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

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

"G-Guh…?!"

the echoes and

of

It was all over.

he could not see, he could

palms sweaty as

why he stubbornly clung to his position when everything was going to disappear

were locked in the other room. Since they could

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

too weak and unintelligent to be of

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

Hobgoblins constantly

tribe had children in their wombs. Once they gave birth, they would be impregnated

the tribe, that

the three hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were the future of their

were doomed

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

the stone that blocked the entrance/exit from outside,

adult left, and he

the children and women only had one

ancestors did in the past, while breeding constantly

Chief found this

descent of

prefer for them to

about his own

live… live no matter

~SQUELCH!~

flesh rip open and his blood gush

didn't even take a second before he was

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

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

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

Hobgoblin tongue, it meant, "The end

couldn't have been more

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