Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

The commander's eyes widened as his instincts screamed at him in warning.

At the last possible moment, he ducked his head sideways and the dark bullet grazed his neck before slamming into his shoulder.

The impact was thunderous as it sent the massive goblin hurtling backward.

He crashed through trees and vanished into the deep shadows of the dark forest.

A faint trail of blood and splintered wood marked his path.

Seeing the goblin commander duck at the last fraction of a second, Ethan only felt a slight regret but he didn't stop.

His saber hummed as multiple dark energy bullets erupted from its broken edge.

This move was a mini version of his Shadow Frost Nova with added refinements inspired by the weapons of his previous life.

It required a sturdy and tough medium like his broken saber that was strong enough to handle the explosive gathering of his icy and dark magic energy and its eventual firing in short bursts.

This technique was a fusion of his dark magic and the sniping skills from his previous life and was deadly in its precision.

His broken saber which was sturdy enough to withstand the explosive energy was the perfect medium.

He still remembered the first time he had fired the Shadow Frost Nova from afar in his battle against the Umbra Spider on the Ebon Spire Peak.1

His mana veins and the flesh of his right arm had nearly been torn apart due to the explosive impact and rushed energy that had overwhelmed his mana veins.

In the last two years, he had destroyed many grade-one sabers while practicing and developing this move, which had similar principles to the firearms of his previous world.

It allowed him to utilize his sniping skills from his past life.

The goblins screeched in fury and pain as the bullets tore through their ranks.

One dark projectile shattered the skulls of three goblins in a single line as their brains splattered like overripe fruit.

A towering hobgoblin around six feet in height had its entire chest shattered and frozen when a well-aimed bullet pierced its heart.

The goblin horde faltered and their mad advance was momentarily broken by the sheer devastation in their ranks.

But they were relentless and soon resumed with an even greater fervor.

Dozens of stones flew toward the trio which were launched from by the ones wielding crude slingshots.

Ethan waved his hand and conjured a thick ice shield that hovered in the air before the trio.

It was mobile as it intercepted and deflected the stones effortlessly.

Behind him, Virelle and Velcy moved like shadows and began their attacks as they moved in a blur of crimson and silver.

Virelle's nails elongated into razor-sharp red claws that dripped with blood magic.

She tore through the nearest goblins with brutal efficiency as her movements were a deadly dance.

Velcy hair turned white and her ears and tail popped out and the air around her crackled with an almost visible white aura.

She moved and unleashed her claws as she ripped through the throats and guts of the goblins with feral precision.

Dark blood splattered across the clearing and the ground soon turned into a gruesome mosaic of gore.

Ethan remained at the rear as his focus was split between sniping the goblins and protecting his companions.

He remained in the back and carefully sniped the goblins who attempted to ambush Virelle and Velcy as their bodies collapsed mid-charge.

But a desire to feel his blade cutting through the vile creatures' throats flared in him, and he ceased firing more bullets.
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But as the battle raged on, a primal urge stirred within him.

It was a desire to feel his blade cutting through their flesh and to revel in the visceral thrill of close combat.

He stopped firing more bullets.

With a flick of his wrist, a dark chain erupted from his right palm and connected to his broken saber which soon dangled from its end like a deadly pendulum.

He spun the chain like a flail as the saber whirled through the air with lethal precision.

In one fluid motion, he leaped forward and the chain extended as he executed a full-circle swipe.

The saber's blade cut through the goblin ranks like a scythe through wheat and sent heads rolling and bodies crumpling to the ground.

To better control the chain and increase his efficiency, he rotated it with both hands as he cut through the goblin ranks like a farmer reaping his harvest.

The goblins screeched in terror and their ranks started breaking as Ethan's chain saber danced through the air.

He moved with calculated grace and the chain remained an extension of his will.

He suddenly dodged sideways as a small goblin's rusted sword sliced past his waist.

Ethan dodged without turning and his elbow slammed into the creature's skull with a burst of icy energy.

The goblin's head exploded like a watermelon as its body collapsed in a heap.

But the respite was short-lived.

A massive hobgoblin who was nearly seven feet tall charged at him with a roar with its giant bone club raised high.

Ethan's chain retracted in a flash as the hilt of his saber returned to his hand just in time.

He ducked under the swing and his body bent backward after which he delivered an upward slash.

The blade cut through the hobgoblin's torso in a diagonal arc which led to its body splitting apart with a sickening crunch.

Ethan didn't pause in his carnage.

With a flap of his Dark Storm wings, he soared into the air and flew above Virelle and Velcy's position who were slowly being overwhelmed by the sheer number of goblins.

In the air, he summoned a massive Shadow Frost Nova with its size double that of his head.

With full strength, he hurled it into the densest part of the horde.

The energy sphere moved like a beautiful comet in the night as it left a shining blue trail of icy mist.

Refer Chapter 35