Chapter 252 The Illusion of Invincibility

With a heavy heart, Larry tore his gaze away from the suffering hatchlings and continued his search for Hermit. Each tent he entered revealed scenes of horror and despair, each more heartbreaking than the last.

These pitiful creatures, no bigger than Larry's fist, were a tragic sight to behold. Their fragile limbs were mangled and broken, their tiny bodies bearing the scars and injuries of unimaginable suffering. Despite their miserable agony, they emitted feeble, cheerful chirps and clicks among themselves, their voices echoing with dim hope as they struggled to move through the filthy sludge. They huddled together, seeking solace in each other's presence, their tiny forms trembling with fear and exhaustion.

Larry and Mia darted through the maze of goblin tents, their hearts pounding with urgency as they searched for any sign of Hermit within the tents. As they stealthily combed through the goblin tents, the air suddenly filled with the ominous sound of heavy footsteps resonating from the mouth of a nearby cave. From the darkness emerged a creature of nightmares, a behemoth, the epitome of evil goblin evolution, his massive form casting a foreboding shadow over the land.

With a roar that echoed through the camp, the behemoth announced his presence, his malicious gaze fixating on Larry, who found himself frozen in place under his gaze. Sensing the imminent danger, Larry quickly made a split-second decision, his voice cutting through the tension as he shouted orders to Mia.

"Mia! Search for Hermit! I'll hold this monstrosity off! Find the goblin and get out of here! Go, now!"

Mia hurried off to carry out his orders and Larry braced himself for the onslaught. The behemoth, enraged by Larry's defiance, seized a nearby tree trunk, his makeshift weapon, and charged with brutality. His colossal frame barreled through the goblin tents with horrifying force, rending them to shreds and crushing anything and anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in its path.

As the behemoth closed in on him, Larry could only watch in horror as the monstrous creature plowed through the tents, a whirlwind of destruction and death in its wake. The air was thick with the stench of blood and death, mingling with the anguished cries of the goblin slaves and hatchlings alike as they were mercilessly trampled beneath the creature's massive feet.

With a thunderous crash, the behemoth swung his tree trunk weapon at Larry, the force of the blow sending shockwaves and debris of destroyed tents rippling through the air. With horror in his eyes, Larry saw how crushed and mangled goblin bodies littered the ground. But he had no time to worry about others, he dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike. He knew that he couldn't evade the creature's attacks forever.

Desperation fueled his movements as he dodged around the behemoth, bobbing and weaving as best he could. But with each passing moment, the creature's relentless onslaught grew more intense, his massive fists pounding the ground with bone-shaking force, crushing anything in his path. Larry's heart sank as he witnessed the carnage unfolding around him, the crushed remnants of innocent hatchlings strewn across the muddy ground like trampled dols.

Larry could only watch in horror as the behemoth bore down on him, the ground trembling beneath his thunderous footsteps. The sight of the crushed and mangled corpses of tiny goblin hatchlings raining down around him filled him with a profound sense of despair, the stench of blood and death choking him.

As if the chaos wasn't already overwhelming enough, a deafening roar echoed from the depths of a cave. With a thunderous crash, a second behemoth burst forth from the cavern, his massive form dwarfing even the first creature.

Larry's heart sank as he realized the dire situation they were now facing. Two behemoths, each more colossal and fearsome than the last, bore down on him and Mia with unrelenting fury. As the second behemoth charged toward Mia, he knew that she wouldn't be able to evade the creature's devastating charge in time.

"Mia, get out of there! Forget about the goblin! Retreat!" Larry bellowed, his voice filled with urgency and fear. But his warning came too late as the massive beast barreled toward her, trampling everything in its path.

Mia reacted quickly, leaping to the side in a desperate attempt to evade the behemoth's charge. But even her agility couldn't save her from the full force of the creature's attack. With a sickening thud, Mia was struck by the Behemoth's massive body, sending her hurtling through the air like a ragdoll.

Larry's heart clenched as he watched Mia crash land on the ground, her body skidding across the muddy earth before coming to a brutal stop against one of the shattered goblin tents. The impact was brutal, and Larry could see that Mia had been knocked unconscious by the force of the blow, blood painting her face.

Panic surged through Larry as he rushed to Mia's side, his mind racing with fear and desperation. He knelt beside her, gently shaking her in a futile attempt to rouse her from unconsciousness.

"Mia, wake up! You need to get up! We need to get out of here! Please, answer me!" Larry pleaded, his voice choked with emotion. But Mia remained motionless, her body limp and unresponsive.

With a heavy heart, Larry realized that they were now facing an even more dire situation. With both behemoths bearing down on them and Mia incapacitated, their chances of survival seemed bleak.

Suddenly a cocky cackle of a goblin echoed from the cave. Out of the shadows of the cave mouth stepped the gobliman, a menacing figure clad in tattered armored robes and adorned with crude ornaments fashioned from the bones of his enemies. It was a Master of the goblin breeding farm. He was almost as tall as a regular human, towering over the other goblins, it was a gobliman - an evolved form of evil goblin. The gobliman exuded an aura of sinister intelligence and cunning. Despite his smaller stature compared to the behemoths, there was an undeniable aura of power and authority emanating from him.

In his arms, the gobliman dragged Hermit like a ragdoll, the poor goblin slave who had endured so much suffering at the hands of his cruel captors. His body was limp and beaten by the brutal torture.

The behemoths, sensing the presence of their master, halted their advance and stood at attention, their massive forms towering over the battlefield.

"Cha, cha, cha! I was right! This filthy rat, this scum slave brought adventurers upon us! Krrrrakhhh! Oh, I should have tortured him more for this! This shit slave dared to bring danger to my farm! When I'm done with you, stinking adventurers, this shit slave will suffer dearly! Oh, I won't kill him, he will live a life of suffering and torture!" the gobliman sneered, his voice cunning and smug. 

Larry clenched his fists, his jaw tight with anger. He knew that facing off against a gobliman would be an easy feat, but with the behemoths at his command, he could do nothing but hope and try to buy time until others showed up.

"I see you speak people's tongue, goblin! That's good because I want you to understand my offer. Surrender now and you won't get killed in the most horrible way possible. Your army is being slaughtered behind your farm walls and my fellow adventurers will be here any moment. This is my only, and final offer - hand over the goblin you hold in your filthy hand and surrender! Or, face the consequences." Larry offered, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at his insides.

The gobliman's laughter echoed through the clearing, a sinister sound that sent shivers down Larry's spine. His eyes gleamed with malice as he regarded Larry with a mix of jest and scorn. The gobliman's lips curled back in a feral snarl as he eyed Larry with a mixture of mockery and menace. 

"Hah! You talk big for a puny human! Krrrrk! Do you think you scare us with your feeble threats? You think you're strong, but goblins are stronger!" He growled, his voice rough and guttural, laced with the harsh tones of the goblin tongue.

With a dismissive wave of his clawed hand, the gobliman motioned toward the battle beyond the farm walls. 

"Your friends outside? They are no match for goblin warriors, they fall like leaves before the storm. And surrender? Bah! Goblins never surrender! We fight to the death, we die with honor!" He boasted, his eyes glinting with savage delight.

 "You come here, human, thinking you conquer us! But you only find death, fool! Death at the hands of mighty goblin army! You will meet your end here, foolish adventurer!" He snarled, his voice dripping with scorn.

As the gobliman boasted of his army's prowess, a sudden, ominous mist of darkness engulfed the main front of the wall and the imposing gates of the breeding farm. With a deafening roar that thundered through the air, the main gates exploded into a massive cloud of debris, the very earth trembled beneath the weight of an unseen force, and the once formidable wall met its demise in a spectacular display of destruction.

The sound of splintering wood echoed like thunderclaps, each crack and groan a display of the overwhelming power of the immense pressure. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been torn apart, the air thick with the scent of chaos and impending doom.

Wide-eyed and incredulous, the gobliman watched in horror as the once impenetrable barrier crumbled before his very eyes, reduced to naught but a heap of rubble at his feet. At that moment, the illusion of invincibility shattered, replaced by a primal fear that gripped his very soul.

But there was no time to dwell on the miraculous turn of events. The master goblin, with Hermit unconscious, still clutched tightly in his hand, turned tail and fled back into the safety of the cave, barking frantic orders to his minions.

"KrrrrrrK! Kraaaaa! Kill them! Kill them all! Hurry, you fools! Don't just stand there! Kill them all!"

Behind him, the behemoths roared in response to their master's call, their primal instincts driving them to action.

One of the behemoths, his massive form dwarfing the destruction around him, turned his attention to the shattered gates, ready to face whatever foe dared to challenge his might. The other behemoth, his gaze fixed on Larry with fury, prepared to unleash his wrath upon the helpless adventurer.