You had never heard of Zagugur’s battle techniques, especially some that could strengthen the body—techniques even Zagu had never used.
Its body was covered in ancient runes, like the prayers barbarians used to seek power from the gods.
‘No wonder he could become the king of this underground kingdom…’
If not for facing the overpowered Xilika, you thought he would lose to almost no one in your eyes, not even a dragon.
Zagugur’s physical fitness even allowed him to move through the air using air buoyancy.
With such terrifying mobility, coupled with his powerful battle techniques, you were sweating for Xilika.
Suddenly, Zagugur’s gaze turned to you, and you realized something was terribly wrong.
By then, it was too late for you to run.
“Black Annihilation Slash!”
The black sword in Zagugur’s hand ignited with the same pitch-black flames, and he flew through the air like a demon god.
Just as you were prepared to end this short life, a barrier of light appeared in front of you out of thin air—it was Xilika’s defensive magic.
Boom—
The immense impact rattled your eardrums. Around the arc-shaped white light barrier, dust was shaken away, forming a neat ring-shaped pattern.
You understood that this attack was completely incomparable to your “Double Slash.”
This strike even startled the goblins living nearby.
Some low-level goblins in the vicinity trembled in their rooms.
“Is this an earthquake?”
“I heard the king came nearby.”
Recently, the interior of the Goblin Kingdom was already very pessimistic. Human troops and necromancers were gradually devouring the goblin forces.
So the selection for the army became increasingly insane—it wasn’t even selection anymore; it was simply grabbing goblins.
Many basic facilities didn’t even have goblins to operate them.
In remote places like this, all the young goblins had already been consumed.
Some braver goblins had quietly crept to the vicinity of this epic battle, utterly shocked by the scene before them.
Their king was fighting a human who looked like a goddess.
“It would be best if this king died. The goblins in our tribe that were born just one week old are about to be conscripted into the army!”
“But if he dies, what will happen to us?”
You naturally couldn’t know about these discussions.
Seeing that his strongest strike had not worked, Zagugur stomped the ground, collapsing it, and flew backward.
“Sainthess, why must you pursue to the death? If I mobilize all goblins to attack the Silent Moon Kingdom, you will become a sinner of your own country.”
Zagugur’s face, once relaxed, now dripped with sweat. He was already somewhat tired.
Yet you could sense the same fatigue from Xilika—her mana was also diminishing.
Even so, the only response to Zagugur was the flash of a sword.
Seeing no room for retreat, Zagugur quickly dodged the sword light, though his leg was struck and severed.
Zagugur’s right leg was cut off, but he remained completely calm.
What astonished you was that his right leg regenerated in less than 5 seconds.
Tendons mixed with stark white bones grew out like living things—this hellish sight made you feel suffocated.
‘Compared to my Limb Regeneration, this speed is terrifying.’
‘Is this the strongest goblin?’
And it wasn’t over—Zagugur’s speed suddenly increased.
“I can’t see his movements at all!”
You muttered in alarm. Xilica’s magic was already somewhat clumsy; now hitting him was even more impossible.
“So fast!”
Xilika panicked as well, but fortunately, she had the Blessing of Holy Light around her.
‘Wait, can I use the new skill I obtained earlier?’
Endymion’s Slumber required a massive amount of magical power. After the host used it, they would die from mana depletion.
Just when you thought you had grasped a lifeline, you were disappointed again.
‘Are you kidding me? I finally get a skill, and it’s only usable as a final dance!’
“It’s an illusion!”
Xilika suddenly spoke.
“An illusion?”
You looked up. Zagugur’s figure was so fast that afterimages appeared.
Xilika wouldn’t be wrong, but you never expected this warrior to also know illusion magic.
“Wait… illusion magic?”
You recalled a talent you used every day.
Cold-blooded Lethality (Purple): After hitting an enemy with an attack, you can see their position for one minute, and the next attack deals double damage. Can only be used once per day on a single enemy.
“I haven’t used it today… The skill awakened when I killed the Sitting Wolf earlier. I didn’t think I’d use it today.”
“But how can I deal damage to Zagugur?”
You thought it over, and a bold plan emerged in your mind.
Zagugur was using illusions to confuse Xilika. He was already at the end of his rope, but even so, he could use his remaining mana to drag Xilika until she ran out of mana.
‘Heh, I never thought I’d actually kill a human possessed by the Main God today.’
‘It’s said that killing someone possessed by the Main God can earn the favor of the Evil God. Then, whether it’s the Silent Moon Kingdom or that cult, they’ll all be nutrients for our Goblin Kingdom.’
Zagugur was crouching behind a pile of rocks not far from Xilika, but because of the illusion, Xilika couldn’t see his position at all.
“Hm? That goblin actually wants to come out?”
Zagugur had once heard a legend: for the Saintess to receive the favor of the Main God and gain the powerful mana of Main God Possession, she must endure the most painful torment in the world and then regain hope in life.
Such a difficult path must be walked twice.
The Saintess constitution was already rare. In many countries, the position of Saintess in the church would even be vacant for long periods.
Let alone a Saintess who could awaken. They were almost all kept as national treasures by their countries.
After all, no nobles wanted divine power to take a share of their country’s control.
“This goblin… is the reason?”
A dark smile rose on Zagugur’s face.
“If I kill this goblin, the Saintess will surely be in pain, right?”
Zagugur still had stamina, and he didn’t mind sparing some to kill this weak goblin.
Maybe it would even make the Saintess panic, which would be more advantageous for him.
Zagugur flashed over to the barrier protecting you.
But at that moment, you had just extended your left arm. Seeing him come, you tried to pull it back.
“Oh? So fast reaction?”
Zagugur’s black sword missed, so he casually grabbed your arm and broke it with a light squeeze.
Zagugur flashed again, dodging Xilika’s light sword, and hid back into the illusion.
“Huh?”
He suddenly felt an itch on his palm. Opening it, he found some bone spurs and things like insect shells stuck inside.
He looked at you and saw you holding your broken left arm, your forehead covered in sweat from the pain.
Yet you were smiling.
Zagugur’s heart tightened.
It was the first time he had felt fear toward such a weak fellow creature.
‘What… is he smiling about?’