Chapter 876 Chapter 879: Terracotta Grottos (29)
As the brain matter of the first Hobgoblin splashed across the grass below, I raised my Khopesh and parried the spear thrust of the second, redirecting the momentum of the Hobgoblin and allowing me to bring my left hand to bear, activating the spell for the third time and pumping some ice into its torso.
The final Hobgoblin tried to stab me desperately as I was occupied with its two peers, and even with the buff from the Goblin King - or whatever it was called - sitting at the back of the encampment, the Hobgoblin was still far too slow compared to me to be able to actually land a hit.
Allowing the second Hobgoblin to slump to the ground with a giant hole in its chest, I stepped to the side of the thrust and allowed the third to get intimate with the edge of my Khopesh, its momentum bringing about its downfall much like the second, albeit in a different manner.
Running into the sharpened edge of my ice laden blade, the Hobgoblin had no chance of stopping itself or preventing what was going to happen, so it could only watch in horror as it ran straight into the blade and bisected itself, its arms and torso sliding to the ground with a wet thud.
Now that all three were dead, I glanced back at Jahi and the other Demons to check their situation, watching on with a proud heart as Jahi stabbed an Ogre through the chest with her great sword and stopped it in its tracks, only to then stumble backwards as her booted foot slammed into its stomach and pushed it off of her light covered blade.
Meanwhile, Satanya was blazing through the remaining Hobgoblins with her flaming longsword, cutting them down cleanly and efficiently, all while the remaining monsters were cut down similarly by the others, or blasted into bits by the mages behind us, who were finally free from their duels against the Crones.
"That's one big bastard... in far too many ways."
Stepping forwards, Jahi stood beside me and stared up at the Goblin King, who sipped nonchalantly from its chalice again like we hadn't just killed practically all of its monsters, which only made us wary of it since it was impossible for a monster to have this much arrogance and confidence without reason...
It wasn't just blind arrogance either, but instead something that felt far too... mortal, sharp, intelligent even... so to say we were eyeing up this ugly monster warily would be an understatement.
Even with all the bloodshed around us and the piles of slowly dissolving monster corpses that spanned throughout the entire camp, the Goblin King just sipped from its chalice and fixed those glowing green eyes on us, its fat body conflicting with the power that radiated off of it.
Its thick, leathery lips were wet with whatever it was drinking, and as it smacked them together and idly spun the chalice around, we all raised our guard, much to the monster's amusement as it rasped "[Ya Goi Lobda]", the three 'words' filling the air once more as the monster utilized invocations.
The ground began to tremble, the blood from the monsters starting to trickle back towards the Goblin King and traverse the shaking earth without issue, ignoring the workings of gravity and physics for now and instead moving thanks to magic as they pooled together in between us and the Goblin King.
Raising its chalice, the Goblin King tilted the container slightly and allowed a few drops of the silvery liquid that was inside to drip to the ground, splashing atop the blood and causing the rumbling to worsen, the tremors traveling up into our boots and reaching our knees, making us sway.
"Damnit! I absolutely DESPISE these damn summon type monsters! And the fact that this mountain of fat is ABSOLUTELY going to have two stages MINIMUM! Gods above I HATE this!"
Satanya's voice was laced with potent vitriol as she hissed that, the Demoness reigniting her longsword and shrouding her boots and her right arm in flames as well, her unique, targeted Flame Cloak giving her blistering speed and an increase in power to that specific arm, whilst a thin layer of Fire Mana protected the rest of her body, giving her some minor healing as well.
The rest of us followed suit, taking this required few seconds of waiting to apply buffs to ourselves, as well as prepare some spells for whatever was to come; attacking the Goblin King now or trying to prevent... whatever was causing this shaking would only make this fight exponentially harder, the 'clause' of fighting Boss type monsters both a blessing and a curse.
A blessing because - again - you could use this time to buff and prepare, but a curse because this was the perfect opportunity to attack whilst the monster was doing nothing, but if we didn't absolutely and utterly kill the monster, it would be enhanced beyond belief as it overloaded its Core with the nearby mana and supercharged itself in hopes of surviving... or at the very least taking us down with it.
So, we were forced to wait as we stared at the blood pool, something that Ammit and Leone were extremely curious about as they almost leaned forwards to observe it, their minds ensnared by this intriguing happening, though I nudged Leone and said "Wanna switch over to that True Vampire form? And summon Janus, perhaps? Haven't seen him in awhile..."
The Princess just stared at me for a moment before nodding, her crimson eyes closing as she took a step back and started to trace out the runes for the Summoning spell that would bring her Orthrus - the two headed, wine colored dog - Janus into the world, the runes flickering and changing whenever I tried to stare at them, inducing a headache that forced me to look away.
Similar to the runes on my System Made Items, the runes of Leone's Summoning were unable to be memorized or recreated by anyone besides her, something that still confounded us both to this day, and considering how much has been happening, well... it slipped our minds, I guess...
As the earth continued to tremble, our forces were bolstered by one as a giant, dark red furred dog appeared beside us, its twin heads almost as large as my torso was, both of which were lined with razor sharp fangs waiting to shred flesh.
Snarling softly, Janus remained in front of Leone, its four eyes focused entirely on the Goblin King above and only briefly focusing on the puddle below, making me frown for a moment as I too turned back to stare at the Goblin King.
With the chalice pressed against its lips, you could just barely notice the wide, arrogant grin that it wore as it looked down at us, causing my eyes to widen as I felt the mana around us begin to thicken.
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