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

that would mean they got to enjoy

"G-Guh…?!"

Hobgoblin Chief noticed that the echoes

of the warriors

It was all over.

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

palms sweaty as he struggled to maintain his

he stubbornly clung to his position when

Since they could not participate

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

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

muscles were yet to develop,

women, Hobgoblins constantly bred, so they were constantly

wombs. Once

the future of the tribe, that

more Hobgoblins in the

were

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

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

the only adult left, and he doubted

and women only had

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

Hobgoblin Chief found this

already evolved past that, so it was a descent of shame

prefer for them to do that than to die

Hobgoblin Chief thought about his own children, and his

live… live no matter

~SQUELCH!~

and his blood gush

a second before he was on

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

"G-gureekkidaaa…"

were the last words the Hobgoblin Chief uttered before breathing

it meant, "The end has

have been

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as he looked around to see the corpses of over three hundred