Chapter 269 Goddess of Destruction and Salvation

As he reached the breeding cave entrance, he paused momentarily, steeling himself for what lay ahead. With bated breath, Hermit scanned the surroundings, his heart pounding in his chest as he cautiously approached the looming entrance. With a furtive glance over his shoulder to ensure no prying eyes were watching, he gingerly reached out and pushed the heavy doors open just a crack, just enough to allow him a glimpse of the horrors that lay beyond.

As the doors creaked open, a sliver of dim light spilled into the cavernous space, casting eerie shadows across the cold, damp walls. With a sense of fear gnawing at his gut, Hermit took a hesitant step forward, his movements quick and quiet as he snuck cautiously into the cave.

What he saw made his blood run cold.

Rows upon rows of cages lined the cavern walls, each one filled to the brim with mutilated and emaciated goblin slaves, their eyes hollow and haunted, their bodies bearing the wounds of unspeakable cruelty. The stench of blood and filth burned his sensitive sniffer, suffocating in its intensity.

In one corner, a group of hatchlings huddled together, their tiny forms trembling with fear as they gazed up at him with wide, pleading eyes. In another, an elderly goblin lay motionless on the cold stone floor, his body racked with coughs and wheezes as he struggled to draw breath.

Mutilated goblins, their bodies twisted and broken, lay stacked in piles like discarded refuse, their fragile forms barely clinging to the thread of life. These were the victims of the recent monster attack, disposed of to be used as food.

Drained of vitality and stripped of their right to live, they were little more than husks of their former selves, their already meek spirits crushed beneath the weight of relentless torment. Some lay motionless, their limbs torn off leaving only torsos on the bloody ground, while others whimpered feebly, their bodies cleaved and torn apart, their voices reduced to mere whispers in the face of unspeakable agony.

Their eyes, once filled with hope and defiance, now glazed over stared blankly into the abyss, hollow and lifeless as they gazed upon the horrors surrounding them. Each breath they took came with a rasping wheeze as if even the act of drawing air into their lungs was a struggle too great to bear.

But the most chilling aspect of the scene lay in the realization of their fate. Stashed away like cattle awaiting slaughter, these mutilated goblins were destined to be butchered and consumed as food for their evil kin, their suffering serving only to feed the insatiable appetites of evil goblins.

Hermit's fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he fought back tears of despair. These were his people, his kin, who were suffering at the hands of evil goblins.

Hermit's breath caught in his throat as he beheld the grim sight before him, his stomach churning with revulsion at the sight of his fellow kin suffering as a feedstock for evil goblins. He felt a surge of helplessness welling up inside him, threatening to overwhelm him.

As he surveyed the horrifying sight of the cave, Hermit's gaze landed on Suzuka. With a hurried scuttle, he approached, his eyes darting nervously as he made his way towards her. As he drew closer, he could see the remnants of her handiwork strewn about the cave, the bodies of the evil goblin guards crushed by her mighty magic.

"Master Helen, I... I told them. I told all of the goblin slaves outside about your plan. They're ready to follow us."

"Good," she replied, her voice calm and cold.

"I took care of the goblin guards inside the cave, all of them. They won't be hurting anyone anymore."

With a swift motion, she discarded her filthy slave disguise, the fabric falling to the ground in a heap of rags. From her item storage, she retrieved her armor, the metal, and leather gleaming ominously in the dim light of the cave. 

Once fully armored, she turned to Hermit, "Now, Hermit. Give the signal to the slaves. It's time to make our move."

Hermit quickly scuttled to the gate and pushed them open, then, with a deep breath, he raised his hand and gave the signal, a single sharp whistle that pierced the stillness of the camp.

The goblin slaves awaited the signal, their eyes filled with desperate hope as they clung to the promise of freedom. Following Hermit's instructions, they had hastily gathered their precious hatchlings, cradling them protectively in their meaty ear cocoons, their tiny forms nestled safely against their soft ears.

And then, it came. A sharp, piercing whistle echoed through the field, cutting through the silence like a blade. In an instant, the goblin slaves erupted into action, bursting forth from their makeshift tents in a frenzy. These goblin slaves were a pitiful assembly of broken bodies and shattered spirits. Their faces were gaunt and hollow, their eyes sunken and rimmed with dark circles of exhaustion.

Their movements were hysterical, their limbs moving in a blur of motion as they scuttled towards the cave where Suzuka and Hermit awaited. Their feet pounded against the rocky terrain, kicking up clouds of dust and debris in their wake as they raced toward the safety Hermit had promised. Despite their exhaustion, despite the agony that coursed through their weary bodies, they pressed on with panic that bordered on madness driven by a singular purpose: to reach the sanctuary that awaited them within the cavern's depths.

But as they stumbled into the safety of the cave, their sanctuary from the horrors that had plagued them for so long, their bodies finally gave way to the relentless onslaught of fatigue. Collapsing to the ground in a tangled heap of limbs, they gasped for air as if each breath were their last, their chests heaving with the effort of drawing in precious oxygen.

The evil goblins stood frozen in shock and confusion, their grotesque features contorted into expressions of utter bewilderment as they witnessed the unthinkable unfold before their eyes. Their feeble minds struggled to comprehend the sudden burst of action from the goblin slaves, unable to grasp what was going on around them.

"What... what is this madness? Are we under attack? Who dares?" one goblin guard sputtered, his voice trembling with disbelief as he watched goblin slaves in panic. 

These questions echoed like thunder in the minds of the goblin guards, their primitive thoughts racing to make sense of the chaos. But they could find no answers, no rational explanation for the defiance of the slaves they had long subjugated under their iron rule.

But as the last of the goblin slaves disappeared into the cave, the evil goblins snapped out of their stupor, their senses suddenly sharpened by a surge of primal rage. With a roar of fury, they leaped into action, their twisted faces contorted with malice as they gave chase, their every step fueled by a thirst for blood and violence.

With all the goblin slaves safely inside, Hermit turned to Suzuka, his eyes wide with fear as he pleaded for her protection.

 "The goblin slaves and their hatchlings, they're all here! Everyone is here, Master! Only evil goblins are outside! Please, Master Helen. You have to protect us! We count on you! Show us your power, oh mighty Master!" he implored, his voice trembling with desperation.

Suzuka's response was a cold gaze at the approaching evil goblins. As she raised her arm, a flicker of power surged through her veins, her muscles rippling with the raw energy of her gravity magic. In the eyes of the goblin slaves, her arm seemed to ignite with a black flame, a manifestation of the immense power coursing through her veins.

With a swift motion, Suzuka unleashed her magic, sending forth a devastating shockwave of gravitational force that tore through the earth like a scythe through wheat. Tents, sheds, and fortifications alike were obliterated in an explosion of debris, reduced to nothing more than a cloud of dust and rubble. Walls crumbled, gates shattered, and spikes splintered as Suzuka's power reshaped the landscape, leaving nothing but devastation.

When the dust finally settled, the goblin slaves could hardly believe their eyes. Their jaws dropped in astonishment, their eyes bulging from their sockets as they beheld the scene before them. Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined witnessing such raw power. 

In their simple minds, the goblin slaves saw her as more than just a protector; she was a deity, a goddess of destruction and salvation. Without hesitation, they fell to their knees, bowing before her in reverent worship, their voices raised in a chorus of goblin chants praising her as their savior and protector, their goddess of destruction and salvation. To them, Suzuka was not just a savior, but a divine being of their utmost reverence and devotion.

The destruction of the breeding farm served as a thunderous signal for Larry, Jake, and Max to unleash their wrath upon the surviving evil goblins. As the goblin farm erupted into a fiery inferno, sending debris flying in all directions, the trio sprang into action with the ferocity of avenging warriors.

With a deafening roar, Larry and his men emerged from their hiding spots, charging headlong into the heart of the wreckage like unstoppable juggernauts. The once-pristine landscape of the goblin breeding farm was reduced to naught but a desolate wasteland, strewn with the shattered remnants of the goblins' wicked farm.

 The surviving evil goblins squirmed in agony, their pitiful cries for mercy falling upon deaf ears. Some attempted to flee, their feeble attempts thwarted by the relentless onslaught of Larry and his comrades. Others crawled upon the scorched earth, their limbs broken and mangled, a grotesque parody of their former selves. Others lay trapped beneath the rubble, their pitiful squeals drowned out by the roar of destruction that surrounded them.

But Larry and his team showed no mercy, their hearts as cold and unyielding as the evil goblins they sought to vanquish. With each swing of their weapons, they delivered justice with ruthless efficiency, their blows raining down upon the creatures without remorse or hesitation.

In the end, only silence remained, broken only by the distant echoes of goblin slaves they had liberated.