Chapter 309 – The Weak Meat
These days, the habit of thinking complicatedly has gotten worse. I don’t like complicated things, I would have liked doing everything simply.
Yeah, nothing complicated. Let’s not complicate things.
There’s nothing wrong with killing the goblins anyway, and it’s good if we can get clues about the mysterious enemy we’re looking for in the nest or whatever while clearing the goblins.
Beat once.
“Good. Am I first?”
“Yes. If you kill me in one blow, I’ll explode right away.”
Seeing that Natalya nodded, she grabbed the blade of the dagger that Roin pulled from her bosom. Then, as if measuring distance before throwing, he gently moved his arm back and forth… Threw!
The dagger, which drew a beautifully neat trajectory, lodged in the mouth of the goblin who was yawning with its mouth wide open.
Grasp! Judging by the sound, it seems to have penetrated the spine.
Then, before his body even fell to the floor, Natalya’s magical energy began to move.
It rubs the warm corpse’s intestines, accelerating decomposition. The goblin’s abdomen, like a bare, skinny branch, quickly swelled up, and at the same time as it collapsed on the floor! And made a blast of air.
The goblin standing next to him collapsed as his comrade’s ribs pierced his entire body without knowing why.
“Whee, that’s neat…”
Germi, who was watching from behind her, blew a small whistle in admiration.
“Of course. The skills of the two are certain.”
“It was Natalia and Roin who did well, but why are you pretending to be proud… ?”
“Move over such trivial things~”
I crouched down behind the bushes and stood up, tired from waiting. It feels good to see the goblins lying on the floor.
“Hehe, these dog-like goblins, it feels good to see them becoming kinder.”
Also, people should do good things and live. What a sacred task it is to make naughty goblin puppies good!
“Kihihi…”
“Hmm? Live this?”
Hearing the sound from the floor, he lowered his head and saw the man who had been hit by a corpse explosion crawling on the floor.
A subtle sense of deja vu. Yes, this happened before when I went to catch a goblin with a request from a farm.
Even then, a goblin that was hit by a corpse explosion was still alive, so I killed it myself.
Corpse Explosion is a powerful and good spell.
However, its power was not determined by Natalia’s magic power, but by the size of her corpse. If you try to explode the small, skinny goblin’s body, the damage must be at this level.
The feeling of the scythe in his hand was clear.
Shall we go back to etiquette physical therapist, Han Seong-gi? Let me make this guy nicer myself.
Holding the scythe, I walked towards the goblin crawling on the floor.
The guy, with large and small bone fragments embedded all over his body, including his abdomen, face, and nape, is somehow crawling towards the nest with his ugly body.
Its actions are not intended to spread danger to allies within its nest. It’s just a homing instinct to avoid the fear of death and head for a safe and comfortable nest.
“Such a naughty bastard! Letting your colleagues know about the danger should be your top priority!”
Oh, what a selfish act! I get so angry! I want to stick a scythe through his stomach right now!
This goblin was guarding the entrance to the nest. What does it mean It means that you have to be vigilant whether there is danger in the nest or not!
However, this guy failed to be vigilant and failed to inform his comrades of the danger of our foreign enemy! Just before dying on such a subject, he thought of going back to his nest and resting! I can’t forgive you!
Soldiers who fail vigilance cannot be forgiven!
“Hey, you bastard! Take responsibility for failing vigilance!”
Like playing golf, he lowered his scythe and swung it toward the goblin’s flank.
“Kit… !”
Is there a hole in the lung? A sharp scythe point was thrust into his side, but the goblin couldn’t even scream, and he vomited air bubbles from his mouth, foaming blood.
Struggling with his limbs, he pulled out his scythe and moved it, but the sharper the scythe opened the wound, spilling blood and entrails onto the floor.
“Ugh, the smell…”
I’ve heard stories of people packing their excrement when they feel threatened with death. Whether that’s true, yellow liquid and brown lumps drip from between the goblin’s legs.
“You can’t even pee and poop! Have you seen such an unlearned bastard!”
Oddly enough, I can’t help but get angry when I see goblins. Seeing these worms worse than worms makes me so angry!
Concentrating a little more on his hand gripping his scythe, I feel the blood flowing through his body. Hot, pulsating blood rushes out of an open hole in the abdomen where the pressure is relatively low. No, it does not flow out, but pours out and seeps into the ground.
I feel the blood seeping through the soil. And pull them up slowly. The goblin’s body, which had been trembling as it poured excrement and urine, began to wither.
I wonder if the amount of mana he possessed was too much. He is distinctly different from when he absorbed Drake’s blood.
I don’t even say goodbye to the liver.
“After… You guys don’t deserve my etiquette training. Go to hell! Go and get an education from King Yeomra!”
When I looked back while making such nonsensical noises, I saw steel skeletons.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”
The front can be left to the steel skeleton. At the level of a goblin, you couldn’t scratch the body of a steel skeleton anyway. It’s like an iron chariot.
“Do you want to go in now?”
“I am ready.”
Natalya answers my murmur.
I glanced around to check on the others.
Trisian was looking this way with his shield and dagger in hand. He’s wearing a helmet so we don’t see his face, but that probably means he’s ready.
“What about Germi?”
“Yes, I am ready.”
“…”
Germi cracks her knuckles and warms her body. Of course, she’ll push the steel skeleton in front of her, so there’s no problem, but if she did, she’d beat the goblin to death with her bare fists?
She won’t be weak Even with her bare fists, she has enough destructive power to break the head of a steel skeleton.
Still, still, isn’t her bare hand a bit like that? What to do if you get hurt!
“Are you bare fisted?”
“Hey, are you bare-fisted? I am Al Germiya. A mixed blood of beastmen who received tiger blood.”
“But wouldn’t bare hands be dangerous?”
“Ugh, look at this.”
Germi held out the back of her hand to me.
“Why are the backs of your hands?”
As soon as he said that question, Germi’s hand changed.
Orange and black hairs similar to hers sprouted, and Germi’s hand turned into a tiger’s paw.
His sharp claws certainly seem capable of ripping through a creature’s hide and exposing its meat.
“This?”
“Partial handprint. Have you seen it before?”
“Before… ? Ah.”
It must have been Herendal, Germi’s older brother.
When first encountered, Herendal had the arms and legs of a beast. When he was attacked by a troll skeleton and had his arms cut off, his limbs reverted to human ones when he passed out.
Is that a partial handprint?
“This is a partial hand print.”
After blinking once, Germi’s hand returned to its original pretty hand.
“Well, I have weak beastman blood, so I can’t completely become a beastman like Hergel or stay in the form of a beastman like Herendal for a long time, but…”
“Still, a prisoner is a prisoner… ?”
“Of course.”
If that’s the case, you won’t have to worry about it even if you’re bare-handed. Well, who cares about whom? Take good care of my body.
At this point, Natalia, Trisian, and Germi were all ready. All that remains is Roin… Taking a peek, Roin is pulling out the dagger stuck in the mouth of the goblin whose abdomen has been torn apart.
“Aren’t you chosen well?”
“Ah, yes. It must have been caught between the vertebrae, uh, my hands are damp.”
I forcibly open the goblin’s mouth, put my hand inside it, and try to pull out the dagger, but it doesn’t seem to work.
You damn goblin! I can’t stand the thought of daring to eat Roin’s pretty hand.
“How about cutting off the jaw and pulling it out?”
“Oh, is that so?”
In my opinion, Roin took out another dagger from his bosom. Then he stabbed the goblin in the jaw joint.
The sound of a straight, bone breaks, and slowly falls off the jaw. It seems that it became easier to move when the space to move the hand was secured. The old man struggled to pull out the dagger while shaking it from side to side.
“Ugh… Phew I just pulled it out. Ugh, goblin spit on my hands. Smell…”
The sharp teeth embedded in the jaw joint that fell off are black in the middle. He probably never brushed his teeth. You dirty goblins.
“It would be nice to have something to clean…”
All that caught my eye was a small piece of leather covering the goblin’s insignificant crotch. It is also covered with blood and intestines from the aftermath of the explosion of the corpse.
Roin also looked at it, closed his eyes tightly, and wiped his hands on an area that was as clean as possible and wiped the blood from the dagger.
“Ugh, I’ll have to wash it with water later. Your hands smell.”
There’s no way that hunting can be neat and old-fashioned.
