I Thought I Was Collecting Systems, Not Overpowered Wives

Chapter 22: Saga 22— Freaks Turned Heroes..

The huge ogres of different colours charged ferociously at Azure Blake. With their axes and fists held high, the ground rumbled from their tedious stampede.

But Azure Blaze weren’t scared; they weren’t even concerned—all they cared about was who was going to deal with whom.

"Claire, you will take the troopers, Harriden will take out the warriors, and Yuki will deal with the elders while I put their leader to rest," Sylvia distributed everyone’s roles based on their strong suits.

There was no form of protest or argument from the others. They dispersed, and each faced their respective foes.

Claire found herself in the center of thirty 10-foot-tall ogres with smug looks on their faces, ready to devour her for lunch.

"Little elf... I suggest you surrender quietly, and maybe we might consider making you a baby-making factory." The ogres erupted into laughter after hearing the green-skinned ogre in front crack a joke.

"Oh my goodness, I’m scared for my life. You are so big and mighty, and I’m small and weak," Claire cooed mockingly, squeezing her hands against her boobs.

"That’s exactly right. All you have to do is spread your le—"

A flame ball blew the head of the ogre at the front far back in a blur.

"I’m sure you guys got the memo, but you all are dead!" They clearly underestimated Claire’s capabilities, and that fact alone already put them on death row.

"Alriec."

The bands tying her hair into pigtails broke—her hair parted into two different colours—blue and red. Her pupils changed into colours that contrasted the part of hair they lay under. A dark gown with steel embellishments manifested on her body, accompanied by the witch’s broom that materialised behind her.

The space immediately behind her was filled with about a hundred different magic circles, each with a different colour.

The ogres stared incredulously. They weren’t dumb enough not to know when they were fucked. Most started to run for their lives, but it was already too late for that.

"Multi-Cast: Neubreum Askark."

Different spells burst forth from each magic circle, with every one being more devastating than the last. She hammered down a flood of attack spells that not only scorched but also froze, distorted, broke, folded, and so the list went on—of what her spells did to the earth. As for the troopers, not even their skeletons remained.

"Wahhh." Claire placed a hand in front of her lips, yawning very loudly. "Such slowpokes. They aren’t even done yet; maybe I should take a nap."

Harriden stood alone against 15 bloodthirsty warrior ogres. They held their axes and greatswords high with great pride—wielding them with explosive strength.

Harriden dodged their attacks swiftly. The way he dodged made evading look easy.

"Is running and dodging the only thing you are good at?" an ogre warrior sneered. In that instant, he left himself wide open in his pride. He didn’t notice when Harriden had his boots wrapped over his neck.

"Alriec," Harriden mumbled—his hair turned silver-white, shadows wrapped around his being and turned into attire suitable for an assassin. Before the ogre could take another breath, the ogre’s head was sliced off. By the time the head hit the floor, Harriden was gone.

"Shadow Doubles."

His shadows parted into five segments that then became his doubles. He moved swiftly, shadows coiling around his hand into a sharp, dark, lustrous blade. The ogre warriors weren’t given the liberty to figure out what was going on before their heads hit the ground, painted jade green by their blood.

"Last one." Harriden sliced the body of the last ogre into fine, medium-sized chunks.

The elders saw as their kin was slaughtered and didn’t bat an eye. "Hm... what weaklings—"

"Human, are you not going to call your friends for help? I’m sure you know that you alone won’t be able to put me down, let alone five of us." Ogre elders were fairly smart and also relatively strong. Under normal circumstances, an A-rank might even get killed by them.

"Given your weapons, short-range fights aren’t suited for you," another elder spoke.

"Or are you trying to mock us by standing this close to us?" another elder grinned, baring his teeth.

"Listen, uglies, I appreciate the advice, but I would rather go have a nap than stand around inhaling your stinking breaths." Yuki was completely unfazed by their presence despite the amount of mana they were releasing from their bodies to intimidate him.

"You bastard!" One of the elders moved. The earth cracked underneath his feet—his giant green fist sizzling with purple light. The elder’s fist collided with something hard.

’What the hell is this?’ The ogre elder’s eyes darted around, trying to see through the brown dust he had raised. When the dust settled, it came to his notice that the ’hard stuff’ he hit was simply Yuki holding back his fist with a finger.

"Hahhhhh... Is this all you got? Even Claire can hit better than this, and she’s a mage." Yuki yawned. The elder leaped backwards on instinct.

"This... this thing in front of us couldn’t possibly be human." The elder’s teeth chattered in fear. The elder felt something that he had never felt in all his life—a hundred percent probability that they were all going to die.

"Hahahaha..." Yuki laughed.

"Alriec."

Brown light engulfed his body—then the light shattered—his clothes became Western cowboy attire along with two firearms strapped to the sides of his pants. A cowboy hat appeared on his head, and he placed it on his head.

"I’m certainly human—"

He appeared in front of the elder in a blur and thrust his fist into the elder’s huge head. The elder’s head popped open like a watermelon.

"You are simply too weak." He splashed the blood on his hand onto the floor.

Yuki might have been a marksman, but his close-combat capabilities rivaled those of S-rank fighters.

"This can’t be possible..." An elder stuttered in disbelief.

"Oh, it’s real, alright." Yuki’s lips curled into a terrifying smile.

"I guess this will do." He drew the compact revolver from the side of his pants. He placed a finger on the trigger and pointed the firearm forward. Three brown miniature magic circles appeared lined up at the mouth of the revolver.

"25% output—"

Brown magicules gathered at the tip of the revolver, growing with each passing second.

"Fully Charged: Doguna Blast."

A large beam of energy poured from the revolver as if it were a cannon. The blast scorched the earth in its trail.

"Holy Sh—"

The four remaining elders were consumed by the energy waves and completely pulverised.

"What a hassle." Yuki tilted his hat to the side as he turned around and placed a hand in his pocket, basking in the light from the explosion.

— End of Chapter —