Goblin Knight - Chapter 377



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EP.377 Wrath

Pa… tsutsutsu side!!

A fierce flame burst out from where the goblin’s sword and the fire spear collided.

It wasn’t like the sparks flying when metal collides with metal. His spear wasn’t a material weapon to begin with, but a weapon made of prayer.

The flame that had just burst out was a flame leaking out because it had lost its shape due to a scratch engraved on the creation.

‘His strength is strength, but… it is impossible to damage a spear made of mystery with strength. To cause this much damage, you would have to pour a considerable amount of magical power into the blade… …!’

There was only one sorcerer here who could practically do that.

Except for Goethe himself and the silver wolf who is still unable to move… the girl being carried by the goblin.

But judging by her surprised expression, it seemed like even this wasn’t what the girl had intended.

Was it originally a sword with magic? Or is there some hidden legend? But this didn’t happen at first, so why is it suddenly…?

“Stop annoying memes!!”

The person who actually committed this strange act, perhaps thinking that the gushing flames were caused by Goethe, rushed at him with his iron sword pointed askew.

The blade was in such poor condition that it was questionable whether it had been maintained, but it cut through the curtain of flames once again, leaving a small scar on his spear.

Only then could I notice it.

‘The sword… The sword is not special! The mysterious entity that is damaging this spear is the goblin itself!’

How is that possible? I don’t know.

How did this happen? I don’t know that either.

As an executor, I thought I would have acquired a deep understanding of magic during my long studies, but I couldn’t even imagine how something like this would be possible.

Usually, in these cases, his method was to gradually lay the groundwork and uncover the unknown… … .

‘I can’t hold out much longer than before… …! I have to hurry and finish it!’

Hwaruk!! Goethe focused his prayers on his spear once again, forming a huge spear that looked like the one he had used to fend off the werewolves.

Once you’ve made up your mind, even a moment of delay is meaningless. Swing your spear horizontally, sweeping the ground to aim for the goblin’s flank.

The goblin’s chosen course of action was defensive. After experiencing two leaks of flame, it seemed to have noticed something was wrong with the spear, and it seemed to be trying to cause additional damage by defending with its sword.

It was a wrong choice.

“I will wander!!”

The moment the sword and spear met, Goethe released the spear’s form, but did not suppress the momentum of the flames.

The spear soon transformed into a giant fire serpent, coiling around the goblin and the girl.

If the magician girl had deployed a shield, this attack wouldn’t have been able to cause much damage right away, but it was significant in that it completely obscured the senses for a time.

Goethe formed two short spears in his hands in an instant, drew his waist like a bow, and fired them towards the center of the fire serpent with a flick.

‘It can’t be avoided, and if you block it, it will explode! The spear’s output will decrease a bit until it rests, but anyway, if I just kill that goblin, this battle will be… … !’

Papak! The sound of two spears being fired hitting the ground was heard.

He neither blocked nor dodged it. He wasn’t even there when he threw the spear.

What does that mean?

“… … !”

“Khahaa!!”

Crunch!!

The moment he instinctively threw his body to the side at the tingling sensation running up his spine, two swords struck him vertically in the spot where he had been.

But it couldn’t end there. The goblin caught Goethe’s posture collapsing and rushed at him, launching a fierce attack.

Kang, Kagang, Kang!! Even though I was struggling to swing two swords with my makeshift spear, I couldn’t give up without asking.

“How…? How did you escape from there!? They didn’t give you any space to avoid the window!!”

“From the moment you swung your spear… I had no intention of staying there.”

“what-”

“You exposed the spear so defenselessly, impatiently, because of the dent in the spear? That’s impossible. I thought you had an ulterior motive… So after confirming that, I jumped up. That’s all.”

Did you read my mind?

In that short time? In that short sum?

What the heck, no genius he’s ever dealt with before could have done something like that, no, not before.

Did you think about it that complicatedly?

“Weren’t you crazy with anger!?”

This time Goethe was truly astonished and cried out:

Up until now, he had thought that the goblin was fighting him with his monster nature that he had suppressed while being consumed by rage.

Well, that makes the most sense.

Executors who can even withstand the nightmares of Mongma. A monster that can resist the rage that sweeps them away. Isn’t the very concept strange?

but…….

“You can’t be angry at all when faced with countless pointless deaths, heart-breaking absurdities, and despair? You can’t lose yourself!? That’s… that’s strange! It’s not even the slightest bit probable!!”

“No, this time too… I was wrong!”

The goblin spoke again, bringing down his two swords over his wide-open eyes.

“I think right now, I’m definitely losing my mind with anger! The whole world is dyed red, and my body feels hot as if it’s going to burst! My desire to get rid of you right in front of me and tear this unreasonable world to pieces hasn’t wavered at all!”

“Lies! Then how come… how come you’re so normal? In the first place, it’s weird that you’re talking to me right now!!”

“It’s simple!!”

Gritting his teeth until blood flowed out.

The goblin howled.

“This anger, this hatred!! It has been with me since that day, the moment I lost my mother in the cave!!”

“───”

“I hated the man who was just watching from above! I hated the evil who was babbling below! I hated myself for being too late! I felt sick to my stomach in this world where only the greater power decides who will pray and who will be prayed for!!

If I could, I wanted to tear it all apart, burn it and purify it of its ugliness! Now that my one and only world had collapsed, I thought this world was worthless to me!!

But faith, His faith that I would become a better person, bound and locked my anger! He decreed that only evil should be torn to pieces and destroyed, and only tragedy should be cut down!!

“In the end, my life, which I had hoped to become noble, ended up being accompanied by the hatred I harbored on the first day. What difference would it make to my actions if a little more encouragement were added now?!!”

Hearing those cries, filled with hatred, filled with hatred for evil.

Goethe felt a hint of fear.

The anger that Archbishop Ira enforces cannot be summarized by words like ‘that instigation’. It is the power that can blind even the most virtuous person in the world and kill his own child if he fails to resist.

If you call it such a trivial thing, then what on earth is the anger that goblin has been harboring all this time?

and.

That monster, who was walking around calmly, suppressing even that much hatred… How crazy must it be?

‘Ugh, ugh, and in the midst of all that, strength, strength… …!’

Even as he poured out his hatred and resentment, the goblins’ fierce attacks continued, and the power contained in his sword was clearly increasing.

This was also equally incomprehensible.

The more angry they become, the stronger they become, which is a characteristic of most monsters, but only to a certain extent.

The goblin’s strength right now has not only increased compared to when we first clashed swords, it has doubled.

This isn’t a matter of innate power or mutants. Something else is intervening. Something that isn’t even the delusion of demon intervention.

At this point, even if they had fought without Archbishop Ira’s interference, they would not have been able to avoid a classic fight, but if they had gotten any stronger from here… … .

‘Now… there really is no going back.’

Goethe let out a weary sigh amid the ordeal.

And then, I gathered my final concentration.

It was a suicidal act in the midst of such a barrage of attacks… but it was necessary.

‘The harsh law does not forgive evil.’

image.

A certain kind of compulsive power that is naturally acquired by those who have reached a certain level of martial arts.

The power to force the opponent to accept the award that is located deepest in one’s heart, making oneself overwhelmingly advantageous and the opponent overwhelmingly disadvantaged…

In Goethe’s case, it is.

‘What comes to mind are hundreds of believers.’

They knelt down so that the temple was filled, and with their eyes closed they prayed as one in reverence.

‘What comes to mind is the sacred fire that burns away evil.’

The sanctification forged by faith is soft and warm to those who accept its blessings, but it turns into an eternal, unquenchable fire to those who condemn evil.

‘I am the executor of another holy fire.’

As the pale blue flame draws a circular boundary to prevent evil from escaping, hundreds of faiths and prayers burn at the tip of his spear.

“And you, Goblin… are a monster that must be executed.”

“what-”

Hurrah!

In the center of the temple where all images were realized, a goblin appeared with black flames.

Even with eyes reddened with hatred, I could see him suddenly looking around wondering what was going on.

He now aims his burning blue spear straight at him… and sentences him.

“Your attitude towards anger in life is certainly impressive… but that’s as far as it goes.”

“… … .”

“You may not know why this happened all of a sudden. But it’s useless. The moment you entered here without any resistance, the outcome was already decided.”

“… … .”

“At least… out of respect for you, the monster who harbored such madness, the purification will be painless. So-”

“… … Ah, I see.”

Goblin.

He muttered as if he finally understood.

“This is… what I meant.”

“……what?”

It was a muttering that could not be that scary.