Immediately, the golden light burst out, spreading outward like a wave, rippling toward the approaching Droc Goblins.
The instant it touched their skin—
PIIIIEEERCCCE
BUUUUURRRTT
It was like a heavy spear had been thrown toward them, instantly ripping apart the areas it touched in a loud burst of blood and bones.
The scene of a valiant charge turned into one of messy horror as the approaching Droc Goblins shot backward with speed, slamming into the hardened walls.
Organs and body parts flailed around, sending the flaming firelights in the hall crashing to the ground.
Their remains were quickly caught in the fire, and their unconscious or dead bodies began setting aflame, eliciting cries of agony.
Yet, it was only the beginning.
Without wasting an ounce of a second—
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The ground shook heavily as Morgaine took a single step forward and instantly shot outward with speed, appearing before the three Droc Guardians.
Their eyes flashed in shock at her horrific speed, but they wasted no time in replying with their attacks.
Immediately, a whip, a claw, and a punch slammed toward Morgaine—one heading for her head, another for her stomach, and the whip for her legs.
But in the next instant, she halted, creating a lapse in their attacks as both of her arms jerked backward.
A golden aura formed the phantom of a golden spearhand in her hands, and then—
"Ultimate Close Combat Art: Golden Phantom Blade!"
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!
The sound of space itself being sliced apart rang out as Morgaine’s sharpened hand tore forth with speed toward the two attacks.
CLAAAAANNG!
CLAAAAAAANG!
It was the sound of iron meeting iron before—
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!
The sound of flesh being torn and bones shattering into pieces rang out as the two Droc Guardians found her bladed hands tearing through their claws and fists.
In the next instant, they took a turn—ripping through into their hearts and tearing out from behind.
Blood seeped out uncontrollably as shock and horror flashed in their eyes when Morgaine ripped her hands out from their chests.
But in the next instant—
WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!
The whip roped around Morgaine’s legs tightly, the thorns in them digging into her clothes.
But the golden greaves she wore gave her protection from their harm.
In the next instant, the Drocgoblin Guardian pulled on the chains, sending Morgaine flying forward toward him.
Instantly, his hands reached for his side waist, bringing out a sharp red dagger, which he instantly slashed toward Morgaine’s neck the second she reached within his range.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!
The sound of space being sliced resonated through the realm as Morgaine watched the dagger move inches closer, promising to cleave her into two pieces.
But then—
RIPPPLLLLE
The crown she wore suddenly rippled before the golden shards quickly rearranged themselves, forming a mask over Morgaine’s face.
CLAAAAAAAANGGG!
SHATTTTTTEERRR!
It was the sound of iron striking against iron as the mask did its job, blocking the powerful blow and shattering the dagger into pieces before it also shattered apart.
But that was all Morgaine needed.
In the next instant, her body turned with speed, revolving thrice in a single second before—
WHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIP!
It was the sound of a whip slashing downward as Morgaine’s leg, like a whip, crashed toward the Droc Guardian’s head, slamming into his neck before he could react.
And then—
PLLLOOOPP!
Brain matter splashed all over the ground as Morgaine’s feet slammed the head into the ground, reducing the Drocgoblin guardian’s skull to nothing but a tomato paste with her stomp.
STEP!
STEP!
The sound of her footsteps echoed as she gently landed back on her feet, crouching on the ground before she slowly rose up.
Now, she was on top of the podium.
By her legs lay the dead body of the Droc Guardian, and behind her, the burning bodies of the other Droc Soldiers.
There was not a single living soul present—except for the figure who was merely a meter away from Morgaine, still sitting on his throne.
His eyes locked beyond her, seeing the devastation carved before her.
CLAAAAAP!
CLAAAAAP!
CLAAAAAP!
The sound of clapping rang out as the Drocgoblin King slammed his heavy palms together, a grin appearing on his face.
"Nice. Very nicely done. To take care of my pawns without as much as breaking a sweat."
"You’re not that bad compared to the best I’ve faced in my heyday!" the Drocgoblin King said.
But then—
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
A sudden explosion resonated through the area as waves spiraled out. And then—
CLAAAASSSSP!
The sound of flesh meeting flesh resounded as gauntlet-clad fists rested away from the beastly red face—grabbed unceremoniously by the huge palms.
The punch had been stopped.
Morgaine narrowed her eyes at the Drac King, who was slowly rising to his feet.
Towering about twice her height, an amorphous red wave of aura slowly began seeping out of him, crumbling the throne behind him.
"You should have waited a few more years, little fallen. Maybe then, you would have been able to free me from my curse!" the Drocgoblin King said.
Morgaine’s left hand instantly slammed outward toward her stomach area.
On the edge of her vision, she had caught something moving insanely fast.
And just as she had guessed, her fingers grabbed the edge of a dagger, stopping it dead in its tracks.
But then—
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
A heavy explosion resounded as the Drac King headbutted Morgaine, sending her instantly flying off.
She flew erratically into the air, her body slamming and dragging along the ground before coming to a stop.
CRRRAAACCCKK!
CRRRRRAAACCCK!
The instant she came to a stop, the ground all around her caved in. And then—
CLAAANK
It was the sound of heavy chains clanking as Morgaine tried to jump into the air but failed.
Huge chains suddenly burst form the cracked ground, grabbing onto her figure and instantly wound around her, locking her hands to her back and sealing her every move. Stay updated through NovelFire.Côm
THUUMMP!
THHHUMP!
THHUUMP!
The sound of heavy steps resounded as the Drocgoblin King walked forward.
A red light slowly coalesced around his palms before, quickly, an object appeared.
A gigantic two-meter-long curved saber with sharp, jagged edges that exuded an incredibly vast amount of red energy.
"Come, little fallen. Show me what your once honourable race possesses!"