"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

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

"G-Guh…?!"

that the echoes and screams

the last of the

It was all over.

not see, he could only wait for his turn

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

to his position when everything was going to disappear

they could not participate in war,

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

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

and their muscles were yet to develop, so they

constantly bred, so they were constantly

the tribe had children in their wombs. Once

of the

hundred more Hobgoblins in the room were

they were

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

rolled the stone that blocked the entrance/exit from outside,

the only adult left, and he doubted he could push the stone

the end, the children and women only had

ancestors did in the past,

Hobgoblin Chief found this to

had already evolved past that, so it was a descent of shame for his people to

would still prefer for them to do

about his

wanted them to live… live

~SQUELCH!~

open and his blood gush out

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

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

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

before breathing his last in a

it meant,

he couldn't have been more

********

he looked around to see the corpses of over three

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