Chapter 91 91: Demon Whelp Part - 2

Roars, screams and an agonising cry filled the area.

Grogthar trembled in rage, his lower body pooled with black, sticky blood holding onto himself with a single hand while his giant axe smashed down with a thud.

"Y-you vile wretch!"

"Heh," Zell responded.

As if to mock the goblin, his face contained no concern or guilt as he lowered down, with tensing muscles, before he burst forward, holding his axe above his head, tearing through the air with each step moving over a metre.

The goblin's eyes darted for a moment to find his figure, only a cloud of dust left before him. But then snapped out of it, taking a deep breath, trying to desperately ignore the pain in his loins, as the figure of the black armoured male appeared, his axe swinging down.

Yet time seemed to have stopped; his body didn't hurt, and all his thoughts became faster; Grogthar was stunned for a moment.

"Would you like power?" A distorted voice sounded in the goblin's ear suddenly.

It was a little strange that time seemed to flow slower around him; a female's voice sounded in his ears, seductive and dominating all his senses. 'this woman is the one!'

This voice gave him the power to think; it was the voice that created him.

And so, he was now in great spirits.

'Give me everything; let me have revenge!'

"Fufu, a greedy little goblin, aren't you? Very well," said the voice as it faded, becoming distant.

The goblin stood tall, his body wracked with pain as he felt the extreme power coursing through his veins. His muscles bulged and stretched, the veins in his arms standing out like steel cords.

Crack, splutter. His former bones cracked apart before they regrew stronger, and the organs and muscles tore apart before reforming stronger.

The wounds on his skin closed up before his very eyes, the healing powers of the fierce energy he had been imbued with working their magic.

'Such power! I, Grogthar, am mighty!'

With each passing moment, the goblin's power grew, his body becoming more robust and resilient. He could feel the raw strength in his muscles, the primal energy that flowed through him. The goblin's eyes blazed with a fierce light, a light that promised destruction to anyone who dared to stand in his way.

But despite his newfound strength, the goblin was still in pain; his body was wracked with spasms as the energy continued to surge. He gritted his teeth, determined not to let the pain defeat him.

Suddenly, time restarted as the soft breeze blew away his cracked skin and bloody waste, shock painted on the handsome male's face as he approached.

The goblin raised his hand as he saw the fierce axe come slamming down, aiming to hit his head; he blocked the axe with his hand, his body trembling with the effort, but he managed to hold and stop it.

Grogthar - HP: 30

Grogthar let out a fierce roar, and his voice echoed through the darkness; the goblin had passed the test and shown his explosive power.

Bang, with a powerful blow, a fist smashed into Zell's chest, cracking several ribs.

Using his axe to slow his body's flight speed, he tore apart the ground and filled the floor with a deep trench.

The axe vanished into a black mist after finishing its best effort to stop his body.

But in the end, his Zell could only roll along the ground on his side, the sheer power of the blow causing him to feel dizzy and winded, luckily the light speed of his rolling allowed him to use the momentum to rise to his feet,

His breath was rough, looking at the colossal goblin that had now approached him.

"Fuck! that hurt..."

After a flick of his wrists, the great axe once against materialised.

Zell quickly reorganised himself as a colossal fist ripped through the air and smashed towards his face; he could barely move his head to the left, dodging the blow; however, the wind afterwards cut through his face like sharp blades.

Black flames circled his left gauntlet as he smashed it into the goblin's exposed abdomen, yet feeling like he punched cement before the fire started to engulf the goblin, which bashed into him, sending Zell staggering back several steps.

Grogthar - HP:245

'It seems flames are useful!'

If magic is his weakness, then he would need the help of Cryska, turning his body to the side and kicking himself further away as Grogthar began to swat the area around him to remove the smoke and flames.

The moment he got some distance, he began to channel his mana, forging a whirling flame around his axe; although this didn't add much, it would at least allow his weapon to deal magic damage with each blow.

"Cryska! Griselda!"

Roaring through the dark towards the forest, he called the pair.

A sudden howl followed before the beautiful succubus appeared, her eyes golden and fixated on her Master and desired man.

"Encircle him; allow Cryska to bombard him with her magic! Please don't allow him to strike you. Keep maximum distance; can you do it?"

Zell moved his gaze towards the goblin and finally started to douce the black flames as they charred half his torse, causing more damage but also causing the demon to feel enraged with its bulging muscles throbbing.

Grogthar - HP:150

"Wan!" (Leave it to this Lady, she will keep Lady Cryska safe!)

'This big goblin is so strong, Master... your little wolf is no coward, but she cannot fight it head-on! She is so glad you only wanted this!'

"Master! Let my shadows rend his flesh!"

He tightly grasped his axe, stepping back several steps and narrowing his eyes as he watched the wolf and succubus circle around towards the goblin's rear, as it focused upon himself thanks to his taunting talent.

But he didn't respond to her; seeing the monster prepare to fight, Zell decided to use a skill he had worried about before.