Lord of Annihilation

Olivia's group continued to chase after the trail of destruction left at the Stage 3 Scrofanian's wake. Deep craters, flat fissures, uprooted trees, the group didn't require any sort of tracking to know where their opponent had gone.

The chase continued for another fifteen or so minutes when they reached a point where they could feel the ground underneath their feet tremble. 

Gesturing for the group to slow down, Olivia announced.

"We are close. Our opponent must be in the next encampment."

"Does everyone remember their roles?" 

At her question, voices of affirmation rung out. Seeing that no one had any question, Olivia heavily nodded her head and announced.

"Remember, we are luring that monster to the specified location. Doing so in its current state should be quite easy. Be careful when you evacuate the humans and don't get killed by accidently wandering too close. Understood?" 

"Yes, Boss!!" the troops announced.

"Let's move. Captain Ro'an, position your artillery group in an appropriate position. You guys will be opening the act."

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Inside Camp 13, one of the civilian human encampment cities on Planet Earth, a scene straight out of the depths of Hell was playing out.

Fires burned everywhere enveloping the camp in a sea of flames. The ground fissured and quaked under furious impact. Humans could be seen aimlessly running about, as their frail bodies tried to evade the falling boulders and flying hazards.

Aggrieved cries and vicious curses roared toward the sky, as those who were unable blamed the heavens for cursing them with such a fate. 

A fate where these humans were subject to the whims of a maddened Devil.

"Too weak! These bodies are too weak! They snap at the slightest touch!!" The Scrofanian roared out loud.

His hands reached to grab a group of petrified humans, only for the group to be crushed under the strength of his massive hands. 

Another failure only served to anger him further, resulting in his movements become harsher and hastier.

"ROAR!!!" he furiously roared, which resulted in hundreds of humans within range, have their heads explode.

For a being that had initially landed on Earth with specific instructions given to it by its Boss, the Stage 3 Scrofanian was currently 'out of its mind', literally and figuratively. 

Managing to bypass all of humanity's detectors and scanners due to the Boss' ability, this Stage 3 Vice-Leader of the Flying Dutchman, managed to enter Earth with great success. However, its hopes of continuing this success were utterly squashed, when it found itself distracted by the scent of virgin females.

At this point, overcome by its bodily instincts, it rushed over to the place where the scent originated from. Alas, a harsh reality awaited it over there.

The Scrofanian was a massive 5m tall entity, with its greatest strength being its immense physical strength and body. It would be safe to assume that in the Grade 4 range, there was no other living organism in this Universe, who could boast a body superior to the Scrofanian.

Alas, as the saying goes: 'With great power, comes great responsibility.' 

Only in this case, it came with restrictions, rather than responsibilities. 

Those females whose scents it has so passionately chased were simply too weak to handle its strength. Their bodies too frail to bear their might.

Unable to satisfy its rising urges, the Stage 3 Scrofanian completely lost its mind. It devolved into a series of mindless violence and caused endless destruction.

Under the siege of a Stage 3 being, the first encampment could only hold on for so long. Before long, all the inhabitants had died.

Still, felling such a puny encampment did little to placate the mighty being. More scents teased its nose, as its body found itself to the next encampment.

And at the second encampment, it was more or less the same. Or at least, so was the case until Olivia's group arrived.

Just as the mighty beast was about to swallow a group of 'tiny' humans, it felt a slight sting in its eyes, followed by the arrival of a missile to its face.

BOOM!!

The missile exploded right on its face with thunderous might inflicting damage on the Stage 3 creature's body. Although the pain was slight and the injury was near-instantly healed thanks to its monstrous recovery rate, it was pain nonetheless.

And having made to feel pain in such an insignificant planet was a mark of insult to the Stage 3 being!

Flinging away the humans within its grasp, the Scrofanian roared with unparalleled might as it jumped, high into the air. Reaching a few hundred meters into the air, its furious eyes looked around before locking towards a certain direction.

Although its mind wasn't entirely rational, its instincts and battle experience were top-notch. That coupled with a vastly superior body, allowed it to accurately pinpoint the area from where the missile was launched.

Leaning its body weight forward to land near that location, the Scrofanian raised the humongous hammer within its hands, intending to crush the puny creature that dared to attack it.

Just as its body was about to land on the ground, another missile attack accurately found its place on the Scrofanian's face. This time, the attack had been stronger and had come from a place farther away.

The attack blinded the Stage 3 being and disrupted its balance, resulting in its massive body awkwardly crashing into the ground. 

A large crater formed at its place of impact, and nearly a quarter of the encampment city was flattened. 

ROAR!!!!

The Scrofanian's frenzied roars boomed. The final sense of rationality that held it together had finally snapped. 

Rising out of the crater, its eyes wandered the distraught surroundings before landing on a single figure.

A female human with long, black hair and purple robes. 

Her body radiated the pure scent of a virgin, while her aura indicated her strength at the peak of Mid-Level Stage 2.

The moment the Scrofanian's eyes landed on her figure, it became transfixed. At this moment, both its mind and body cried out in unison.

It wanted this female!

Throwing away all sense of care and caution, it started to chase after this figure.

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Meanwhile, Olivia who was acting as bait for the Stage 3 Scrofanian sighed in nervousness and relief. With the complete attention of the Stage 3 being on her, the first phase of the plan was complete.

Acting as bait, especially for a Stage 3 being, was a dangerous task. 

However, there was no one on the scene more familiar with the characteristics of a Scrofanian than Olivia and no one faster than her at running.

After all, she had fought one of its hateful kind back in Pandemonium.

Still, being familiar with its kind did not make this task any easier. 

'The feeling of its eyes staring at my body is absolutely disgusting!' Olivia almost retched in absolute revulsion. 

In Olivia's mind, creatures such as this must be hunted to extinction and never allowed to propagate or even exist within this Universe.

'I want to kill it even more now.' Forcibly pushing down the rising feeling of disgust within her, Olivia cast a prepared [Suppress] on the creature and started to run.

Violet light flashed and landed on the head of the creature. However, there was no visible indication of whether the spell had worked.

Running at speeds that turned her surroundings into a blur, Olivia confirmed the next phase, while running.

'We need to exhaust and weaken it as much as we can before leading it into the ambush site.' 

She picked up her speed once more, with the Stage 3 Scrofanian closely following behind her.

As if on cue with her thoughts, various attacks started to fall towards the Stage 3 being. Most of the attacks either missed or were blocked by the Scrofanian's bulging muscles. A small minority however succeeded in landing at sensitive spots and caused damage.

The damage was very minor and was almost immediately healed by the creature's innate healing factor. Still, the attacking troops weren't disheartened by this and continued to assail the mighty being.

While unmatched in their physical strength and healing factor, the Scrofanians had little to write home about in terms of stamina. Even a being as mighty as this was bound to tire at some point.

And it did.

Slowly but surely, the healing of its wounds slowed and its speed of chasing also dropped. The minor attacks started to gradually add on, and before long, the first visible wound appeared on its body.