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

Commander Taran gritted his teeth. The tide of the battle is against them at the moment as his captains had been pushed back, with more dying to the monsters.

He could also see some of the mutated Hobgoblins charging into the ranks of his soldiers, who get mowed like grass if they are not fast enough to run away.

He dodge another attack of the duo of Goblins he fought previously, the last one had been slain with some difficulties. With only 2 enemies, the fight is strictly in his favor. Unfortunately, the rest of the battle is not.

He parried the blade of of the Goblin before ducking under a swing and punching the gut out of the monster, causing it to clutch its stomach, before it find a sword piercing it'd hand and body.

With another one down, the last was killed just as quickly, beheaded by the Commander. After dealing with his opponents he turned towards his signal officer, who immediately understand what he was trying to relay.

Seconds later, the bellow of a horn was heard, causing the White Raven Company soldiers' to all have both a relieved and complicated expression, both mashing into a new look that no one could describe.

With the training they received as elites, the White Raven soon make a strategic retreat, disengaging before heading back to the path they came from. With his opponents dead, Commander Taran engage another group of B-rank monsters, or so their strength and abilities is at, buying the time for his force to retreat.
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"Look at them go. They have a really good head. It's too bad they can't escape this place alive," Alros remarked while his arms wrapped around Mina, the witch decided to not watch the fight but instead just cuddling with him.

He looked as they tried to run back the way they came from. Too bad another group of monsters are ready to ambush them, both Lizardmen and Orcs ready to go on a rampage.

His eyes turned toward the human with the most decorated armor, likely the leader. While he was hurting from the lost of three Greater Demonic Goblins, monsters he spent plenty of resources to upgrade and strengthen.

However, while it hurt, there is nothing he can do about. Besides, as he said before at the beginning of the battle, casualties are inevitable. At least he can make a new one.

However, the human will be able to retreat at this point, and he could not have that.

"Mina," he called out before kissing her forehead, "I'm going back to do some damages, and maybe a little killing as well,"

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"Come on troops, we could not fight them any longer!" Commander Taran bellowed. Thankfully, there is no obstacles blocking the path they came from.

The only thing they needed to worry about is when the monsters ambushed them. Thankfully, aside from the remaining 2 powerful Goblins, the rest are weaker, their strength equal if not slightly inferior to his soldiers. For the Hobgoblins, they are lumbering beasts, unable to chase after their forces in time.

But, as he was about to take another step into the forest,a powerful and malevolent aura descended, causing him to choke in his breath. From the gasp and clutching on the throat, he was not the only one.

'What could cau- No. Impossible,' horror slammed Taran like a giant as he stared at the being looking down at the human. For the origin of the menacing aura was a demon, and from the look of it, it is not a weak man.

"Run!!" he roared, knowing that retreating like an organized defeated force would not be able to save any of them. Instead, sending his group to ran away will disrupt their formation and would weaken them.

As for his elites, along with some of his stronger members that is not a captain beforehand, they readied their weapons, knowing their enemy would likely defeat them. However, they should be able to buy some time.

Or so they thought when the naive outlook was cruelly destroyed by the demon, who casually send dark blades against the elites at the front, using them to kill two Shieldbearers.

"Let me end this quickly. I don't want to spend to much time here," with a snap of his finger, darkness engulfed them, making it even impossible to see one's hand.

When the darkness was lifted, the members of White Raven looked around before having a grim face. Almost half was killed during the night, yet they could not even called it a night.

The remaing survivors scattered, not planning to be an easy target for demon. But before they could do anything, Taran leap into action, his sword swinging against the demon, who blocked it with their claws.

"Run! Make sure this knowledge is learned by the-" he did not get to finish his sentence as a claw pierced through his gut, causing the man to look in horror of the bloodied arm. The demon pulled his arm away, letting the body of the Commander to fall on the ground, bloods seeping through his wound.

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Alros looked at the dead Commander with a sigh. The man is strong, but the one he had to fight are significantly better in their combat abilites.

'At least the blood will have some uses,' he added silently. He then turned towards the survivor, all still shocked at the death of their leader, before panic and fear took place.

"Rarrrggh!" the soldiers and captains, elites at B-rank fled, not even daring to come close to him. Alros snorted before casting a spell. Shadow Spike.

Soon, the elites find themselves impaled by hardened shadow, slowly dying. Of course, there are some exception. Two women, both captains, stare at him in fear as he walked towards them.

Their legs had given out, his terror aura too much even for B-ranks. As he savor their expression, he cast another spell, Bubble Prison. The two soon find themselves engulfed by water.

They tried to break free yet their prison remain unbroken. Of course, there is one more thing he would do. He used his Lust Magic. Suddenly, the women made a weird face before moaning, their bodies shaking from the contact with the water.

They tried to keep their face straight, or at least not show their more obscene faces, but it clearly failed, especially as the water make their bodies heat up. Uncaring of his newest acquisition, he turned towards the direction of the White Raven's direction, wondering,

'Who will kill the most, the Lizardmen or the Orcs?'