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

least, that would mean they got to enjoy the little time they had left

"G-Guh…?!"

the echoes and screams had

last of

It was all over.

he could not see, he could only wait for his turn to

on his throne, his palms sweaty

clung to his position when everything was

ones and women were locked in the other room. Since they could not participate in

not particularly discriminate when it came to warfare, but there were pragmatic reasons why children and women could

unintelligent to be of any

hadn't been trained in weaponry, and their muscles were yet to develop, so they could not properly wield

women, Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they were constantly

the women in the tribe had children in their wombs. Once

the future of the tribe,

hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were the future of

were

at the hands of the annihilator—he would never find them—but due to starvation or some

Hobgoblins rolled the stone that blocked the

he

and women only had

did in the past, while breeding constantly

Chief found this to be

it was a descent of

still prefer for them to do that than to

thought about his own children, and his five

live… live

~SQUELCH!~

felt his flesh rip open and his blood gush out along with his

before he was on

single second of agony felt like hell for him, but thankfully it

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

Chief uttered before breathing his last in a pool of his own blood

Hobgoblin tongue, it meant,

he couldn't have been more

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all dead." Rey muttered as he looked around to see the corpses