( Content Warning) They're not lowering their weapons, so I guess they're gonna' fight.

Rimuru blinked twice as he once more surveyed the humans benath his gaze. They were completely stiff.

Which is fair, I suppose. I am a lot to take in right now. Heh heh heh hehh!

But they weren't dropping their weapons and running, which meant the option of fighting against him even in his current state wasn't off the table.

Should I attack again? No, I think that'd break their spirits for good. I want this to be fun, so I'll give them some time to pull themselves together.

Meanwhile, at the complete opposite end of the army, King Edmalis took in the sight of the titanic and girlish man as best as he could while peeking out through the flap covering the entrance of his tent. His hands gripped the flap tightly, trembling as he fought back the terror that welled up within him. He wasn't a king for nothing, damn it! He could handle something like this! Sure, the creature had size, but that also made it a bigger target. But in order for that to matter, his army had to actually move, damn it!

Rimuru found himself unable to keep the intentional intimidation factor going for so long, his expression having shifted to one of boredom.

Is...something gonna' happen soon? Is the simulation, like, glitching out or something?

<<Answer: There are no errors with my simulation. If either of us messed something up, it was you and your twisted mind.>>

Keep sassin' me and I'll have you [Separate] yourself back into [Great Sage] and [Degenerate].

<<Gasp! You would not dare.>>

Don't test me, wom-- Ow! Well, not "ow" per se...

Rimuru closed his right eye and waved his hand in front of his face, attempting to fan away the smoke left behind when one of the Falmuth majins' fire spells struck his [Multilayer Barrier] in front of his eye, paying less heed to the similar clouds of smoke elsewhere in front of his body. Rimuru grinned, delighted that they army in front of him had finally decided to grow a pair and try to fight him off.

In truth, Guard Captain Folgen had used his unique skill [Spearhead] to **** several of the majin to attack, though with nobody else aware of this, it seemed to the rest of the men in the army that a handful of brave souls had decided to press the attack. Majin were known for their intelligence, and if they were confident enough in their chances of winning, this giant must not have been nearly as powerful as he seemed!

Such was the thought that spread among the ranks of the army, motivating them to press the attack as well. Rimuru stifled a few small moans as he felt more pinpricks upon his penis, several groups of mercenaries having converged upon it to deliver as many physical blows with their weapons as they could, figuring that the organ would be just as much of a weak spot for the monster as it was for themselves. Meanwhile, he ignored the futile spells and arrows slung by the majin in the back row and archer soldiers in the row in front of the Temple Knights, respectively; neither manner of attack was capable of penetrating his [Multilayer Barrier], which he had intentionally left his penis outside of.

Hmmm...I guess they're not completely incapable of stimulating me. Still, crushing those first few felt way better than this.

His cock twitching in arousal at the memory caused the majority of the mercenaries to fall backward, a small motion for Rimuru translating to a significant jump for them due to the difference in scale. At the same time, he unintentionally moved his hips a bit, causing several of the now prone mercenaries to fall under the shadow of his cock. They were given only enough time to scream in terror before their lives were snuffed out in the same manner as the first handful. Those "lucky" enough to not be underneath the cock when it dropped back down instead found themselves in the splash zone, the blood spurting out from beneath Rimuru's mace spraying across their faces and bodies to add scrumptious insult to the injury he caused. Naturally, this alone inspired terror in those who witnessed the power of the titanic penis firsthand, and they were not able to resume their ****, some even inflicted with the fainted status right then and there.

<<218 dead.>>

"Wow, you guys can't even survive a twitch of my dick?" Rimuru taunted, smirking through a blush as his cock finally reached full mast from the stimulation of their deaths; ten girthy inches were he normal size. "I figured such underhanded cowards had to be weak, but this exceeds my-- no, sorry. This fails to meet my expectations even more spectacularly than I'd thought possible!"

Rimuru placed his hands on his hips - taking notice that they had gotten wider than normal, which he could only assume was due to his inexperience with Ranga's [Change Size] Skill - and twisted his waist to the right. His dick followed the motion, getting dragged through mercenary section of the army, none of whom seemed to possess powerful enough barriers to stop his cock from barreling right through them. Rimuru then twisted the other way, repeating the motion on the other side, only with even more **** thanks to the extra distance his dick had to travel. Every body his cock slammed into was either pulverized hard enough to shatter most of its bones, or mashed beneath it into a bloody smear that streaked across the ground behind it. Many on both sides were sent tumbling over the edge of the cliff; the unlucky ones fell to their deaths while the lucky ones had died instantly from bones puncturing some vital organ.

And Rimuru moaned. It was a high-pitched, girlish moan, adding to the humiliation felt by those still living who had witnessed the event.

<<2,116 dead.>>

His gaze settled on his erection as it pointed straight forward once more, now splattered with the blood of his victims as it and pulsating with arousal. Rimuru took a breath in through his teeth, a malice-filled grin having spread across it, and turned his gaze toward the rest of the army. The mercenaries who'd been outside the area of effect of his wide-range cock attack were filing forward to have their own turn, some fueled by the desire for **** for fallen comrades, most fueled by the fact they weren't able to turn back and run since the line of more numerous Falmuth soldiers was blocking them from leaving, having corralled the mercenaries to the curved cliffside and blocked off the one non-cliff side. Meanwhile, archers and majin resumed their projectile-based ****, the cock-based massacre having only given them pause for a moment.

"I guess it's my turn, now?"