*Ok, so now you know the full story of how the system gave me to you. Now to answer your question directly. We will defeat The Horsemen, I have no doubts about it. I've done it before, and that was when they were way more powerful than they are now. They haven't been in this world long enough to build up their strength. They haven't fully unlocked their potential. Neither have we, but we've been on the path for longer than they have. But if we want to do this and survive, we need to do it soon, and you need to listen to me.*

Ok, I'm all ears. I don't see how we come out of this encounter alive, seeing as I got my ass handed to me the last time.

*Well, that's because that wasn't really a fight. You weren't prepared to face someone of that level. You didn't know your opponent. Now you do. It's still going to be an extremely difficult fight, but if we work together we can do it. And I mean really work together. I know it's going to be tough trying to defeat a Horseman of the Apocalypse with randomly summoned monsters but trust me when I say we can do it.*

Alright, I'm all in. I don't have much of a choice, I either fight this thing and win, or we all die anyway. So how are we going to do this?

*You're thinking of them as some form of All-powerful Super beings. This is a false understanding. They are just like everyone else, albeit a little stronger. They can bleed and die just like any other monster you have fought. Just think of them as Legendary Bosses. We've beaten bosses, we can do this. Are you with me?*

This is crazy but, hell count me in! Let's go fight a Boss!

*That's the spirit, Bobby-boy. It's going to take everything we have and we are still going to need help. Go to the Goblins and ask for their assistance.*

Bob, finished with his conversation with a sentient artifact, snapped back to reality. He noticed Grobbit just staring at him with a perplexed look on his face.

"You good, Bob? You've been kind of blankly staring at the wall for a bit now."

"Yes, I'm good. I was just discussing a plan with the Rolodex."

"The Rolodex?" Grobbit asked while looking at me even more strangely.

"You mean The Summoners Rolodex?"

"Uh, Yeah? How do you know what that is?"

"I barely know anything more than its name and fragments of its legend. We might just have a chance after all if it's as powerful as the legends say it is."

"Ok, well the plan is... Well, the plan is kind of a horrible plan and not much of a plan at that. But I'm going to fight Pestilence. I just need help. The Rolodex and I can't do it alone, at least not yet. We aren't quite strong enough to Solo something of this magnitude."

"What do you need us to do?"

"You'll help me?"

"How could we not help you? You are a friend to us Goblins. This is our home, what manner of beings would we be if we refused to defend it?"

"Alright, so here's the plan. I'll..."

Before Bob could even begin to tell them the plan, they were interrupted by a voice that boomed through the Goblin Village.

"You can not hide from me. I am Pestilence, the Bringer of Ills. None shall escape the plague I bring forth. I will end all life in this world."

Bob, Grobbit, and the rest of the Goblins were stricken with fear. They weren't ready for this encounter yet. Bob hadn't even told them the plan yet. Bob rushed outside in a panic alongside the other Goblins. There they spotted Pestilence, rot, and sickness radiating off him, standing there waiting for his prey to come out and play.

"Grobbit, you and the healers make sure that you do everything in your power to cleanse the poisons from any afflicted. The rest of you stay back and attack from range. If any of you besides the healers know any combat magic, cast it. We need to stay as safe as we possibly can against this dastardly foe."

"Got it. Good luck, everyone."

Bob's Goblin allies were a fierce and determined force, shooting arrows and throwing spears at Pestilence with impressive accuracy. The air was thick with the sound of twanging bows and whistling projectiles as the goblins aimed to strike their target. Some of the goblins jumped and ducked to avoid Pestilence's attacks, their nimble movements allowing them to dodge the creature's poison-imbued arrows.

Meanwhile, others stood their ground, bracing themselves as they prepared to unleash their weapons. The arrows flew straight and true, piercing Pestilence's thick hide and causing him to grunt in irritation. The spears landed with a satisfying thud, eliciting cheers from the goblins as they scored a direct hit. Despite the danger and chaos, the Goblins never lost their focus, and their relentless assault was a testament to their unwavering loyalty to each other and their world.

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As the battle raged on, the goblins' coordination and tactics began to show. Some of the smaller and more agile goblins took up positions on Pestilence's flanks, darting in and out of melee range to harass the creature and distract it from their more heavily-armed brethren. Others circled around to the rear, peppering Pestilence with arrows from behind while it was distracted by the frontal assault. Despite Pestilence's large health bar and strength, the goblins were unrelenting in their attacks, determined to bring the beast down at all costs.

Goblins started to fall ill, despite their best efforts to avoid the attacks of Pestilence. They could only dodge arrows for so long before the odds caught up with them. More goblins fell arrows sticking out of them in random places. They had done a respectable amount of damage to Pestilence with their barrage of attacks, but Pestilence's retaliation was swift and rageful. A large chunk of the Goblins had been hit by at least one of his arrows. They were being shot so fast that it appeared like they were just materializing inside of Goblins.

Grobbit, along with his team of skilled healers, worked tirelessly to heal and cleanse the goblins who had been hit by Pestilence's poison-imbued arrows. They used all of their knowledge and expertise to try and save as many lives as possible, but unfortunately, the sheer virulence of the poison proved too much for them to handle. Despite their best efforts, they were unable to save all of the goblins who had been hit. Pestilence's deadly accuracy with the bow had caused devastation, and even the most skilled healers were no match for the deadly combination of his arrows and poison. Nonetheless, Grobbit and his healers remained committed to their mission, determined to do all that they could to alleviate the suffering of those affected by the attack.

Bob activated The Summoners Rolodex summon monster feature and hoped it was something good for the battle ahead. It did the familiar roulette wheel, and as it locked in a card, he saw that it was the Hoarfrosticcoon card. The multiplier roulette appeared and it locked in with a 10x multiplier. Bob couldn't believe his luck. Suddenly, 10 beautiful, cute, and cuddly, blue Hoarfrosticcoons appeared in front of Bob, ready to fight.

They wasted no time and started hitting Pestilence with beams of frost from their mouths. Snowball saw them using ice attacks and happily joined in, adding his own ice-breath attack to theirs. The combined power of their ice breath hit Pestilence hard, doing a significant amount of damage and inflicting the chilled status effect on him. The stacks kept growing higher as the Hoarfrosticcoons and Snowball kept hitting him with ice breath, slowing down his movement and attack speed with each passing moment. Bob knew they were gaining the upper hand now and felt confident about their chances of winning the battle.

As Pestilence struggled to move and attack, Bob and his allies took advantage of the situation and unleashed a barrage of attacks. Fireballs, lightning bolts, and ice spears flew toward Pestilence, hitting him from all sides. The Hoarfrosticcoons continued to hit him with their frosty breath, adding to the stacks of the chilled status effect. Snowball was having a blast, enjoying every bit of the rush of the battle. He kept using his ice breath attack, freezing Pestilence's movements even more.

The stacks of the chilled status effect had reached 40, and Pestilence was barely able to move. His attacks had slowed to nearly zero, and if he did manage to attack, it came so infrequently that it was easy to avoid. Pestilence found himself in a perilous situation, buried under numerous stacks of the Chilled debuff, rendering him almost immobile and severely limiting his ability to attack. The Goblins, seizing the opportunity, launched a frenzied assault, determined to inflict maximum damage.

Meanwhile, the Hoarfrosticcoons and Snowball persisted in their relentless barrage of ice-breath attacks, causing the chilled debuff to accumulate even more rapidly. Finally, to everyone's surprise, the chilled debuff reached its maximum stack limit and transformed into the frozen debuff, rendering Pestilence completely incapable of movement or attack. Taking advantage of their opponent's predicament, the Goblins continued their assault with renewed vigor.

Pestilence was struggling to break free from the icy prison that had trapped him, but his efforts were in vain. The frozen debuff had taken hold of him completely, leaving him vulnerable and exposed to the relentless onslaught of the Goblins. The Hoarfrosticcoons and Snowball continued to unleash their ice breath attacks with deadly precision, each hit ensuring that frozen debuff stayed active on Pestilence. Despite the overwhelming odds against him, Pestilence refused to give up. With every ounce of strength, he could muster, he tried to break free from the icy prison that held him captive, but to no avail. The Goblins, sensing victory, attacked with reckless abandon, determined to finish off their enemy once and for all.

Grobbit and the healers were determined to help those who were still suffering from Pestilence's poisons. They focused all their energy on using their magic to heal and cleanse the affected individuals. Taking advantage of the break-in attacks, they tirelessly cast their spells, channeling their power toward the sick and wounded. However, the task proved to be incredibly demanding, and eventually, Grobbit and the healers collapsed onto the ground, completely exhausted from expending so much energy. Despite the physical toll it took on them, their efforts were not in vain, as they managed to save countless lives and help restore hope to the Goblins still fighting.

Hey, Rolodex! You better scan him like right now. Pretty soon you won't be able to.

*Ok, Initiating Scan now! I would love to add this little shit to my collection. He's been a pain in my ass for eons.*

*SCAN COMPLETE*

*PESTILENCE INTEGRATED*

*Ok, Bob-o do whatever crazy ass idea has popped into your head and let's get this battle over with!*

Ok, Rolodex just watch this and then you and I are going to have a long discussion.

Bob knew it was time to strike the final blow. With a wicked smile on his face, he ran up to the frozen statue that was Pestilence, the dreaded Horseman of the Apocalypse. Yelling for the Goblins to get back, Bob leaped into the air. In mid-air, he activated his Slapstick ability, and the familiar blue stick materialized in his hands. As he brought the glowing stick down with all his might on top of Pestilence's frozen skull, he yelled, "GO TO HELL!"

The stick connected with Pestilence's head and dematerialized into motes of energy. The once-feared Horseman and his donkey shattered into shards of ice and dust, expanding into a large cloud, while Bob stood there motionless, catching his breath after the intense battle. Finally, he smiled to himself, knowing that he had saved this world from certain destruction.

At least for now.