"Uurgh."
The man passed out. One by one, the legion soldiers who had infiltrated the enemy camp as prisoners pulled the slime mucus orbs containing Scar Theologies, the Monster Balls, from their bellies and tore them open.
Wriggle, wriggle.
The Scar Theologies squirmed on the women's hands as if crying out in hunger. The women stroked the phallic bugs like adorable little pets, calming them down.
"There, there, good boy. It's time for you to leave mommy's belly. Go find a new person and make yourself at home."
"You weren't even pregnant, Sis."
"Cute... I think?"
Opinions varied from person to person, but every single woman who had come in here had entered with Scar Theologies inserted both front and back.
The ones in the back were the originals assigned to them. The ones in the front were an offspring generation bred and mass-produced by the legion. They were Scar Theologies born outside the dungeon by a select group of human adventurers, unregistered to the dungeon.
