Chapter 33 - An Intriguing Succubus (4)

Once more, I dived into the midst of battle killing every creature within range of me. At some point of time, the axe became dulled and the hilt even broke off, which led to me stealing a few more weapons from the goblins. The shield I had worn on my left hand was also dented beyond recognition, the roundness of it becoming a misshapen triangle. Not even wield-able anymore, I threw the triangular shield at the face of a goblin and the force of the collision bent his neck at an awkward angle.

Looking at the tens of corpses, I found many weapons I could use. I gave the spear no thoughts, as that weapon was not suitable for mass killings. Instead, I grabbed the two axes from the fallen goblins and swung them around wildly like a madman. Every hit found purchase on the skin or amor of a goblin, wounding them heavily or even outright killing the goblins.

I felt no sorrow at taking the lives of these creatures, especially since a creature of this race had killed me off in my human life. Though quite frankly, I had also felt no sorrow at killing fellow humans, just a small bit of regret at the waste of lives.

Some more time had passed and the state of my mind had became cold and efficient, all of my senses only focused on the battle. It was a state of repetitions: slash, hack, cut, and kill.

I noticed that the two axes I had picked up were slicked with the red blood of goblins and major parts of the weapons had already broken off, making them unusable. The closest weapons to me were three spears and I quickly picked them up without even kneeling down.

By then, more goblins were quickly closing in, trying to drown me with their numbers. I halted a few goblins of their advancements on me by throwing all three spears, one by one in a smooth motion. Two of the spears pierced through the head of one goblin and then out again to penetrate through the head of the goblin behind. The last spear only pierced through the chest of one goblin, who instantly bowled over onto the ground, crying out in pain.

More time passed and I now held a sword in my right hand and an axe in my left hand. I had become a cold, whirlwind of steel and any goblin who dared come close to me died in a bare second.

When the advancements of the goblins finally slowed down to a trickle, I could see that there were only about a hundred of the goblins left, most of them the weaker and less brave. There were looks of fear etched onto their faces and they looked at me like I was a monster out of their deepest nightmares.

Looking at my surroundings some more, I could see there were small hills made of the many corpses of goblins and around me was a sea of dead goblins.

When one of the scared goblins finally had the sense to run away as fast as his short legs could take him, the rest followed along, some of them leaving trails of piss behind on the blood-red, earthen ground.

The stench of blood, piss, shit and fear was strong in the air, but to me, only the delicious stench of blood was prevalent. I was, after all, covered from head to toe with goblin blood. It was as if I had bathed in the blood of goblins, so covered in blood was I.

My light green tunic had turned unrecognizable, becoming just mere blood soaked rags, which left a majority of my body exposed. I had also lost my two coin purses, but I did not mind it much as I had no need for it anymore. My pants, however, were still relatively fine and I could still feel the tiny, silver key inside the pocket; I had paid close attention into not dropping it during the battle.

Ignoring the goblins running away in fear, I walked back toward the entrance door of the town in an indifferent and calm manner, as if I had just taken a short wash in a river. The looks of extreme horror and revulsion on the faces of the people atop the ramparts, however, was evident.

I frowned a little at the small annoyance my long, white hair which almost reached to my waist would be. It would take a long while to remove the red from my blood-dyed hair.

When I got closer to the closed entrance door, I jumped upward with some strength, going high up into air more than six feet and landed back down inside the town ramparts, forcing people to quickly run away from me with fear, disgust, and a little hidden awe.

I paid them no heed and calmly and indifferently walked down the ramp and into town, heading toward the house where I was going to stay for two days. None of the humans on the ramparts dared to even speak to me, nor did they try to prevent me from leaving.

When I reached the house, the sun was already past its high time.

Opening the door with the small, silver key, which was undamaged even after the wear and tear it had went through—I could not help but be impressed with the durability—I went inside the house to find myself face to face with the female creature I had seen lying on the bed.

She was sitting in one of the chairs situated around the table in the middle of the living room and there was a small fire burning brightly in the fireplace. Hearing the noise I had made when opening the door, the woman had turned around to see the source of the noise.

Then all of a sudden, the tail I had seen on her before appeared from behind her still naked figure.

There was a small amount of surprise written onto her face, but it seemed like she was not surprised to find a human inside the house. Instead, she seemed surprised due to the fact that I was covered entirely with blood.

I felt intrigued about her red, pointed tail which had appeared out of thin air. It had most likely appeared because she had been surprised in seeing a bloodied “human.” I highly suspected that some natural gift or magical ability was in play.

“I can tell we are just going to get along quite fine, strange human.” She licked her full lips as if she was anticipating something from me, her red tail swishing back and forth in excitement, before finally settling on fully wrapping the back of the chair almost twice around. “You may call me Lizil.”

Her face went through some hesitancy before it finally settled on a decision, her pink tinted eyes twinkling with amusement. “And if you are curious about my tail, it is because I am a succubus.”