LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 21 Raining Blood.
As I contemplated my options for summoning lesser demons, each choice held its appeal, a reflection of the dark desires and strategies swirling within me. The Fire Imp beckoned with the promise of fiery retribution, a fitting punishment for those who dared to wield flames against me. To watch them writhe in agony amidst the very element they worshipped would be a satisfying spectacle indeed.
The Shadow Imp whispered of silent death, a subtle blade in the darkness that could slip past defenses unseen. While the goblins may underestimate the threat of shadows, I knew the value of having an assassin at my side, ready to strike when least expected.
Hellhounds offered swiftness and ferocity, their primal instincts honed for tracking and pursuit. Though my skills rendered such assistance unnecessary, the thought of commanding beasts of fire and brimstone held a primal allure.
Hellspawn Impalers embodied fear and terror, their very presence striking dread into the hearts of their enemies. To see the goblins quiver in fear as they face the embodiment of their worst nightmares would be a potent weapon indeed.
And then there were the Gnashers, stalwart and powerful, a brute force that could shatter defenses and crush foes with ease. While perhaps lacking the spectacle of fire or the subtlety of shadows, the sheer reliability and strength of the Gnashers made them a tempting choice for both offense and defense.
In the end, I weighed each option carefully, considering the strengths and weaknesses of each. The decision would shape the course of the coming battle.
The idea of transforming the Gnasher into a nightmarish terror sent a thrill of dark satisfaction coursing through me. With a twisted grin, I envisioned the demon clad in armor forged from fear itself, a vision of dread and destruction that would strike terror into the hearts of any who beheld it. The armor would be a grotesque tapestry of horror, adorned with wicked spikes and chains that clattered with the severed heads of fallen goblins. Each gruesome trophy would serve as a reminder of the Gnasher's ferocity and the fate that awaited those who dared to oppose me. As I conjured the image in my mind's eye, I could almost feel the aura of terror emanating from the transformed demon, a palpable sense of dread that would suffocate the resolve of even the bravest adversaries.
With a dark chuckle, I reveled in the thought of unleashing such a terrifying creature upon the battlefield, watching as the goblins quaked in fear at the sight of their demise incarnate. It would be a sight to behold, a symphony of chaos and despair orchestrated by my own twisted will. As I prepared to summon forth the transformed Gnasher, I relished the thought of the havoc it would wreak upon my enemies, a harbinger of doom cloaked in the guise of infernal might. I brought my focus back to the other demon I could summon.
Summoning both a Gnasher and a Hellhound was a strategic decision that balanced power and mobility, each serving a distinct purpose in the upcoming conflict. As the summoned demons materialized before me, I wasted no time imbuing the Gnasher with its terrifying armor and crafting a sturdy saddle for the Hellhound. Meanwhile, the Hellhound stood ready, its fiery eyes gleaming with loyalty and readiness for the task ahead. The saddle I fashioned provided a secure perch from which I could command and direct the demon, utilizing its speed and agility to navigate the battlefield with precision.
The Hellhound's inquiry brought forth a moment of realization—the first utterance from my lips in this new form. My voice, laced with the echoes of torment and rage, carried a rawness that mirrored the depths of my inner turmoil. "We go to kill everything we can," I rasped, the words dripping with a chilling resolve. "Follow the blood trail left behind by the fleeing goblins. We are going to their home to end them all."
The eerie laughter of the Hellhound and the Gnasher echoed through the surroundings, their infernal amusement mirroring the dark humor of our situation. Their acknowledgment of my authority, rooted in the blood pact with a ruler of hell, added a sinister weight to my orders.
"We obey you, master," the Hellhound's voice rumbled, its loyalty tempered by the ancient pact of summoners that bound us together in purpose.
The Gnasher's laughter took on a more sinister tone, its armored form glinting with malevolent glee. "To the depths of hell and back, we follow," it growled, its eyes gleaming with a fierce resolve.
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The thunderous gallop of the Hellhound beneath me reverberated through the forest, a relentless force cutting through the underbrush as we surged toward the goblin camp. The Gnasher followed in our wake, its armored form smashing through obstacles with brutal efficiency.
There was no camaraderie between us, no sense of friendship or shared bond. What bound us together was a singular purpose, a hunger for carnage and the spilled blood of our enemies. The Hellhound's primal instincts drove it forward, fueled by the scent of fear from the goblins and the promise of battle. Likewise, the Gnasher's ferocity was unleashed with every obstacle it shattered, a relentless engine of destruction in pursuit of our shared goal.
As we closed in on the goblin camp, the air crackled with anticipation, the scent of impending violence thick in the air. The demons at my command were extensions of my will, embodiments of the darkness that now coursed through me. Our unity lay not in companionship but in the savage determination to wreak havoc upon all that stood in our path. I urged the Hellhound onward, my mind focused on the chaos and devastation we would unleash upon the unsuspecting goblins. The time for mercy had long passed, replaced by the unyielding thirst to release the rage that burned within me on others. The forest echoed with the echoes of our relentless advance, a symphony of destruction heralding the coming storm of blood and fire.
Gnasher bulldozed through obstacles, leaving a trail of crushed bodies in its wake. The beasts that dared to confront us were swiftly overwhelmed, their futile attempts at resistance crushed beneath the relentless advance of the demons. As we passed the fallen foes, I wasted no opportunity, extracting every drop of blood from their lifeless forms. The crimson essence flowed into me, fueling my powers and extending the duration of the demons' presence in this realm. With each surge of stolen vitality, the Hellhound's fiery aura blazed brighter, and the Gnasher's armored form seemed to grow more imposing. The demons reveled in the feast of spilled blood, their loyalty and ferocity heightened by the dark energies coursing through them.
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The scene before me was one of overwhelming numbers, a sea of goblins of various colors converging within their encampment. The sight of over 400 goblins, with their distinct red, yellow, and green skins, stirred a mix of shock and grim determination within me. Among them, the red-skinned goblins seemed to dominate in numbers, a testament to their fierce tribal presence. As the chaotic scene unfolded, the arrival of the fleeing goblins triggered a chain reaction of panic and alarm among the gathered horde. Their cries and wails echoed through the encampment, drawing the attention of every goblin present. It was a moment of opportunity amidst the chaos, a chance to strike at the heart of their strength.
Without hesitation, I commanded the Gnasher to charge toward the front gate, a relentless force of destruction unleashed upon the unsuspecting goblins. Its delighted laughter, tinged with innocence, momentarily caught my attention, a stark contrast to the carnage it was about to unleash. The distraction was fleeting, and I refocused my attention on the unfolding battle. The Gnasher, fueled by its armored fury and the dread it inspired, crashed into the front lines of the goblin defenses taking them by surprise. Its monstrous form became a whirlwind of death and chaos, cleaving through ranks of foes with savage abandon.
As the Gnasher engaged in its brutal onslaught, I turned my attention to coordinating the Hellhound and preparing myself for the inevitable clash that would follow. The sounds of battle mingled with the screams of the dying and the roars of demons, filled the air—a grim symphony of war that heralded the beginning of our annihilation upon the goblins.
The battlefield erupted into a symphony of chaos and violence as our assault unfolded with brutal efficiency. With the crystallized blood sword in hand, I rode atop the Hellhound with a manic smile etched upon my features laughing like a madman. Our combined assault was a whirlwind of death and destruction, targeting the heart of the goblin forces with precision and savagery.
As we charged toward the right flank of the goblin ranks, where the fiercest red-skinned warriors congregated, I swung the blood sword with lethal intent. The razor-sharp edge cleaved through flesh and bone, leaving a trail of severed limbs and goblin corpses in our wake. The Hellhound, a relentless force of nature, tore into the goblins with fangs and claws, its fiery resistance rendering their feeble fire attacks futile.
Empowered by the blood essence from the Gnasher, my vampiric bolts lashed out like tendrils of death, ripping through the ranks of yellow and green goblins who dared to wield magic and bows against us. Their spells and arrows found no purchase against our fortified defenses, their attacks mere sparks against our unyielding resolve.
As the battle raged on, I remained vigilant, cutting down any goblins attempting to flank or encircle us. The Hellhound's fiery retaliation against their feeble fire attacks only added to the chaos, turning their element against them in a blaze of vengeance.
Amidst the screams of the dying and the clash of steel and fang, our combined assault carved a path of devastation through the goblin ranks. The once-united horde now faltered under the weight of our wrath, their numbers dwindling as fear and desperation spread among their ranks. Victory seemed inevitable as we pressed on, fueled by the darkness within and the bloodlust that drove us forward.
The battlefield dynamics shifted as a heavy, earth-shaking stomping heralded the approach of a formidable adversary from within the goblin village. Simultaneously, my attention was drawn to the figure of an aged goblin, bearing the unmistakable aura of power and authority, unlike any I had encountered among their kind.
The monstrous creature within the village, its footsteps resonating with ominous weight, posed a new challenge to our assault. I braced myself, sensing the impending clash with a foe of considerable strength and size.
However, it was the sight of the older goblin, adorned with the trappings of arcane might and seated upon a throne of bones, that truly piqued my interest. The gnarled black wood staff, crowned with a grim skull, spoke of dark sorceries and ancient knowledge. As I gazed upon this elder figure, a realization dawned upon me—a fellow royal monster, akin to my lineage and heritage. The battlefield momentarily paused, a silent acknowledgment passing between us as kindred beings of power and darkness. The older goblin's eyes met mine, a glint of recognition and calculation shimmering within their depths. It was a confrontation not just of physical might but of ancient bloodlines and hidden potentials.
The battlefield erupted into a chaotic symphony of magic and violence as the older goblin and his forces attempted to halt our advance. With the Hellhound serving as my mount, we remained focused on the looming threats while orchestrating our next moves.
As the older goblin attempted to thwart my summoning ritual, the relentless charge of the Hellhound ensured that his spells went awry, their arcane energies missing their mark. With the Hellhound's fiery aura shielding us from the ineffective fire attacks of the goblins, the older goblin resorted to rallying the remaining yellow-skinned goblins to unleash their lightning-based skills upon us.
With lightning crackling through the air, the Hellhound and I found ourselves caught in a deadly dance of fire and electricity. In a desperate bid to counter the onslaught, the Hellhound conjured a massive sphere of flame around us, creating a barrier of searing heat to repel the incoming lightning strikes. Seizing the opportunity afforded by the distraction, I redoubled my efforts, channeling the blood sacrifice of the fallen goblins into summoning reinforcements. With a final surge of dark energy, I succeeded in summoning five more demons to our aid—a formidable force ready to turn the tide of battle.
As the summoned demons emerged from the portal, their infernal presence cast a shadow of fear over the remaining goblins. With ruthless efficiency, I commanded the demons to unleash their fury upon the goblin horde, their savage attacks tearing through flesh and bone with merciless precision.
Amidst the chaos, the summoned demons heeded my commands, tearing through the goblins with savage glee. The two Hellspawn Impalers impaled foes with cruel efficiency, the Shadow Imp struck from the shadows with deadly precision, and the final two Hellhounds unleashed fiery devastation upon any who dared to approach. The battlefield became a maelstrom of magic and bloodshed, with lightning crackling against flames and demonic roars drowning out the screams of the dying. Our combined assault pressed forward relentlessly, carving a path of destruction through the goblin encampment.
Amid the battle, my focus remained unwavering, I was intent on neutralizing the older goblin and the monstrous entity while ensuring the demons under my command wreaked havoc upon our enemies.