afraid but the chief is not fooled, knowing they should be other plans they come up with.

Sure enough, the hobgoblins descended to the battlefield, wielding large clubs as they stepped into the battlefield. The Alpha roared before charging at them, the hobgoblins did the same thing. Soon, the main focus of the battlefield are on the largest fighters, as they exchanged blow.

More often than not, the hobgoblins are the one to be beaten, some even killed yet the Alpha did not escape unscathed either. Worse still, the dead hobgoblins are replaced by others, while the Alpha have to continue fighting even as they began to exhaust themselves.

The chief make another sound, ordering a retreat, but the enemies already surrounded them, preventing them from fleeing. Realizing the futility, the chief was about to move to the tribal ground, and prepared for the females, some males, and the hatchlings and juveniles to run away, hoping to rebuild the tribe elsewhere.

Yet, one of his messenger told him that the ground was surrounded by monsters of varying kind. There are goblins, hobgoblins, and bugs, ensuring they could not escape.

As the chief was trying to process the new information, a figure flew towards it, unarmed yet the chief did not let it fool it. For an opponent to suddenly appear in front of it, then it should have some abilities or skills that give him great confidence.

The chief shriek before charging at the would-be-attacker, using it\'s claw to hopefully claw it\'s gut out. Yet, its claw was blocked by another one, this time more powerful. The chief find itself being defeated in strength, slowly pushing him away.

The realization cause it to let out an angry shriek as it began to use more of it\'s strength, yet even with it, it was unable to stop the pushing. Then, the being in front of it stopped pushing, and proceed to tighten its grip and spin the chief before throwing the larger creature aware.

Letting out shriek of pain, it was about to call help when the being grabbed its frills and forced it into the water, before stepping on it\'s back. A spear fall hair-length away from it\'s neck, showing how easy it is for the being to kill it.

\'Submit, or perish,\' it heard in it\'s head, understanding what the being is talking about. While it wanted to think about it, it tribe is started to become subdued, the strength of the force more than enough to destroy it\'s tribe easily without breaking a sweat.

While it do have some dignity, it still a monster that followed it base instinct. Currently, it knew that not submitting equal to death, and dying could not compared to living.

\'I agree,\' it answered, the being patted its head before taking it feet of him, before going to the other Lizardmen.