The Goddess' Champion

The light coming from the 'dimensional rift' couldn't work as anything more than the perfect cover.

Using light magic he made sure to cover himself from the gossiping ogre's eyes.

For the last two days he had kept looking at this cave, but the ogres seemingly didn't approach the big clearing where the group was located, from conversation to a conversation he heard that the missing presence of the 'wild tooth ants' had rendered them to suspect something was wrong.

Hence, he sped up his plans and stopped being paranoid, climbing up the walls using earth magic he had already made more than ten of those arrays he carried in his body.

With light magic he produced a small mantle of light, it would have normally attracted eyes, but with the dimensional rift shining above, that wasn't the case.

He exhaled a deep breath and placed yet another one of those custom arrays.

Everything was prepared, the trap, the bait, if this plan failed he'd become the laughing stock of his ancestors.

"Ooff" He rubbed his forehead and went for the next, having already planted five, surely one more won't be an issue, right?

[... I'm surprised by the degree of cautiousness you place in your plans.] Zebellia said not with a tonality of praise, but rather, contemplation.

'Can't be depending on luck when I have a debt of Karma that's greater than an Empire's treasury... even if you recite all my sins again, I am convinced that thing was calculated wrongly' He thought with grief, much more so assured of his declaration if she was the one that actually calculated it.

[Hmph! say that to all those pitiful husbands who lost their wives]

'Shame on them, is it my fault that they're incompetent in the bed? THEY should have bad karma for leaving unhappy wives to knock on my door!'

[...]

The Valkyrie was less speechless, it wasn't his words, it was the fact that he was seriously ranting about this as if the heavens had aggrieved him with such a difficult responsibility.

'If I touch their bodies and they don't reject, how is it my fault!?'

[You're unreasonable... whatever you say, you're still guilty.]

'I am simply a man that wants to make women happy, am I guilty for that? of course, I am!' With the passion of his discourse, the conqueror even forgot to place the last bomb.

[Focus on your work, happyman]

'Don't worry, I will make you happy too.'

[D-R-E-A-M]

Constantine smirked, not saying a single word, facts would talk louder than words, having already had two noble and content steeds, how could he not know how to make this horse happy? perhaps he'd even be able to discipline and correct that mouth of hers.

...

'It is done...' He rubbed his forehead, looking down the ogres were still dancing, but a group of two had already left the cave, leaving ten of them from his current location, this didn't seem to be the complete camp.

[Why are you even going to do this? couldn't you just escape now?]

'I want one of those blood of sandork, can't get it without being noticed, those things treat it as if it is some sorcery item...'

He saw that everything was in place and decided to continue with the next step of the plan.

Beneath, the pit's entrance, the area where his group was concealed, there was something on the ground covered by some rags.

Zamira's head protruded and looked up, Constantine's figure could be barely noticed due to the light, she had to struggle to see what he was doing.

When he started to wave in her direction, she knew it was time.

"It's the time guys, prepare!" She took two of those arrays in her hand and held them tightly, the rest of the guys nodded and followed her orders as she approached that covered object.

With a swift movement, she uncovered it and ran back to her position!

...

The ogres were dancing and doing their own thing, awaiting the other group to come back after having sold some minerals that they collected.

They all danced around the piece of sandork as if worshipping the resources already palpable in their hands.

"H-Hey... w-what is that?" One of them said, attracting the attention of several others.

He pointed towards the cave's back entrance, the one that led to the abyssal pit.

There, something shone with a brilliance that immediately triggered their most wicked greed.

"B-Blood of Sandork! For the Beast God, that piece is so BIG!"

"L-LOOK!!! IT IS A MASSIVE STALACTITE!"

It was a piece of Blood of Sandork, at least twice as big as the piece of trash they were worshipping.

But the ogres weren't stupid, the Joker God Sandork is renown for his bad jokes.

"W-Wait..." Samson, the leader of the tribe, stopped his group and glared at the piece, how could that come out of nowhere?

It clearly wasn't there a moment ago, his gaze instinctively looked up to the dimensional rift with lifted eyebrows before taking a stone.

"Take some distance..." He said to the group and they heed.

He threw the stone to the gigantic shining stalactite and the moment it impacted it, the rock fell dully to the ground.

!!!!

It was as if the greed exploded madly around the ogres, yet he still yelled.

"WAIT!!!"

"..." The group stopped in their tracks as he once again took several stones of different sizes, and started to throw them at the stalactite, perhaps it was less volatile than the others, he thought.

But the stalactite never exploded, after the fifth time, he smiled.

"TAKE IT!!!"

"YEAAAAHHHHH!!!"

Like a stampede they ran towards the piece of stalactite to see who would claim it first, only Samson smiled wickedly, already feeling himself going back to the main tribe to display his wealth in front of the imbecile leaders.

However, there was a problem.

"It is not budging!"

The ogres tried to pull that piece of a stalactite from the ground with all their strengths, but that thing simply wouldn't budge.

When eight or so ogres were congregated around the piece, Constantine knew it was time.

With a wicked grim he activated all the arrays together.

The ones sticking on the rock walls of the pit and the ones planted near the 'blood of sandork'.

*BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!---

"W-WHAT THE!-"

*BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!---

*BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!---

*BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!---

*BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!---

...

All Samson was able to see was the clouds of gas being produced while his entourage was blasted into pieces as gigantic pieces of rocks rained on them from the skies, squashing those that were lucky enough to avoid the explosions.

A Massive Onslaught.