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As the leader of the Golden Lions saw how two of his party members died in front of him, despair took hold of his senses.
He screamed in agony and despair, he did not want to die at all.
And even less in such an agonizing way, by having his Mana Core taken out of his bare chest by a monstrous goblin hand, as if he were nothing but a resource to these creatures.
It was as if the roles had now inverted…
The Goblin King smiled, grabbing the two Mana Cores given to him and immediately devouring them like a snack, feeling a rush of magical power, while glancing with a wicked and exhilarating smile at Rabrudion… his Mana Core seemed like an appetizer to this wicked creature!
"No… I do not… want to die! NOOOOOO!"
SLASH!
However, an enormous claw made of corrosive poison and dark magic flew towards the Goblin Warrior that had grabbed Rabrudion, slicing off his arm!
"Eh?!"
