The elder goblin's sudden incantations and the defensive measures of his followers posed a significant alarm, disrupting the momentum of our assault. The makeshift barrier formed by the goblins, a chaotic amalgamation of shields, magic, and bodies, was a testament to their desperation to shield their leader from harm. As I directed my vampiric bolts toward the elder goblin, the wall of protection around him proved formidable. My bolts, infused with dark power and hunger, clashed against the goblin defenses, sapping the life force from those unfortunate enough to be caught in their path. However, the sheer numbers and determination of the goblins slowed the bolts' progress, preventing them from reaching their intended target.
Frustration gnawed at me as I witnessed the elder goblin's chant continue unabated, his spellwork weaving threads of arcane power in defiance of our onslaught. The din of battle raged around us, the clash of steel, the roar of demons, and the cries of the dying merging into a cacophony of war. Realizing that a direct assault on the elder goblin would be futile amidst the protective barrier, I sought to disrupt his concentration through indirect means. I commanded the demons under my control to focus their attacks on weakening the goblin defenses, targeting vulnerable spots, and exploiting gaps in the makeshift wall.
The Hellhound, being empowered by blood, unleashed torrents of flame upon the goblin barrier, seeking to melt shields and scatter ranks. The summoned demons, each a harbinger of terror and destruction, joined in the assault with their infernal powers, tearing through the goblin defenses with relentless ferocity.
Then a sudden disturbance in my detection skill sent a chill down my spine, a grim realization dawning upon me as I witnessed the corpses of fallen goblins stirring to unholy life. The elder goblin's chanting, growing in intensity, seemed to fuel this dark resurrection magic, animating the deceased warriors into a macabre army of the undead.
As the lifeless forms rose from the blood-soaked ground, their eyes devoid of warmth, a new threat emerged amidst the chaos of battle. Once vanquished by our onslaught, the slain goblins of the horde now stood again, their bodies twisted vessels of dark magic and necromantic power.
"I'll match your escalation with the relentless fury of hell itself." I declared, my voice carrying the weight of my determination and rage.
With swift commands, I summoned additional Hellhounds and Fire Imps, directing them to deal with the encroaching undead menace that threatened our rear. The Hellhounds, creatures born of flame and ferocity, leaped into action, their jaws snapping at the undead ranks while their fiery breath engulfed the corpses in cleansing fire. The Fire Imps, reveling in the chance to unleash their infernal flames, danced amidst the resurrected goblins, turning decayed flesh to ash with each fiery blast. Since I am not sure how to deal with the undead in this world I will burn them to ash.
Meanwhile, I tasked the Hellspawn Impalers with a crucial mission—to harvest as much blood as possible from the chaotic battlefield. Their cruel spears dripped with the essence of life as they impaled goblins and drained them dry, the blood fueling our dark powers and increasing our numbers. As I focused on maintaining control over the summoned demons and coordinating our assault, I also employed Hemorrhage, which inflicted a bleeding curse upon the goblins surrounding each Hellspawn Impaler. Despite the toll it took on my reserves of magical power, the strategic use of Hemorrhage weakened the enemy lines, sowing discord and bleeding their forces dry.
The arrival of the Giant Goblin, a hulking behemoth among its kin, drew the attention of both allies and enemies alike. Its bulging muscles on its arms and legs, gave off an imposing stature hinted at raw physical strength, while its fat-streaked stomach spoke of indulgence and excess in a world rife with conflict. Throwing a quick insight at it yielded some information. Red Goblin Prince Lv2/50, Big Eater Lv48/50 Rank-F, Over Eater: The one who eats.
As the Gnasher, empowered and armored by my dark magic, confronted the Giant Goblin, the clash between titans began to unfold amidst the chaos of battle. The Gnasher, a creature of a nightmare given physical form, roared its challenge, its eyes gleaming with malicious intent as it prepared to face this new threat head-on. The Gnasher was faster, but I was unsure of anything else since they were both the same rank.
As the Gnasher lunged with deadly intent, its wickedly sharp claws aimed to rend through the Giant Goblin's defenses, the sheer force of their clash sent shockwaves rippling through the earth. Each blow exchanged was a testament to the raw power and ferocity of these monstrous combatants, their battle a spectacle of primal aggression and dark prowess. Despite the Giant Goblin's size and bulk, the Gnasher's augmented abilities and my strategic commands turned the tide in our favor. The demon's armor, infused with dread and death, proved resilient against the brute force of the Giant Goblin's attacks, while its strikes, fueled by my dark empowerment, sought to exploit weaknesses and vulnerabilities in its colossal opponent.
The Hellhound and Fire Imps were still engaged in combating the undead and while they were dealing with that, the Impalers and I drained the blood from goblins when there was no more blood the Hellhound I rode on burned them to ash.
The sheer resilience and raw power displayed by the Giant Goblin Prince were indeed impressive, a testament to its singular focus on physical might at the expense of other attributes. As the clash between the Gnasher and the Giant Goblin Prince intensified, it became clear that brute force alone would not be enough to overcome this behemoth of a foe. While the Giant Goblin Prince's Vit and Str bolstered its defenses and striking power, its singular thoughts to investment left openings and weaknesses in other areas like Agi and Int. I observed it as it fought and it was stupid and slow repeating the same movements so even the Gnasher was getting used to him. With the battle against the Giant Goblin Prince and the Gnasher raging on, I directed the demons under my command to engage the remaining goblin forces with relentless ferocity. The Hellhounds, Fire Imps, Hellspawn Impalers, and the summoned demons unleashed a coordinated assault, their infernal powers and ruthless efficiency turning the tide of battle in our favor.
The Hellhounds, agile and vicious, darted among the goblins, their fiery breath and razor-sharp claws cutting through the ranks of foes. Fire Imps launched volleys of scorching flames, engulfing clusters of goblins in infernos that sapped their strength and will to fight. Hellspawn Impalers, fueled by bloodlust and empowered by dark magic, struck with precision and brutality, carving paths of destruction through the goblin lines. The summoned demons, eager for bloodshed and bound by the pact of summoning, added their might to the fray. The Hellspawn Impalers among them mirrored the ferocity of their counterparts, while the Shadow Imp provided stealthy support, picking off vulnerable targets and disrupting enemy formations.
As the battle unfolded, the tide turned decisively in our favor. The goblin forces, already weakened by earlier clashes and facing relentless assaults from demonic entities, began to falter and break under the onslaught. Their ranks thinned. I also lost a few Fire Imps when the Lightning Goblins focused on them since they were more fragile than the Hellhounds. This boosted the level of those Goblins by quite a lot making them even more dangerous, not wanting to let them grow even stronger I sent Shadow Imps and other assassin-like demons to deal with them quickly.
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Amidst this chaos, the clash between the Gnasher and the Giant Goblin Prince continued to echo with thunderous impacts and roars of defiance. The Gnasher, empowered by dark magic and guided by my commands, pressed the attack relentlessly, seeking any advantage or opening to exploit against the formidable foe.
As the numbers of the goblin forces dwindled and their resistance faltered, I kept a keen eye on the central duel, ready to intervene or provide support as needed. Victory was within reach, but the battle was far from over, and the outcome of this clash would determine the fate of this chaotic battleground.
Then from nowhere explosions rocking the ranks of the Hellspawn Impalers and Hellhounds caused chaos and disarray among our forces. The calculated strikes and disciplined maneuvers gave way to frantic dodges and desperate attempts to mitigate the damage caused by the exploding corpses.
The Hellspawn Impalers, skilled in combat but vulnerable to unexpected assaults, found themselves having to adapt quickly to this new danger. Their instincts honed by battle kicked in, and they began to prioritize avoiding the explosive corpses while still engaging the remaining goblins. The demonic entities, fueled by bloodlust and driven by my commands, adjusted their tactics on the fly, seeking cover when necessary and using their agility to evade the deadly blasts. Even with them adapting to the explosions some of them died causing me to summon more of them and encase them into armors of blood like the Gnasher. This limited my summoning ability as I was forced to conserve blood and think about using it more wisely.
The Hellhounds, with their enhanced senses and reflexes, fared slightly better against the explosions. Their fiery nature allowed them to withstand some of the blasts, although injuries and fatigue began to take their toll. I directed them to focus on harassing the older grey Goblin, aiming to disrupt its spellcasting and force it into defensive maneuvers.
As the explosions continued to wreak havoc amidst our ranks, I utilized my vampiric bolts and blood manipulation skills to create barriers and redirect some of the blasts away from critical areas. Every moment counted as we fought to regain control of the battlefield and neutralize the older grey Goblin's deadly tactics.
The Gnasher, locked in its fierce duel with the Giant Goblin Prince, remained focused on its opponent, both using its sheer strength and resilience to weather the explosive onslaught. The Gnasher took less damage from the explosions because of its thick hind and blood armor. The Prince's leather armor took most of the damage but was shredded in the process leaving it ruined and making the prince more vulnerable.
Amidst the chaos and danger, my mind raced with strategies, seeking vulnerabilities in the older grey Goblin's defenses and ways to counter its explosive assaults.
With blood pooling under the goblins' defenses, I tapped into my blood manipulation skills with a level of precision and intensity I hadn’t reached before. The pain was nothing It didn't even feel like it was there since I was used to pain that was far, far worse.
The condensed blood puddles transformed into deadly traps, their surfaces bristling with sharp spikes. As the goblins stood unaware in their makeshift fortifications, I unleashed my command, causing the blood spikes to erupt upwards with lethal force. The unexpected attack caught the goblins off guard. Screams and shouts filled the air as the spikes impaled and skewered multiple goblins in swift succession. The chaotic scene added another layer of confusion to the already tumultuous battlefield, breaking the last remnants of the goblins' organized defense.
Seizing the moment, I directed my demonic forces with renewed vigor. The Hellspawn Impalers, now wary of explosive corpses, utilized their newfound caution to avoid the traps while pressing their assault on vulnerable goblins. The Hellhounds, sensing the shift in momentum, redoubled their efforts, their fiery attacks driving back the goblins with relentless aggression. While I ripped more blood from the dead bodies to use for fortifying my demons.
As the goblins scrambled to respond to the sudden betrayal of their defenses, I focused on maintaining control over the blood spikes, ensuring they continued to target and eliminate threats to our advance. The Gnasher, locked in its fierce duel, benefited from the distraction caused by the chaos, landing heavy blows on the Giant Goblin Prince with renewed ferocity.
The older grey Goblin, realizing its plan had backfired, attempted to counter with dark spells and curses. But the tide had turned decisively against them. With the goblin forces in disarray and my demonic allies pressing the attack, our combined might surge forward, aiming to crush the opposition and claim victory on this blood-soaked battlefield.
Even as the pain and strain of my extended use of powers weighed on me I just laughed as I watched them all die so fast. Every drop of blood shed, every cry of pain, fueled my resolve to emerge triumphant and assert my dominance over this chaotic domain.
I was now able to see what its race was called and the class and rank of the older goblin. NecroGob Lv14/50, Necromancer Lv9/50 Rank-F. Even if It was a Rank-F monster it seemed very weak physically and stronger with the magical side. The curses and dark spells unleashed by the NecroGob added another layer of complexity to the battlefield. Their mastery over necromancy posed a direct threat not only to our physical forms.
The Hellspawn Impalers, now seasoned by combat experience and driven by their bloodlust, engaged the summoned undead with precision strikes. Their weapons, infused with demonic energies, disrupted the NecroGob's attempts to control the fallen goblins, severing the necromantic tethers and sending dark energies scattering.
The Hellhounds, their fiery aura intensified by the ongoing conflict, targeted the cursed energies unleashed by the NecroGob, consuming and nullifying them with voracious flames. Their relentless assault created openings in the enemy lines, allowing my vampiric bolts to strike true and weaken the NecroGob's concentration.
As for the Gnasher, still locked in its brutal duel with the Giant Goblin Prince, it faced renewed challenges as the cursed energies of the NecroGob interfered with its movements. Yet, with sheer determination and raw strength, the Gnasher held its ground, trading devastating blows with its formidable opponent.
I, too, focused my attention on countering the NecroGob's spells. Drawing upon my blood manipulation skills, I created barriers of condensed blood to deflect incoming curses and dark projectiles. The blood, infused with my resolve and fury, acted as a shield against the malevolent magic. Its magic was stronger than mine by a lot, as Each spell broke four or more shields at a time If I didn't angle them right. My bolt did almost nothing to him at all. I could feel a faint life force flow into me from each bolt, but I could see that it was not even close to dying at all.
Amidst the chaos and clash of powers, the tide of battle ebbed and flowed. The NecroGob, formidable as it was, faced a united front of demonic might and my growing prowess. Every tactic, every maneuver, was calculated to exploit weaknesses and capitalize on openings in the enemy's defenses.
The battle raged on, a symphony of violence and dark magic colliding in a cacophony of screams and roars.