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?

should have all gotten fat and

mean they got to enjoy the little time they had left until their

"G-Guh…?!"

that the

meant the last of the

It was all over.

could only wait for his turn

on his throne, his palms sweaty

to his position when everything was going

the other room. Since they could not participate in war,

warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons why

weak and unintelligent to be of any use. Instead, they would

yet to develop, so they could not

the women, Hobgoblins constantly

their wombs.

the tribe, that was the

hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were the

were doomed

the hands of the annihilator—he would never find them—but

a group of adult Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked

and he doubted he could push

end, the children and women only

on one another as their ancestors did in the past, while breeding constantly to

found this to be terribly

so it was a descent of

for them to do that than to

Chief thought about his own children, and

to live…

~SQUELCH!~

his blood gush out along with

second before he was

single second of agony felt like hell for him, but thankfully it didn't last for

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

the last words the Hobgoblin Chief uttered before breathing his last in a pool of his

Hobgoblin tongue, it meant,

have

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like they're all dead." Rey muttered as he looked