Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

Level 43

[Class] Lord of Noble Herds

[Skills Held] "Herd Leader", "Will to Reject", "Roar of Intimidation", "Sword moves C +", "Greed", "Wandering Souls"

[Adoration] Goddess of the Underworld (Artesia)

[Attributes] Darkness, death

"Damn... you monsters!

A red-haired swordsman reminiscent of a shoreline. Do you realize the trembling voice? When that voice makes my mind aggressive, I can't help it. Or inciting the anxiety of those who shelter on their backs.

"Get out!"

A bunch of bush-shaking men surround surviving humans.

He roughs up his voice at the intimidation and slaps the stick in his hand to the ground.

As such, the blood draws away from his face.

Now, it was the nun who was supposed to be hiding behind the female swordsman who caught my attention thinking about how to do it.

The light flowing out of her hand envelops the fallen ax-held man, while the blood that was flowing stops.

"Heal the universal."

On that side with my eyelids closed, I could see for an instant.

Inhuman, unprovoked elegance, as if it eliminated almost any of a person's desires.

It should be at a height that you can never reach, that's... it was right in front of me now.

Hoshi.

A hand stretched from the bottom of my thirst shakes my gut.

I want to poke my knee on the spot right now, drool my head and fall at its feet. If you can pick up the flowers, or your current status, your ambitions, etc.

I shake my head with a strong meditation on my eyes.

Someone's will intervenes in my will. That's all it feels like to be nauseous.

My head, offended by the cries and the cries of sorrow, seemed to burn.

A thirst that can even be called the madness of a painful end, in search of a loved one, tightens my neck.

"Who are you?

Even hate and scowl at someone you can't see.

I suppress my head and raise my sword to the pain of entering the cerebral marrow--or directly eroding my soul.

A mouth that exhales pneumonia is so hot that it only exhales hate.

The tip of my sword as I exhale my rough breath sways between my will and the erosion of pain.

"I'm Lecia Fer Zier. I am a follower of the Goddess of Healing (Zenobia)."

Eyes that remind me of purple crystals capture me. The name of the goddess of healing (Zenobia), that's all I am - something in me screams.

"GruuuaAaaaaaaaa!!!

"Uh-oh!

A woman swordsman poked at the gap.

A big, upper-level blow hits my lowered head.

But it's late. My long sword, which I shook up reflexively, collides with the sword the female swordsman shook down.

My sword, better than my arm, bounced off the sword of a woman with centrifugal power. With the recoil of overpowering, my arm screams, but I don't have time for that right now.

As it is, the female swordsman crashes to the ground without having time to rebuild his posture.

But I should go after him. I was on my knees on the ground.

Cut off your own knees with a long sword and draw your consciousness back to my side by bleeding.

Kill...

This woman needs to be killed right now, or I'll be eaten and killed.

That idea, which should also be called intuition, flickers in my brain.

Before looking at it with the intent to kill, there is a figure of the Virgin who cannot help but drown her head.

"Run, please. Lady Lecia."

When you gently shake your head at the words of a woman swordsman who cannot move satisfactorily with a wound.

"Abandoning you… healing the common (heels)"

A healing swordsman's wound to see.

"Cook Cook......"

The word that leaked out of my mouth was a low mockery.

Eat and kill?

I laugh at my thoughts myself.

Don't be ridiculous......

You're kidding me!

I'll be king!

It's impossible to drool your head at anyone.

Even though it may be the Virgin, it may be the Gods!!

"Capture him. Never get your hands on me!

The figure of the Virgin that my eyes capture when I run blood. I ordered my men to capture them.

I'll show you beyond.

You can't be allowed to interfere with my will!

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[Skill] The Will of Rebellion has evolved (ranked up) into the skill Rebellion Will.

Relieves spiritual oppression from the top as well as demons.

It weakens spiritual dependence from the goddess of the underworld.

Prevents spiritual aggression from the goddess of the Underworld.

The weakening of the spiritual aggression from the Goddess of the Underworld relieves the impulse for the Goddess of Healing.

[Skills] The Wandering Soul changes.

I got Lonely Souls. I got The King's Heart I.

[Skills] Your loyalty from your men rises as a result of getting Lonely Souls. less affected by the will of the gods.

[Skill] As a result of gaining King's Heart I, as long as you raise your name + use the same weapon as your enemy, you gain 20% Muscle Strength, 20% Agility UP, and 20% Damage Reduction.

[Skill] I got "Blue Snake Eye". If the number of enemies is less than their own subordinates, they are not limited to levels and see through their weaknesses.

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