An Extra’s POV

"G-GERUK!"

In Hobgoblin tongue, that meant "Monster!"

This was the only word that came to the mind of the Hobgoblin Chief as he heard the deaths of his people.

Dozens of Hobgoblins being slayed in a single moment, and the voice of their annihilator echoing in depraved laughter as he inflicted an unjust punishment.

Just what… what did he and his people do to deserve this?!

For the seven months that he had been the Chief of the Hobgoblins, they had encountered nothing but peace and prosperity.

Within a month or two, he would finally be able to rest and join his ancestors in the earth.

Yet, this had to happen in his lifetime? In this own tenure of rulership?

Why?!

The fables of the Hobgoblin society told of a time when they were the prey of the NightWolves, but thanks to the leadership of the great KoKuKa, the Hob Chief at the time, they were able to turn the tables around.

It took several generations of Hobgoblin Chiefs, but they were finally able to conquer this land of darkness for themselves.

These events happened so long ago that only stories existed of them.

The Hobgoblins now only knew peace and prosperity, and the only reason they hadn't lost their touch of combat was due to the contests that were frequently held—once every month.

If it hadn't been for that, the Hobgoblins would have all grown fat and lazy.

The Hobgoblin Chief was initially grateful that they didn't abandon their culture.

He thought their training would finally be put to good use against the invader.

But now… now he thought differently.

Not only was their training rendered useless in this entity's presence, but his powers were something that no Hobgoblin could ever hope to attain.

Not even the great KoKuKa!

If this was how things were going to be, then wouldn't it have been better to have enjoyed themselves to the fullest?

have all

they got to enjoy the little time

"G-Guh…?!"

the echoes and screams

last of the

It was all over.

not see, he could

he sat on his throne, his palms sweaty as he struggled to maintain his grip on his

stubbornly clung to his position

ones and women were locked in the other room. Since they could not participate in war, they had to be

there were pragmatic reasons why children

were too weak and unintelligent to be of any

hadn't been trained in weaponry, and their muscles were yet

constantly

the tribe had children in their wombs. Once they gave birth, they

the tribe, that was the

the three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were the

were doomed

find them—but due to

Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked the entrance/exit from outside, all of them would be trapped

and he doubted he could push the

the end, the children and women only had one

as their ancestors did

this to be

descent of shame for

still prefer for them to

about his own children, and his five

personally wanted them to live… live

~SQUELCH!~

felt his flesh rip open and his blood gush out along

didn't even take a second before he was on the brink of

hell for him, but thankfully it

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

the Hobgoblin Chief uttered before breathing his last in a pool

Hobgoblin tongue, it meant, "The

couldn't have

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Rey muttered as he looked around to see the corpses of over