Lust Knight

'My King, you must take action now!' Tanu urgently implores within Tyrion's mind. She fears the consequences if Lucien and Pride are granted respite to replenish their energy.

The haughty Naga King still feels sure of his victory over Nea, but considering his newly birthed aspirations stretch far beyond her, he chooses to retreat a step.

Then he raises his trident, its pointed ends releasing dark rays that perforate the sky, forming an expansive vortex of black magic.

Every gaze is drawn to this swirling abyss, including Lucien's, who, while refueling his energies with the Sins, is curious about the unfolding spectacle.

"He's invoking his champions, much like you did," Sloth elucidates to Lucien.

Promptly, as she predicts, several black bolts emerge from the vortex, swirling around Tyrion before materializing into shadowy figures standing before him.

One, two, three...ten shadowy figures line up in front of Tyrion. They resemble large Nagas, their forms shrouded in an ominous miasma.

Even though they have been twisted by Tyrion and Tanu's dark magic, Mira recognizes the auras emanating from these ten figures and swiftly relays this information to Lucien telepathically.

'These are the Naga Elders, the chieftains of our race beneath the crown, and Tyrion's most formidable and loyal minions,' she discloses.

Upon hearing Mira's explanation, a fiery desire for retribution ignites within Lucien. 'So, they are the ones who should've stood by you when Tyrion usurped your power, correct?'

'Yes, they should have honored my father's legacy and our heritage, but Tyrion enticed them with the promise of infinite power through his Dark Magic,' she responds.

'They'll pay for their betrayal!' Lucien asserts, attempting to fly towards the Naga Elders.

However, Envy and Sloth grip him tightly.

"You're not yet fit for battle!"

"Your haven't recovered even half your strength yet; let the girls handle these fools," Lust reiterates, her manifested form gently caressing Lucien's face.

"This is your girls' battle to fight; your role is to recover your strength and defeat Tyrion when the time comes."

"But..." Lucien's words betray his concern for the safety of his wives. "Aren't these foes immensely dangerous?"

"They're indeed at the peak of the Immortal Realm, further strengthened by potent Dark Magic," Sloth elucidates.

"However, your wives are equally formidable, primarily because your energy surpasses any form of Dark Magic," Envy adds to Sloth's explanation.

Lust concurs with a nod and a smile. "Besides, your wives fight together, united as a family. They also outnumber the enemy. They are more than capable of handling this situation."

Lucien's worries for the safety of his beloved will never cease, but he has faith in their strength and the trust they've cultivated. His wives had trained relentlessly in the purple world, preparing for moments exactly like this.

Thus, he sends a mental message to all his wives at the front. 'Ensure they pay for what they did to Mira and Kamala. However, be careful.'

'Yes, Hubby!' The girls respond in unison, bracing themselves for the impending battle.

Admittedly, they do harbor a degree of apprehension and anxiety as they gaze upon the ten ominous figures. The bizarrely potent auras radiating from them is indeed intimidating.

Nevertheless, the demonic energy coursing through their bodies, gifted by Lucien, instills in them strength and resolve, enabling them to believe they can accomplish anything, that they can conquer any adversary.

On one side of the battlefield, the Naga Soldiers watch as the ten Naga Elders take position in the sky, while in Crystal City, the Mermaids observe Lucien's wives standing up for their cause.

Yet, it comes as no surprise that Nea is the first to ready herself for combat, with Saria joining her promptly.

"Mom..." The lovely Mermaid Princess nods to her mother, an act that fills Nea and their entire race with pride.

Nea always knew that her daughter would stand by her side in the face of any adversary. But as she turns her gaze sideways, she notices Lucien's wives preparing for the fray as well.

The first among Lucien's wives to step forward surprises Nea, for she is someone Nea publicly underestimated not long ago.

Angela, the splendid Ice Queen, hovers majestically a few meters away from Nea. When their eyes meet, Nea observes a sincere apology reflected in Angela's gaze.

They were originally set to duel each other to establish Lucien's worthiness to the Mermaid Race. However, that contest pales in significance now that they are united in a battle of much greater consequence.

Nea senses the remarkable increase in Angela's power over the past few days. Despite Angela seemingly remaining in the Sky Realm, Nea has faith, based on Angela's formidable aura, that she can hold her own against a Naga Elder at the peak of the Immortal Realm.

Suppressing her surprised expression, Nea feels relieved to have such a powerful ally at this crucial juncture. The Mermaid Queen nods at Angela, expressing her gratitude subtly.

Angela swells with pride, grateful to Lucien for the power she now possesses. However, instead of basking in Nea's acknowledgment, Angela focuses on the impending adversaries.

Following this, Lena materializes a few meters away from her mother. Yet, she does not join her mother in battle. Instead, she forms her own group with the unlikely duo of Scarlett and Olivia, the rivals who have now become comrades.

Lena is not as formidable as her mother. However, she harbors no resentment in calling upon her sisters to join her in obliterating their adversaries in the most expeditious manner.

In synchronicity, the remaining girls form robust alliances to confront the mighty Naga Elders, now enhanced with a foreboding infusion of Dark Magic.

Next in line to assemble their ranks is a team spearheaded by Marie, flanked by her closest companions - the fox-girl cousins, Anne and Elsie. This trio's primary strength lies not just in their individual abilities, but in the undying bond and seamless unity they share.

Inevitably, Lena and Marie find themselves trading competitive glances again. It is almost an unwritten rule that their rivalry would not merely dissolve, especially not in such high-stakes circumstances.

This competition, much like a wildfire, spreads through their respective teams. However, it's not a detriment to their alliances, but rather a looming threat for their adversaries who will bear the brunt of this fierce rivalry.

The Naga Elders, emboldened by Tyrion's Dark Magic, start to feel the pressure emanating from the resolute auras of Lucien's spouses.

Yet, their confidence remains unshaken, hinged on the belief that the defeat of these women will shatter the Mermaid Army's morale, thereby cementing their victory on the battlefield.

Despite the readiness of the teams, six Naga Elders remain without challengers. Without missing a beat, the fifth group quickly assumes position – the second mother-daughter duo enters the fray...