195 I Feel You Are Timid (1/2)

Cruel Malevolence felt he hadn't awakened from his sleep, so he was feeling emotional.

Not long before, he was still standing at the Teleport Portal Reception Hall, imagining himself as a Dungeon Lord and a transformed superior Devil with pus-filled blisters.

Soon, he was harassed incessantly by many Goblins, Gnomes, and Houndhead Men. They weren't affected by the Murmurs of the Ancient Gods, and they spoke like nutcases.

When a thousand fully armed creatures who weren't affected by the Ancient Gods appeared and were killed, the ego of Cruel Malevolence exploded.

He charged towards the location of the Winterfell Northern Gate with 2,000 of his troops. Then… then there were none.

In the camp, Cruel Malevolence scorned the green-skinned creatures and Houndhead Men who couldn't even operate the Magic Cannons. He charged and annihilated all of them. He thought he had seen the last of them and would be spared from listening to their laughs and nonsense.

From the Airship, numerous green-skinned creatures who were half-naked smiled, grabbed their weapons, and attacked.

Were they reinforcements? Perhaps, but Cruel Malevolence would just kill them as usual.

The second wave came and was killed, the third wave, wiped out, the fourth wave, destroyed, the fifth wave…

Something wasn't right! The Airship looked huge, but it was only reasonable for accommodating 3,000 to 4,000 creatures. How could it accommodate that many creatures? He had encountered at least 10,000 creatures!

Like torrential waves, the continuous streams of half-naked green-skinned creatures wore down the Ancient Gods believers. Cruel Malevolence noticed something wasn't right. After slashing a ”Waaaa—!” Goblin, Cruel Malevolence started to retreat while fending off his enemies. He intended to escape the battlefield.

The green-skinned creatures charged at him excitedly. They knew that the Werewolf in Superior Equipment was the commander.

Cruel Malevolence fled with his Werewolves, who had fast running speed. They escaped, leaving the Orcs behind to be engulfed by the endless stream of green-skinned creatures. He heard them shouting.

”Chase after them! The BOSS is escaping!”

”Don't chase the BOSS! We can't catch up with them! Kill the monsters! They have equipment!”

”Aim for the legs! What are the archers doing? Shoot at the legs!”

”D*mn! Which archer hit me? I'm shot!”

…

After that, Cruel Malevolence escaped and no longer heard any shouts. He returned to the Winterfell Teleport Portal Main Hall with the hundreds of panting Werewolves. Then he organized his defenses. Before the Winterfell Dungeon Core transformed, he had to guard the Teleport Portals, which were the only way for his troops to arrive.

However, the rate of replacement of his believers was inferior to those of the green-skinned creatures. He was no longer relaxed. He was sure that the creatures outside the Northern Gate were inexperienced, but they were fearless, in large numbers, and unaffected by the Murmurs of the Ancient Gods. If he wasn't confident that they were non-believers, Cruel Malevolence would have believed he was fighting against the Ancient Gods army!

Cruel Malevolence didn't expect that the streaming green-skinned creatures would charge at him when he had only just returned.

Cruel Malevolence grasped his weapon tightly. No matter what, he had to persist and defeat these terrible green-skinned creatures!

For the Ancient Gods!

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When the gamers and the Ancient Gods believers were embroiled in combat, the veteran gamers had arrived at Winterfell Gangleader Kindergarten, according to the map. They looked for Yoda's kids based on the family photo.