89 Darkest Dungeon POV (2/2)

I am powerful! I am enormous!

The ground trembles under my feet!

Regardless, killing him will hurt my army.

I need all the strength and number I can get in order to invade a fortified human settlement known as Kingdom and Queendom.

The humans are holding up there, behind their high walls and magical barriers.

There are thousands upon thousands of females there, all for me to feast upon. And so many human children for me to torn apart.

Grrr....!

I growl in frustration and slowly return to my throne. Before I sit back down and try to think of another human settlement to raid, the door to my lair explodes inwardly. It seems that those adventures have come again, for one thing or another.

They always come. And they will die like the rest.

The heavy stone pieces crash and squash several goblins.

I pay absolutely no attention to those goblins since I will replace them all soon enough.

It only takes a week for a new born to crawl out their mother's womb along with their brethren. The younglings then grow to adulthood within another week if there are enough foods to go around.

This is the blessing of the world.

We eat, and we will grow.

Once the goblins reach adulthood, they will get to impregnate its mother like I have done so with mine just several months ago.

I can still remember her terrifying screams when I spear her cunt with my rod and fill her inside to the brim with my burning seeds.

It was very enjoyable, and my human mother had given me so many children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Her flesh nourishes the younglings once I finally grew bored of her. I rip out her heart and consume it before I let the younglings and goblins feast upon her corpse.

Consuming her magical core fills me with strength and power.

With each human shaman I have killed and devoured, I grow stronger.

It is a blessing of the arcane realm, as I am the chosen one.

Beyond the misty entrance, I could make out a silhouette of a person wearing a robe. This is the same uniform that the humans usually wear.

Magical power radiates from that person, telling me they are a human shaman.

However, this magical energy is nothing compares to mine. It is quite pitiful.

The human shaman immediately cast several low-tier fireballs at the goblins nearby, killing them and setting them on fire. Several more humans emerge from the mist and cut down the disorganize goblin swiftly.

To my amusement, they charge at me while their shaman engages the old goblin. That human shaman will be in for a surprise.

”Die monster!”

The male human shouts as his glowing spear spirals forwards and pieces my chest.

Despite my iron skin, the enchanted weapon pierces into my flesh.

I grab the hold of the end of the spear, preventing it from entering further. I roar at the human in front of as my magical aura skyrockets. The entire cavern shakes heavily.

I could see the fear in his eyes. Did he expect to kill me this easily!? Foolish!

A sword swings from my blind spot and nearly cut off my arm, but I manage to punch the human male away along with his enchanted spear.

Surprisingly, the human male didn't die from my strike. Most humans turn to blood pulp when I hit them with all my strength. Even though he didn't die, his magical barrier should be greatly weakened.

Another strike will turn him into mush.

No flesh can withstand my godly strength.

The little human female's head flew off her body when I slap her across the face to shut her up. It was because I am unable to hear what the goblin scout was saying over her anguish screaming.

My steel pole didn't rip her body in half, so what is she screaming at the top of her lungs for? I haven't even relish in my enjoyment.

The female human with the sword retreats and my fist crashes into the ground, shattering the floor in a titanic explosion. My almost severed arm heals rapidly, aided by my magical power.

”I didn't expect a Hobgoblin here. There are so many goblins too. They are amassing an army!?”

The female human speaks up. She is not a shaman.

”Be careful, this Hobgoblin is very powerful. Its level is really high. Its power is at peak 1st circle mage, I think. Even with our enchantment, it manages defend itself. Just How many mages did it devour?”

The human male speaks up.

”We should retreat and organize a strike force.”

The female human suggests.

I could understand what they are saying a little, but it is inconsequential. They will die soon, just like the rest. I will not let them escape once they have entered my lair.

An arcane formation appears under my feet.

Speed, Power, Strength, Might runes manifest, filling the space along the edge of the formation. Once they did, the formation glow, empowering me, boosting my attributes to greater height.

My massive body enlarges thanks to the new power boost. I charge towards the spearman and send him crashing into the wall with an Ice punch.

A mouthful of blood explodes from him. His bone should have shattered from the blow.

A dozen more ice spears pin him to the wall. The coldness will stop him bleeding out and keep his flesh fresh for the younglings.

He is a little bit bony for my liking, but the younglings and the goblins will enjoy his meat, nonetheless.

”Eric!”

The sword woman shouts before her sword ignites. Flames spiral along the reflective edge.

She swirls and slashes down against me, but I grab her flaming sword with my bare hand, dissipating its flames with my ice magic.

The weapon did singe my hands and cut me, but it isn't anything my natural healing couldn't take care of. Goblin heals very fast when they have something to eat, and me, as a Hobgoblin, heals even faster thanks to the blessing of the world.

I hand grab hold her body with the other hand before I throw her enchanted sword away. Such human weapon is below me.

All I need is my strength and my magic!

The human female screams as I apply a little pressure. Her armour cracks. She keeps screaming when I spear her with my meat rod. It was done as soon as I peel her armour away.

This female isn't as tight as those little ones I have usually enjoyed, but she will do for now.

”Lavender… Lavender!”

The human male utters. He is still alive.

I allow him to see as I break his female. She screams until she is unable to scream anymore. Her inside is torn apart to accommodate me.

I sit back on my throne as I break her cunt.

This is the fate of all humans who dare to go up against me!