Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 1926: Nothing to worry about

"How's the progress?"

"Is there any reason for concern? These fighters were the top performers in the tournament and possess the finest gear. This battle is entirely one-sided."

I squinted at the unfolding scene, forced to concede that Klein’s assessment was accurate.

Only a few days had passed since our council, yet the mobilization had been instantaneous.

While the operation might have appeared rushed, it was a vital necessity given how far the monsters had already strayed from their territories.

Had they been ignored, it was only a matter of time before they reached human settlements.

Such an event would have resulted in staggering casualties.

In this world, monsters possess strength far beyond that of average people, making them a constant threat. Even standard soldiers would struggle to hold the line against them.

Consequently, rapid action was mandatory.

Despite the haste, the racial alliance had provided an abundance of resources.

This support alone ensured that the forces were more than equipped to handle the beast tide.

Furthermore, only the elite recruits from the tournament had been deployed to this front.

Regular monsters of this rank posed no challenge to them. The only genuine concern was the presence of creatures tainted by corruption energy.

"A special target has appeared!"

The moment the report came in, a specific unit moved to engage the high-priority threat.

This was the same group that had been granted privileged status during the recruitment phase.

Their status was earned, as this unit possessed extraordinary capabilities.

As they launched their assault, a distinct radiance enveloped the weapons they used to strike the monsters.

They were wielding highly specialized armaments.

The instant their blades connected with the beasts, the monsters seemed to dissolve, as if the weapons themselves were melting the creatures upon contact.

"Far too weak."

Hearing those words, a pained smile crossed my face.

I glanced over at Old Man Lancelot, who was observing the skirmish beside me with a look of deep disapproval.

His disappointment was predictable, considering he was the one responsible for training these hero units. He was the foremost expert in instructing others on the mastery of divine relics.

Only these specific hero units were capable of harnessing such divine relics. Because they wielded these artifacts, they were the most effective weapon against those infested with corruption energy.

The corrupted monsters couldn't withstand even a single blow. The divine energy housed within the relics was simply too overwhelming for them to endure.

After shaking his head in frustration, Old Man Lancelot muttered, "We’re going to have to intensify their training even further."

My wry smile turned even more bitter at his declaration.

Having witnessed the brutal regimen they already endured, I knew exactly how much they were suffering. Yet, Old Man Lancelot intended to push them even closer to their limits.

I could only pity them and offer a silent prayer for their well-being.

With our forces driving the monsters back so easily, it appeared as though there was nothing to fear.

However, the presence of these corrupted beasts confirmed that the forces of Destruction were pulling the strings.

It stood to reason that there was more to this than a simple skirmish. It wouldn't make sense for the forces of Destruction to reveal their entire hand so easily.

Thus, our strategy was to keep pushing the monsters back until the true threat revealed itself.

"We've reached their stronghold. The internal conflict between the factions is still raging. They don't even seem to notice our arrival..." the messenger reported, his voice tinged with confusion.

This was indeed bizarre; we represented a significant enough threat that these monster groups should have ceased their infighting to face us.

Instead, they seemed entirely preoccupied with exterminating one another.

The way they fought suggested they were under some form of brainwashing. The situation defied logic.

After all, the racial alliance was the only party benefiting from this chaos. If the monsters remained fixated on each other, the alliance would simply wipe them all out.

I didn't believe the forces of Destruction were capable of such a blunder, so there had to be a hidden motive.

"Two monster kings are currently engaged in battle ahead of us," the messenger added, his voice still sounding unsettled.

Everything was proceeding so smoothly that a sense of unease settled over everyone.

Under normal circumstances, such progress would be celebrated, but now... it felt like we were walking straight into a prepared trap.

No matter how I analyzed it, it felt as though they were simply waiting for us to take the bait.

Following a tense silence, I finally spoke up: "I'll handle them myself."

This wasn't a boast of power, but a move of extreme caution. It was far too risky for the others to confront two monster kings simultaneously.

In this scenario, I was the most suitable bait.

"I'm coming with you," Old Man Lancelot stated firmly.

I shook my head, rejecting his offer. If we were going to set a trap, I had to be the one to do it.

It wasn't that I considered him weaker than myself.

"You will be the one to deliver the finishing blow."

Only after hearing that did Old Man Lancelot finally agree to the plan.