Elves, Elves, Angels, Demons, Sharks, Orcs, Dwarves, Human-Beasts, Giants, Goblins, Dragons, Phoenixes, Ghosts, Bloods, and Goblins......

These are the products of the age of god-making, wrong, correct, rare, rampant, in short, in that era, all the species you can think of can basically be successfully created by crazy humans.

Although in the end, only seven major races remained relatively prosperous, but in the distant ancient times, for a long time, the former goblins were also the most harmful existence of other races after humans and beasts.

They are brutal and unproductive, and they regularly attack and harass the settlements of other races, destroying fields, plundering food, and even killing people without cause, bringing great dangers to their stability and tranquility.

But that's not all.

Crucially, goblins only have males, so raiding women has become their biggest task in order to perpetuate the race. Girls, in particular, are their favorites. After all, they are the best choice both in terms of fun and procreation.

Human, elven, dwarf, orc...... It doesn't matter which race it is, because the weird genes of the goblins are enough to erase the characteristics of all other races, all embryos, all offspring, will become ...... Goblins.

And so, goblins began to spread.

It's like a virus, although each of them is weak, but they are huge in number and multiply quickly, and every girl who is raided means that there are dozens or even dozens of new goblins born. And the birth of each goblin means that more girls are hijacked.

And so on and so forth.

If no one stops them, it may not be long before they take over the world.

Human, elven, angelic, demonic...... Without exception.

So, someone stood up, dressed in heavy armor, like a machine, and drove to the front.

Alone.

Perhaps, he can save the world.

Perhaps, he couldn't change anything.

But he still started.

Begin the crusade, those ugly creatures.

Many people have met him, many people have heard of him, but no one knows where he came from and why......

The only thing he knows is his stars and moon, his night and day, his anger, and his madness.

He never wastes time except for the necessary rest, because he wants to kill all the goblins in the world!

As a result, people called him ...... "Goblin Slayer".

"Boom!"

The wooden door, groaning and falling off the door frame.

Like a big fist, slamming into it.

Foul-smelling water was splashed by the wooden door, like disgusting flies, flying in all directions.

Food scraps, bones with carrion, filthy excrement, black, indistinguishable chunks of garbage, and discarded pieces of meat that have long since been indistinguishable from human shapes......

The choking smell of blood, mixed with the rancid stench of organs, filled the entire cavern.

The brown rock face was covered with blood and stains, turning into a filthy red and black.

Messy, fishy, disgusting.

This can no longer be called the existence of space at all, this is a garbage dump, an ugly garbage dump.

And it was in this ugly garbage dump that countless pairs of equally ugly eyes swept over.

At the moment when the wooden door splashed.

The shrill maniacal laughter came to an abrupt end.

It was like a grand wedding was taking place at its most wonderful moment, the bride and groom hugged each other tightly, ready to exchange vowed kisses, but suddenly someone kicked the door of the church, carrying a huge Gatling, striding forward, holding flowers in his left hand, and roses on his mouth, as for the affectionate eyes, reflecting the beautiful bride.

But Kazama didn't bring flowers, and he didn't need Gatling.

Even the only little girl who could be used as a bride was thrown to the crowd behind her.

In the silver eyes, only the ragged girl was reflected.

The dilated pupils indicated that the corpse was already cold, but the tears in the corners of the eyes represented their unwilling determination.

On the white skin, there was not a trace of scarring, they were not killed, but voluntarily abstained and quit the game.

To avoid abuse.

Most creatures have no interest in corpses, and neither do goblins.

But they tossed the corpses aside as a reserve ration.

As for what they are chewing on now, it is estimated that they are those unfortunate teenagers, who cannot be used as a tool for reproduction, nor can they bring other pleasures, so they were cut into pieces at the first time.

Just like humans, they dismember cattle and sheep.

Despite this, despite knowing that this is nothing more than a natural fight between xenos for survival.

However, Kazama was still angry.

The muscles are convulsed violently, accompanied by the high pressure that erupts at any time.

"Are you scared?"

There was a voice, spilling from the armor around him.

The tone was faint, and I still couldn't hear the joy and anger.

But the hand that held the short sword tightly came from the "squeak" of steel rubbing.

"No, I'm thinking about a more painful way to die a goblin."

As he spoke, a silvery shadow suddenly rushed out.

It's like the teenager who barged into the wedding with a smile.

Unfortunately, his left hand was not a flower, but a flame as hot as a flower, and his right hand was not a Gatling, but a thunderbolt as wild as Gatling.

It is not very appropriate to describe his actions as "unscrupulous", and a more appropriate word is "empty-eyed".

The living, the dead, the angry, or the shrunken...... As long as it exists, as long as it is an existence that enters the field of vision, then it will be shattered under the flood of killing intent.

"Boom!"

"Zizi ......"

For a moment, the fire burst and the razer danced angrily.

In the silver eyes, a faint scarlet flush began to appear.

It was the power of the Bloodline, boiling like a torrent.

A silver blade whirled out in the wind.

The power of the mind, accompanied by the soft chanting of incantations.

At that moment, Kazama suddenly realized that he was not a kind person.

After all, the so-called goodness is the unconditional equality of all living beings. However, Kazama is not. He has an almost sadistic pleasure for the existence of what he thinks is "evil", as if as long as he kills them, the "evil" they are contaminated with will also disappear.

But...... Is that really the case? Is it true that as long as these "evil" existences are eradicated, those existences called "evil" will also be completely annihilated?

No, it's not......

The so-called "evil" has always been rooted in everyone's heart, but most of the time it is bound by the interests of the whole group and shackled by their thinking, so it is hidden and put on the mask of "goodness". But when they are released, when they have enough reason to face the whole world, then they will erupt like volcanoes, and even if the scythe of death is in their throats, they will not waver.

Instead, he turns into a demon and pounces on you.

Blood, silently splashed.

With that splash of minced meat and offal.

Quietly sang a song, an elegy for hell.

And Kazama Yangyu is the unyielding singer, stubbornly standing in the midst of a group of vicious imps.

Massacre.

Massacre.

The knife in his hand is as decisive as a quick knife to cut through the chaos.

It's easy, but it's never-ending.

The shadow of black pressure came like a tide.

Every figure is so thin, every life is so fragile, but when this thinness is condensed, when this fragility is superimposed, what is applied to the body of Kazama Yang Yu turns into an incomparably heavy.

Little by little, squeeze the feathers of Kazama.

Force, beginning to dry up, qi, began to languish.

But those red eyes were still hideous and shining.

Faintly, a sharp roar came from behind.

Kazama wanted to turn around, but his body was clung to him.

The palm of the hand, stuck with a broken claw.

Mantras, lingering in the mind.

But the demonic figure had already crossed the top of Kazama's head.

The jet-black luster, shining like blood.

At that moment, it was a thousand shots.

At that moment, the lightning was sparkling.

The pitch-black armor flashed like a ghost, and the sharp blade rubbed into dazzling sparks.

Dagger, quickly bounced off.

The sword in his hand fell, and his brain burst.

The torn goblin was thrown out fiercely.

Kazama raised his feathers, and his back tightened.

The warm back, wide and reliable, is like a city wall, isolating the sword and the shadow of the sword.

"There is a cloud in the method of warfare: use movement to control stillness. Keep moving, don't stand still, or it's easy to get bogged down. ”

The earnest words made Kazama Yangyu slightly stunned.

Then, with a quick nod, follow the Goblin Slayer and move.

Lightning burst out, quickly sweeping away the goblins in front of him.

Generally speaking, when it comes to a head-to-head battle with a goblin, as long as you don't get encircled, or if you're unlucky, the other races have an absolute advantage.

Of course, if you add the tactics of fighting goblins, it is even more powerful over there.

"There is a cloud of tactics: strike first. Goblins are good at surprise attacks, but they are not good at dealing with surprise attacks. ”

The black shadow swept out in an instant, and in an instant, it quickly returned.

The blood shot out of it, and it was a corpse that slid silently.

"There is a cloud of tactics: attack the enemy's weakness. Goblins are small and cannot jump high to dodge, so they can target their legs when attacking. ”

The blade, in a flash, quickly severed the short thigh.

In the wail, the brain burst.

"The tactics are cloudy: capture the thief and capture the king. Kill Goblin Shamans when facing enemies, as they will unleash ranged magic. ”

The cold light, in a flash, went straight through the fragile Adam's apple.

The flickering fire, before it could explode, quickly dimmed.

"The tactics are cloudy: quick battles and quick solutions. There are a large number of goblins, and the enemy is outnumbered, so kill the enemy with the most direct moves and save physical strength. ”

shield, quickly pushing the two goblins apart, the dagger spurted, blood splattered.

"There is a cloud of tactics: be prepared for danger in times of peace. Always be vigilant and sneak up on them from behind is a common trick for goblins. ”

Turn around and draw your sword.

On the hard stone wall, a bloody head rolled out of the bones.

"There is a cloud ...... tactics of war"

A word, a corpse.

The two figures moved forward like a gale, and wherever they passed, blood flowed like rivers.

The air was filled with splatters of blood and the gloom of death.

Like a scythe of death, wielding it casually.

Starting from the wooden door, it is waved all the way to the center of the cave.

What they were looking for, what they wanted to save.

But no, nothing.

No one needs to be saved, which means, of course, that no one survives.

Apart from......

There was a girl's exclamation, and suddenly she chased after her from behind, and it continued to reflect in the long cave, and it did not disperse for a long time.

The wind raised his feathers, and suddenly he swooped.

The mind, which had long been filled with killing, suddenly refreshed.

Looking back, he looked straight into the depths of the cave.

Although they are far away, although, they are obscured by a group of black oppressive figures.

But that familiar figure was still so clearly reflected in Kazama's eyes.

Like a lamb, struggling with the wolves, so lonely, yet so stubborn.