YM778.TV Chapter 229: Transformation
"The goblins reported an anomaly," the chief orc announced. "They say there\'s a monster with purple eyes, draped in night clothing. It comes down from the sky, ravages their numbers, and doesn\'t even leave a corpse behind."
"Ahh, boss, those limp-dick goblins are just saying that so they can slack off," said an orc warrior from behind him. "Don\'t take them seriously..."
"There are already three teams of goblins that went missing, and motherf**ker, you\'re telling me not to take it seriously?" the orc child growled.
"It\'s just goblins," said the rotund orc from the ground. Instead of getting up, he was checking if there was any more alcohol left in the bottle."
"Yeah, they were probably slacking somewhere, or better yet, screwing some human women. You know how they are, even the Lord\'s command they wouldn\'t be able to stop their twisted nature, shitty limp dicks."
"They\'re saying it\'s coming from the sky? Is it a bird then? I don\'t see how a bird, no matter how powerful, can fly without making a ruckus in this thick forest."
"Haha," laughed the drunk one, tilting the empty bottle to even get the drips. "Are you afraid of a bird, boss?"
"Do you need another beating, motherf**ker?" the chief growled.
"Let it come," the drunk orc said, standing up. "I\'ll set it on fire before it could even—"
"Will you?" a new voice said, a whisper from behind. But before the drunk could even turn, a blade slit his throat. He didn\'t even have time to let out a squeak.
His body fell cold on the ground, as the four other orcs stared.
"Who?" the leader screamed. "Who\'s there? Show yourself, motherf**ker."
A wind blew from his right and when his eyes finally found the anomaly, he saw the orc to his right flying into the air, carried by a dark-cloaked figure, its blade blazing with intense purple dark smoke.
The purple-eyed fiend crashed the poor orc into a humongous tree, running its blade through the guy and prying open the orc\'s chest as it retracted the blade.
A human? Winsha concluded, brandishing his spear. He was prepared for the high speed of the black-cloaked human, but sadly, he wasn\'t its target.
The human targeted the orc at his rear, who was about to fire the emergency signal to call up more of their numbers. A rush of force emitted from the dark figure, immobilising the orc in his place. No matter how much the orc struggled, he couldn\'t move an inch. When he finally could, the force had already retracted, with the cold blood of the fiend sticking into the orc\'s skull.
"Three down," whispered the purple-eyed fiend, taking the signal construct in his hand, which then disappeared from his palm. Some kind of strange dimension storage device? Winsha didn\'t have time to consider, as the fiend set his eyes in his direction. "Two more to go."
"Motherfucker, do you think you can stand against me if my power wasn\'t suppressed?" Winsha roared, charging towards the assailant.
The human didn\'t answer. He too charged at him, ready to intercept his spear. However, midway, a terribly strong force thrust into Winsha\'s body directly. Winsha had been prepared for such foul play, but even with his preparation, he failed to consider the sheer magnitude of the force. The force disabled his movement before he lost his footing and tumbled backwards.
The human didn\'t come for him; instead, he targeted the last one of them. The orc seemed to have already soiled itself; the human slit its throat within a couple of moves. Ignoring the force at which the human worked, the skill level could not be underestimated. Moreover, the blade in his hand was something special.
It changed shape, appearing as large as a great sword. Regardless, Winsha roared, raising his aura, which had a tinge of silver rank in it. Even if the subspace suppresses power, he could bring it out, expending his life essence.
"Intrigued," the human said, its eyes glowing with a malevolent purple shimmer. "Don\'t disappoint me."
The forcefield-like defence around the human disappeared, and he didn\'t look as ominous anymore. Had he run out of juice? Either way, it would play to Winsha\'s advantage.
He engaged the human in close-ranged battle, swinging his spear in wild arcs, becoming more and more ferocious as he gained an inch of advantage over the human, who withdrew half a step with every move.
Winsha grinned, his spear found purchase into the dark cloak. He wanted to rip it apart, but instantly, the cloak turned illusionary as his spearhead only met air.
Winsha was flabbergasted, then light sparked into his eyes, and he was blinded for a second.
"I haven\'t tried this before," said the human. "Let\'s see how this goes."
The cloak transformed. It materialised again, now blazing whitish-gold, as it combined with the white armour the human wore. Within seconds, the human had a pair of wide wings unfurled behind his back. His entire figure was glowing in whitish-golden light—a stark contrast to the ominous sight he presented at first.
"Now, where can you even run?" the human asked, grinning.
Winsha sneered, but then the human took a step. The wings flapped once. The next moment, a blade was plunged into his chest.
Winsha screamed and then lost his voice.
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Mass Release update: I have a cold and a terrible headache. Already taken meds, and its getting better. I\'m not cancelling the mass, or delaying it to a later date. (Well, technically, most of the chapters will be dropped on the 16th according to WN time, so a little delay.)
Writing engaging fight scenes is always difficult, but I see what I can do...
SO this is, Bonus 1/5...