VOLUME 2: CHAPTER 137 – SYLPH UNIFICATION WAR XII (1/2)
Status
Race Goblin
Level 59
Class King; Ruler
Possessed Skills Ruler of the Demon Children of Chaos; Defiant Soul; World Devouring Howl; Sword Mastery A-; Dominator; King’s Soul; Ruler’s Wisdom III; Household of the Gods; One-Eyed Snake’s Evil Eye; The King's Dance at the Edge of Death; Magic Manipulation; Soul of the Berserk King; Third Impact (The Third Chant); Warrior's Instinct; Blessing of the Underworld Goddess; Guided One
Divine Protection Goddess of the Underworld (Altesia)
Attributes Darkness; Death
Subordinate Beasts High Kobold Hasu (Lv77); Gastra (Lv20); Cynthia (Lv1); Orc King (Bui) (Lv82)
Abnormal Status Blessing of the One-Eyed Snake; Protection of the Twin-Headed Snake
“Fuck! This is a waste of time!” Shumea cussed after cutting down the elves blocking their way.
Shumea and the elven escorts protected Selena as they ran away from the black smoke.
“Why are elves so stubborn!?” Shumea complained as she roughly wiped her cheeks of soot and blood.
“S-Sorry…” Selena found herself apologizing for some reason.
“I’m not blaming you. Anyway, let’s hurry. They know we’re here.” Shumea wryly smiled and rubbed Selena’s head.
After catching some elves to ascertain Pale’s location, they ran through the smokes and the flames.
“…What are you going to do once we find her? You have thought of it, right?”
From what they’ve gathered, Pale was currently leading an army of elite soldiers.
Shumea has already considered the worst possible scenario, but despite that, she didn’t have any intentions of dissuading Selena from meeting her.
“I don’t know, but I think I’ll know once I meet her. At that time, I don’t think I’ll regret it even if I end up as the king’s enemy.”
“I’ve always liked how gutsy you are,” Shumea said, then she turned around to the elven escorts given to them by Fei. “You can go back now. If you keep following us, you might end up drawing your bows against your master,” she said.
The elves looked at each other, then one of them stepped forward.
“Our duty is to protect you, Lord Shumea. We will accompany you until we have ascertained that you are indeed Forni’s enemy,” the elf said.
“Naive. Or maybe you’re stupid… Well, I don’t hate that though. I’m kinda like that myself after all.”
After running past the black smoke, Shumea looked around her.
“We’ve arrived at the eastern side. That way should be the north!” Shumea said.
“Can I ask you a question?” One of the elven escorts asked.
“Make it short,” Shumea said.
“Lord Pale is the enemy commander. Surely, she will be accompanied by many soldiers. What will you do about them?” The elven escort asked.
“We’ll break through,” Shumea matter-of-factly said.
The elven escorts were speechless.
“Do you have a plan?” The elven escort asked.
“Of course not! The only thing I’ve got is a girl’s guts! So if you’re going to tag along, you better make sure you don’t wet your pants!”
As they ran, the figure of the goblin king and the elves fighting came to view.
“Is everyone ready?” Shumea asked.
When they nodded, she narrowed her eyes.
“Let’s take happiness with our own hands. Even if it means prying it from fate’s mouth by force.”
Loved by a resident of the fire god’s household, the god of flame, Hektokrups, Shumea smiled fiercely in the face of battle as she cried out to foe and ally alike.
“Ora ora ora! Get out of the way! A human is passing through!!”
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Rashka’s black light blew up on the tightly packed enemy formation. His speed didn’t slow down even a little as he charged toward the enemy. That valiant charge of his affected the other warriors, and we followed after him.
Rashka swung both of his clubs at every direction. Battle-wise, he was indeed one of the best among the goblins.
His great strength bore a hole in the armored elves’ line. As his rampage continued, the elves’ movement gradually became duller.
“Just a little more and we’ll be able to win! Don’t slow down even for a moment!” I said, causing the goblins to cry out in response along with the Fang Tribe and the elves.
But then a rain of arrows descended where Rashka was.
“Nu!?”
When I turned around, the enemy was there.
The light infantry that arrived aimed at Rashka. Their movements were like the turning of the waves. There was not even a single hint of hesitation in them as they attacked in turn. But what was most conspicuous of all was the great morale they had!
—So you’ve come, Pale Symphoria!”
The chiefs or the tactician. Whose head should I pluck?