Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

The words were thick with arrogance and cruelty.

The figure who spoke remained hidden among the goblins, but Ethan's sharp eyes found him easily.

The speaker was a towering figure who was nearly eight feet tall and clad in gleaming bronze armor with thick wolf fur draped over his shoulders.

A massive bronze halberd rested on his back, and his yellow toad eyes gleamed with greed as they lingered on Virelle.

She wore a short strapless red night dress that clung to her figure and the fabric strained slightly over her full breasts.
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The dress left her shoulders and underarms exposed in the cold wind as her smooth pale skin glowed softly under the moonlight.

The delicate fabric swayed with her movements and gave the impression it might slip at any moment though in reality, it held firm.

Despite the lecherous stares from the goblins, Virelle remained composed with an icy and focused expression.

Her beauty was accentuated by the eerie light of the blood moon and only added to her commanding presence.

"Dark Goblins..." Ethan murmured and the realization settled like a stone in his gut.

The dark goblins were a blight upon the Blood Veil Continent and a festering wound that no empire or kingdom had ever managed to truly cleanse.

Individually, they were weak and even pathetic with their stunted frames, rusted weapons, and weak strength.

But their true strength lay in their numbers, cunning, and unrelenting savagery.

They were a plague that multiplied faster than any army could cull them and were hidden away in their labyrinthine tunnels beneath the Dark Forest.

Their reputation was one of nightmares.

They were not merely scavengers or petty thieves but were predators that were driven by a primal hunger for domination and reproduction.

Their most infamous trait was their ability to breed with any humanoid female.

It was a grotesque power that defied the natural order.

Once captured, a woman's fate was unspeakable.

The gestation period of their offspring was horrifyingly short and was no more than a month.

It ensured that their numbers swelled with terrifying speed.

Slave traders, who often transported women of various species for profit were their frequent targets.

The goblins cared not for gold or jewels and their spoils were only flesh and blood.

Entire caravans had vanished into their tunnels and the screams of the captured echoed until they were silenced forever.

The lucky ones died quickly.

The others… their fates were whispered about in taverns and marketplaces and their stories so grim they made even hardened mercenaries shudder.

Many powers had tried to eradicate them.

Armies had marched into the dark forests only to find that the dark goblins had vanished like smoke.

Many great eradications were conducted over thousands of years but they never went truly extinct.

When the cost of these campaigns grew too high, the great races turned their attention elsewhere and dismissed the goblins as a nuisance rather than a threat.

But those who had faced them knew better.

Experienced warriors spoke of their terror in hushed tones.

They swarmed like insects with eerie coordination, and a gleam of madness for women always burned in their evil yellow toad eyes.

They were not to be underestimated.

To encounter a big goblin horde was to stare into the abyss of primal savagery, where cruelty knew no bounds and survival was a fleeting hope.

But Ethan was not worried.

The goblin commander smirked and had expected Ethan to react in anger.

Instead, the young man remained unnervingly composed as his gaze scanned the horde with calculating precision.

Something about that icy calm sent a ripple of unease through the goblin leader.

Not far from the brewing confrontation, the frail-looking old carriage driver with sunken eyes suddenly opened his lids ever so slightly.

A blood-red gleam flashed within them for the briefest moment before he shut them again, unnoticed by all.

The goblins wielded rusted chipped swords and daggers with their weapons showing signs of excessive use but little maintenance.

Many carried crude catapults with small sacks of stones slung over their shoulders.

Despite their sheer numbers, they were poorly equipped.

Velcy was less affected and shifted closer to Ethan as her instincts warned her that violence was inevitable.

Ethan exhaled softly and his fingers curled into fists. He had seen enough.

Be ready, you two. Stay close to me. If I dive into the horde, remain near the old driver.

Virelle and Velcy barely moved at his sound transmission but their gazes sharpened as they acknowledged his command.

After two years of fighting together, they no longer needed verbal confirmation.

The goblin commander's eye twitched. His instincts screamed that something was wrong.

A newly advanced Crystal Formation warrior like himself should have had the upper hand here yet something about the boy's unwavering confidence unsettled him.

Something's off…

His arrogance and pride warred with his instincts but ultimately, survival won as he had relied on them for decades.

"Encircle them!" he bellowed.

The goblins hesitated, confused by the sudden change in orders, but fear of their leader spurred them into motion.

The goblins began to spread out and their grotesque forms shifted like shadows as they moved to encircle Ethan, Virelle, and Velcy.

The air grew heavy with the stench of sweat and rot and their yellow eyes gleamed with hunger and malice.

But just as the first goblin stepped forward, Ethan's gaze flickered, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Now!"

His voice cut through the tension like a blade.

In one fluid motion, Ethan raised his right hand to a ninety-degree angle holding his broken saber that gleamed dully in the moonlight.

At the broken tip, a small dark orb began to form as it swirled with icy energy.

It condensed into a bullet-shaped projectile as its surface crackled with dark magic.

With his precision honed from countless battles in his previous life, Ethan fired it toward the goblin commander lurking at the back of the horde.