Goblin Knight - Chapter 376



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EP.376 Operation Decapitation (Part 2)

– B, Blanc, my, what should I do… … !

– … … Release the protection.

Blanc answered with difficulty at the sound of Nelivia’s voice in his head at just the right time.

Nellyvia opened her eyes wide in surprise.

– What? Ah… No. Don’t you know what happened to you this morning? You lost your mind after just a brief exposure! Let alone the current madness that is much stronger than that… …!

– I know.

Blanc gritted his teeth and looked at the tragedy before his eyes.

A fight between comrades who had trusted and relied on each other until just a moment ago. A nightmare that not only the werewolves but also all those who could not resist this anger were swept away.

The moment Nellyvia releases her protection, Blanc will become one of them and go wild.

but.

Even leaving aside the fact that ‘there is no other way’… … .

– … … This time, I can do it.

– what?

– Having experienced it once, I dare say… I can handle it. I just didn’t have enough time to realize it. Even if I can’t control myself, I can manage it.

In fact, if you think about it, hasn’t Blanc been doing something even more ridiculous than ‘just that’?

The goblin’s savage nature was put to rest, and the magical power of the ruling race of demons, which no monster could resist, was simply withstood.

This was not the result of Blanc successfully suppressing his desires. After all, he was a goblin by birth and was a being who could not deny his desires.

Because it was the result of a desire for something greater than either the thrilling savagery or the sweet domination… … .

– … … Can I believe it?

– Trust me.

To Nellyvia, who asked in an anxious voice.

Blanc answered confidently.

– It’s no different from what we’ve done so far.

Don’t suppress your rising anger.

Even if your vision turns red and you become blind, and your head feels like it’s going to burst… it’s not something to be shy or deny. It’s a completely natural nature for those monsters who have been with rage since the moment they were born.

What you really should be reluctant to do is pour that anger out on something that is not right.

At the same time, he was afraid of being angry when he saw something wrong and feared that he would become corrupted by evil.

* * *

“Ugh… Ah, kaaaah- kkaaaaaaah!!”

“… … .”

That sight.

With the help of the wizard on his back, he seemed to be holding on for a while, but eventually, he saw the strange goblin losing his mind due to anger.

Hearing the screams of a monster in agony, with hatred that was not his own burning in his eyes and uncontrollable rage burning his body… … .

Goethe thought it was really boring.

I already knew about Ira’s power.

The power of 忍 that incites emotions and makes one run wild, pouring out hatred towards everything in this world, and ultimately causing one to commit suicide out of anger towards oneself.

Even when I heard the news that he was in charge of a pack of werewolves, I knew that it would never end cleanly.

The tragedy that I happened to witness firsthand by chance was… in many ways beyond my imagination.

It seems like he used not only simple power but also some kind of plague. Wasn’t it supposed to be done secretly? What on earth were the soldiers here planning to do to their mouths?

‘… … Ah, really. So that’s why you left the third seal behind?’

After all the werewolves were exterminated, the next ones would be the soldiers of this empire. The best way to silence someone is to destroy the mouth itself.

That alone was disgustingly familiar, but seeing his own executors involved made him feel like he was about to be consumed by rage.

… … There’s nothing that can be done about what has already happened. Since they are the executors he personally raised, it’s unlikely that they’ll fall in a place like this. Of course, as for ‘that’ Mephis… it goes without saying.

Until the first decree here is enforced, the next decree cannot be enforced… … .

‘That didn’t work.’

Goethe raised the tip of his spear towards the strange goblin, who was still in pain.

I don’t know what the story was, but he was the one who stood up and fought most bravely for those who were on the brink of extinction, even though it wasn’t his business.

Even the attempt might have been successful if they had not come at this time.

But in the end, I was destined to die in vain, resisting my anger because I didn’t want to kill my comrades without accomplishing anything.

Even that is ultimately guided by Yul… … .

‘Though your race may not be forgiven… your nobility alone will be remembered and dramatized for eternity.’

No matter how much you think it is wrong, if you accept it as the law, then you have no choice but to do it.

Because at least the only thing that could be done was to leave behind the records of those who would be forgotten in history.

“Rest in peace, you monster who will become Ehmont.”

Goethe aimed for the goblin’s heart and stabbed it straight in without a moment’s hesitation.

He was planning to stab and kill the girl who was still behind him.

– Kang!

“… … !”

The goblin swung the sword on his wounded left arm and deflected his spear, his eyes burning red.

In the end, was he consumed by anger?

There’s no way around it. If I had to choose between being stabbed to death and going crazy, the latter might have seemed better.

But the result doesn’t change.

A person consumed by anger may appear to be extremely ferocious on the outside, but in reality, he is not even able to use half of his strength.

Whatever it is, it moves in a straight line, making its actions more predictable than that of a child, and it staggers with every movement as it cannot control its strength.

Crucially, I am unaware of my body’s condition.

‘That left arm… It was definitely attacked from behind by a werewolf. If I were in my right mind, I wouldn’t be able to use that hand because of the pain.’

When you look at it from behind, it’s a big, deep wound that shows the muscle has been torn. You even deflected his spear with that? It’s irreversible.

The inside of that arm would already be a rag that is too weak to lift a sword.

In the end, the certain death was only postponed for a very short time.

“That- Haaaaaa!!”

There’s no need to think deeply about it.

Without even knowing my condition, I struck back at the attacker with my sword in my left hand and stabbed him in the heart.

Goethe, who had decided on a course of action, lightly shook his spear and swung his sword away, intending to end the goblin’s life.

– Boom!!

“……eww!?”

The moment the sword and spear met, a shock was transmitted that shook my vision for a very brief moment.

In a completely unexpected situation, Goethe quickly turned the window to direct the impact downwards.

‘I’m stronger than when I was fine… …? How?’

I looked at the goblin’s left arm with some confusion. The wound that was deep enough to reveal the muscles had now healed.

Regeneration ability…? That kind of wound, at that speed? Is there some kind of troll mixed in his blood? No, even if it’s a troll, that’s abnormal.

What… reason is, unless you turn the magic power that was not being used into regenerative power-

“Are you just taking a quick glance at it!!”

I gather my thoughts at that fierce yet awkward cry.

Although the goblin’s regenerative powers were surprisingly good, it still didn’t change the fact that he was ultimately driven mad by rage.

The path he runs along and the trajectory he swings his sword along are still straight. An attack packed with power.

In that case, trying to strike it out like before is a bad idea.

All you have to do is open the body by flowing down, then cut the neck to end its life for sure.

As he lowers the spear, he turns the spear shaft and entangles the tassel with the straight long sword he is holding.

Parruk! The sword was dragged down to the ground as the alcohol got entangled in the sword body, and naturally the middle and upper ranks became defenseless.

While releasing the alcohol, he rotates the spear half a turn, forms a new flaming blade on the opposite handle, and stabs it in.

With this, the end-

– Kwak!!

“what.”

As if he had already anticipated that move.

Without realizing it, he raised his right hand and held onto the spear, oblivious to the burning sensation in his hand.

Also, the goblin, who had clenched his fist with his left hand that had been holding the sword a while ago, smiled sinisterly and said:

“The power… was just so-so.”

“… … !!”

Hwaak!! I was dragged away by the overwhelming force, and at the same time the goblin swung its fist.

It was a blow aimed at the center of the body, not the face. Given the speed and the power contained within, it was impossible to completely avoid it. It had to be attenuated.

Instantly creates a five-layer protective barrier of flames in front of the body. Two layers are canceled out. To whom? A wizard, here… … .

‘this.’

Crackle! The remaining three layers of barriers shattered like glass, and the goblin’s fist pierced his body.

Although the barrier blocked the impact to some extent, it was a force that could not have caused no damage. Goethe’s body flew backwards as if he had been caught in a charging wild boar.

And the goblin had no intention of letting him regain his bearings. He was seen lunging at him with his two swords spread wide like butterfly wings.

… … What a pity.

Goethe clicked his tongue, then took out an artifact from his bosom, a ‘lighter’ or something like that, which he had used to light his cigarettes, threw it at him, and blew it up.

– Boom!!

“Huh!?”

A fairly large explosion occurred before his eyes, causing the goblin to hesitate and take a step back.

Meanwhile, Goethe, who had barely managed to regain his composure, narrowed his eyes and looked at the goblin.

‘I find it difficult to follow?’

First of all, I can assure you that if he was in normal condition, this would not have happened.

That damn Archbishop’s power is affecting him too. Even now, isn’t his head spinning trying to keep his reason from being eroded?

But… no matter how weakened he was and how he was caught off guard, he was not a beginner who would make the fatal mistake of having his spear caught by an enemy who had figured out his level.

If so, there is only one answer.

‘Have you become stronger? In this mad battlefield? No… No, that’s not it.’

Only then did Goethe realize that he had been mistaken.

It had been too long since I had dealt with such lowly beings as goblins, and I was confused as to whether the strangely righteous beings I was seeing right before my eyes were goblins…

In the first place, weren’t goblins monsters that embodied malice and cunning?

The being that is furthest from justice.

That’s why.

“It’s not that I suddenly became stronger… I was weak. My suppressed nature… was liberated… … .”

“… … .”

The goblin did not confirm Goethe’s guess.

just…….

“Yeah, that’s right… I guess so!!”

Crunch!!

He stomped hard enough to shatter the stone floor, and once again brought his left-handed longsword against his neck.

For some reason, this longsword, although made of simple iron, has an eerie aura about it.