Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 139: Rampage.

It happened so suddenly that for a moment, no one even knew what they were looking at.

One second the desert was silent, shrouded in thick brown mist, vision barely extending beyond a few dozen steps.

The next second, deafening thuds resounded, followed by deafening roars that seemed to tear open the very sky itself.

Without warning, the mist was sucked upward as if the heavens were a massive vacuum cleaner set on turbo mode, revealing the skies above for the first time since anyone had been dumped into this cruel desert world.

They couldn’t see around them, but they could at least see above now.

And I t was horror.

Black horror.

Thousands—no, tens of thousands—of enormous, shrieking, razor-beaked birds came pouring out of the dark sky like someone had upended a bucket of living nightmares.

They weren’t just flying—they were diving, full speed, straight down like angry, feathered missiles of death!

Their wingspans stretched over six meters each, and their black feathers looked like cracked volcanic glass; jagged and razor-sharp.

The sky was full of them. You couldn’t even see past them anymore. It was like the heavens had turned into a solid mass of angry, squawking birds.

The collective pressure of their descent hit the desert like a physical wall.

Dozens of youths dropped to one knee, struggling to breathe under the sheer weight of the birds’ killing intent.

It wasn’t just fear—it was a psychological chokehold. It was as if every cell in their bodies had recognized the overwhelming danger and screamed, "Run!" But there was nowhere to run.

Within seconds, all the youths snapped into their most serious combat stances.

No one dared make a joke. No one dared to slack. This wasn’t a trial anymore. This felt like a battlefield from hell.

Weapons appeared in trembling hands and intents flared to life.

Their only hope?

The thuds. Those mysterious seven thuds that came earlier to clear the mist had lasted exactly ten minutes.

So naturally, everyone guessed—maybe, just maybe, they only needed to survive ten minutes again before the next change occurred.

Ten minutes didn’t sound long... unless you were about to fight a sky full of birds trying to eat your face!

Lilith and Tierra were ready.

The moment they saw the sky crack open and the black swarm start pouring down, they didn’t even flinch.

They were already in battle mode. With a smooth flick of her wrist, Tierra summoned her dual daggers, twirling them with casual elegance like she was preparing for a stage performance and not a war.

Meanwhile, Lilith pulled her massive red scythe out of her dimensional ring, the blade humming with electricity.

Lightning crackled around her boots, zapping the ground in jagged purple lines, and her eyes flared with those ancient runes again.

This time, they were glowing brighter than ever, brighter than when she fought the worm. This time, she wasn’t holding back even a little bit.

Because this time, she was fighting while carrying something precious.

Creed.

He was still asleep, still unconscious, and so, she’d carefully tied him to her back with a reinforced cloth rope, crisscrossed like a baby wrap but with the strength to hold down a dragon.

She tested her movement once—flexed her back, twisted her torso, did a light jump—and found that she could still move freely without jostling him.

Perfect!

"I’ll go high," Tierra said, eyes gleaming.

"Go wild," Lilith replied, already winding up her first strike.

And then; chaos.

The birds hit.

Like a wave of squawking meteors, they descended in unending droves. But Lilith was ready.

Boom!

With a fierce scream and a single swing of her scythe, she launched a wide arc of purple lightning that surged upward like a violent tidal wave.

The attack wasn’t flashy or wide; it was focused, tight, like a whip crack through the sky. But what it lacked in size, it made up for in sheer power.

Because every single arc of lightning that left her scythe had enough force to instantly disintegrate a peak stage 5 dimensional beast!

Let that sink in.

That was the kind of beast that most of the candidates could only defeat after a tough battle—and she was vaporizing them by the dozen with every swing!

Birds caught in her lightning screamed once, then vanished into puffs of burning feathers and ash.

It was like she was cutting swathes out of the sky. Hundreds of bird corpses rained down within seconds—crashing into the sand like meaty grenades.

And while Lilith was doing all this loud, destructive mayhem, Tierra became the silent executioner.

She vanished into a blur, her body folding into space like a ripple on water.

One moment she was beside Lilith, the next she was up in the air—then gone—then suddenly beside a stage 5 bird, slicing its throat with a clean swipe before disappearing again.

Her body flickered like a glitch in the system, dodging through gaps in the birds’ formation, always moving, always stabbing, her dual daggers flashing silver like falling stars.

Their teamwork was flawless.

Lilith kept the sky lit up with her deadly arcs, pushing back the bulk of the horde, while Tierra hunted down any high-level threats that slipped past or tried to sneak around.

They didn’t waste energy talking. They didn’t call out instructions. They simply knew. One moved, the other followed.

One struck, the other defended. And all the while, Creed—tied securely to Lilith’s back—remained untouched.

Meanwhile, other students weren’t doing nearly as well.

While they weren’t dropping dead immediately, most were struggling just to keep from getting completely overwhelmed.

Fire awakened lit up the skies with blazing balls of flame, wind users tried to blow back the birds, and shield-wielders hunkered down beneath magical barriers that cracked and groaned with every impact.

They were surviving, but barely. But everyone was burning through their energy at a frightening rate. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen.

Still, the birds came.

More appeared. Stronger. Faster. With longer talons and glowing red eyes. Stage 5s started showing up everywhere, tearing through shields and knocking people off their feet.

Panic grew. Screams filled the air. Youths were getting disqualified left and right, white flashes of light taking them out of the rift like used dolls.

Twenty minutes. Thirty. Forty!

Still no sign of the end!

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Fifty minutes!

The Peak stage 5 birds were now rampaging!

Unlike the lower-ranked birds that came screaming down like feathered missiles, the Peak stage 5s carried themselves like elite soldiers among savages.

Their feathers were an oily black so deep it almost shimmered purple under the orange sky.

Their bodies were longer and more serpent-like, their wings curved like scythes, and their talons glinted with steel-like sharpness, looking like they could pierce through even reinforced armor.

They didn’t flap around wildly like the others either—instead, they glided, scanning the battlefield like generals seeking out prey.

But Lilith didn’t flinch. In fact, she didn’t even spare them a glance.

Her eyes remained calm, glowing fiercely with those archaic purple runes as her scythe spun in her hand, tearing through the lower-ranked birds like they were tissue paper.

Purple lightning arced from her weapon, each slash shooting out waves of death that fried anything foolish enough to come within range.

Another six stage 5 birds closed in, screeching with terrifying speed, their talons already pulled back to strike.

Some aimed at her head, the others at her back, and the rest directly for Creed, who remained unconscious and tightly secured to her back.

Then—silence.

A soft, almost elegant grey shimmer danced around the 6 birds for just a blink of an eye.

In the next instant, all three birds froze mid-air.

And then, their bodies split.

Perfectly. Smoothly. As if they’d been cut by a divine razor. Their heads slid off, followed by their torsos splitting into neat pieces.

Before their dismembered bodies even hit the ground, they vanished into dust.

Lilith didn’t stop moving.

"Thanks for the assist," she said dryly.

Tierra reappeared beside her, daggers coated in faint silver mist, her smirk cocky.

"You’re welcome. Next time, don’t ignore the birds trying to kill you."

"I figured you’d take care of it."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battlefield had become a horror zone. Burnt bird corpses rained from the sky, feathers scattered across the sand like a twisted snowfall.

Craters from technique impacts littered the land, and the red mist from earlier had started seeping out from them again, adding to the already nightmarish air.

Truly, fighting this long against a nonstop airborne force was asking for total breakdown.

Aerial enemies had the advantage of mobility and speed. Unlike ground beasts, birds could dive, retreat, and change direction instantly.

For grounded humans, it meant constantly looking up, dodging from awkward angles, and never getting a moment’s rest.

And worst of all? Psychological fatigue. The brain simply wasn’t built to stay hyper-focused on hundreds of moving targets for an hour straight.

The longer the battle dragged, the slower reactions became. The slower you reacted, the more likely you were to die.

It was brutal. Gruesome. Unforgiving.

Lilith’s attacks were still as powerful as ever—every slash of her scythe fried at least twenty birds.

Her lightning arcs hummed with enough energy to obliterate peak stage 5s instantly. And Tierra?

She had become invisible death, flickering in and out like a ghost with daggers dipped in silence.

Neither had slowed down, but even they felt it now—the pressure, the exhaustion building like a storm behind their eyes.

And worse, they had to fight with half their minds constantly focused on shielding Creed, who still hadn’t stirred.

And then, it happened.

Exactly one hour in.

Three soft, yet booming thuds echoed across the land once more.

As if triggered by divine command, the birds suddenly pulled up mid-attack and turned sharply toward the sky.

Without hesitation, they began to ascend again, pouring back into the strange glowing cracks that lined the heavens, flapping and screeching in chaotic order.

Within seconds, the skies were once again filled with brown mist that crawled downward like a living fog, choking vision and sound once again.

It was over.

For now.

Many youths collapsed on the spot, panting, bloodied, some barely conscious, others just lying there and laughing in disbelief that they’d survived.

No one cared how they looked anymore. If someone wanted to roll around in the sand like a lunatic, they were allowed.

Everyone had earned at least a minute of madness after what they just went through.

Lilith and Tierra didn’t collapse, but even they were breathing harder now.

Lilith’s shoulders rose and fell with every breath, her arms slightly trembling from swinging that heavy weapon nonstop.

Tierra was still standing, but sweat dripped from her temple, her face serious again as she scanned the mist.

Ten minutes passed.

Silence.

The mist remained. No birds. No threats.

Then... a thud!