I could see the Goblin Lord had transformed; it was now as big as a two-story building, towering over me.
Its eyes blazed with red fury, and its muscles bulged like they were on steroids. Heavy breaths escaped its nostrils in the form of smoke.
It was ready to kill everything on its path. Now I understand why it called frenzy mode. Because the transformation was crazy.
"Damn, Matthias! If we had just run away, we wouldn't be stuck in this mess! How are we even going to defeat that thing!?" I said, practically screaming.
Matthias, however, kept his menacing gaze locked onto the Goblin Lord. He had no intention of giving up, materializing a potion and drinking it to replenish his mana.
"It's fine, I can do this. That's why instead of yapping, you need to help me with this." Matthias said looking at me with an impatient look.
Meanwhile, Gideon was locked in a fierce battle with the Goblin Lord. He was still buffed and holding his ground. Now I feel as useless as ever.
And it seems like its arm was back to normal, probably because of high regenerative skill.
Gideon swung his claymore at the Goblin Lord's stomach, managing to wound it. But the wound quickly closed up and disappeared.
The Goblin Lord retaliated with a rapid punch that was hard to follow. He managed to dodge several blows, but then it caught him off guard with a low punch, striking his jaw with brutal force.
He was sent crashing to the ground.
In that dire moment, Matthias came charging to the rescue, and I couldn't stand idly by either. So, I sprinted alongside him.
If we lost him, our party would be in chaos. Allowing someone of his caliber to perish would be a significant loss in terms of dealing damage to our enemies.
As I reached Matthias, who was kneeling beside Gideon, I could see that he was on the brink of death. His breath was ragged, and blood trickled from every injury on his face.
I was relieved that he was still alive as I helped Matthias pour a healing potion into Gideon's mouth. Once he showed signs of improvement, Matthias and I worked together to drag him to a safer location.
Lord, he was heavy!
What about the Goblin Lord then?
As the commotion between Gideon unfolded, more players gathered, probably drawn to the hidden mini-games and the potential rewards.
Some brave souls even tried to engage the Goblin Lord in combat. A player with an axe leaped into the air, aiming for the its head.
But the Goblin Lord effortlessly caught his axe mid-swing, its hand remaining unscathed. The player's attempt had done nothing to harm it.
With a casual backhand strike, the Goblin Lord sent the player hurtling through the air. He crashed into the next building, causing it to crumble.
Fucking hell! If I get struck by that, I will definitely die in one hit!
My attention shifted to Gideon as he slowly opened his eyes and attempted to sit up. He seemed awake and relatively well, though I couldn't fathom the psychological trauma he must have endured from that punch.
That force he took was brutal.
"Are you alright?" asked Matthias, looking genuinely concerned.
Why the hell did Matthias act differently when he was with me?
"Yeah, I think... Did I die?" Gideon inquired, still groggy. He touched his head, it seemed like the strike really did something to his brain.
"No, just look at the chaos in front of you," I interjected. It was crucial to get him back on his feet and back into the fight.
"Oh, I see..." Gideon stood up, he really wanted to return to the battle.
"You should rest; you're not in any shape to fight," Matthias advised, he stood in front of Gideon and urged him not to go back to the battlefield.
"No, I need to finish this and protect everyone," Gideon replied, heading back toward the battleground.
He was being overly idealistic, thinking about "everyone." Wasn't the most important thing our own survival? If he died, he wouldn't be able to protect anyone.
I materialized my revolver and let out a sigh. I had no choice but to fight. Whether I faced the Goblin Lord or not, I could still die if that monster wasn't defeated.
I positioned myself at a safe distance from the combat but close enough to fire my revolver. Other Ranger-class players were beside me, and it was evident that this battle had drawn everyone in.
The rewards on the line were enticing; who would refuse them?
I waited patiently for the right moment, observing the Rangers unleashing a barrage of merciless shots.
Arrows and bullets rained down on the Goblin Lord, many of them finding their mark, piercing its back.
But it paid no mind, its focus on striking the players in close range. They struggled to dodge its lightning-fast blows.
The battleground was alive with colorful lights and a symphony of skills employed by the players.
Matthias gave out instructions, prompting everyone to distance themselves from the Goblin Lord. A mage conjured chains to immobilize it.
Following this, he cast a spell, creating a powerful vortex of wind that shredded the Goblin Lord's body, causing it to bleed uncontrollably.
Warriors and Martial Art Class weren't idle either. They delivered their mightiest blows to the monster. Gideon with the buffed body shone as he decapitated one of its limbs.
I could hear the roar of lighting every time he attacked. But attempts to strike its head were thwarted by its hard skull.
The Material Arts Class relentlessly pummeled the Goblin Lord's abdomen, causing it to lash out uncontrollably.
Some players managed to evade the Goblin Lord's attacks, while others were sent flying by its powerful strikes.
I, too, couldn't stand still. I focused on the creature's eyes, its most vulnerable point. It wouldn't survive the impact.
With a weak voice, I chanted, "Inferno Blast," causing the Goblin Lord's eyes to explode.
This was the only useful thing that I could do with this kind of weapon and skill. It might be disappointing, but at least it could bring impact to the opponent.
It clutched its head, emitting a thunderous roar that made the ground tremble. The other classes attacked fiercely.
Although the creature's body wounds could heal rapidly, the severed parts recovered more slowly.
However, the Goblin Lord adapted to our strategy, changing its movements abruptly. It charged toward the Ranger class's garrison.
Holy shit! I almost died, lucky I reacted swiftly, but of course, not everyone shared my luck.
The creature seized one Ranger, and his agonizing screams resonated throughout the area, piercing my ears like a blaring siren, but more horrifying and painful.
The Goblin Lord flung him towards the other scattered Rangers. Making them fall like domino cards.
The echoes of his screams and the horror lingered in my mind, but I recalled the fifth rule of this apocalyptic world: forget your trauma and keep moving.
Then, that annoying system's voice intruded again.
[The remaining time is 30 minutes]
[Kill the Goblin Lord before the time limit or you will be punished]
Damn, the punishment was death! How could they impose such a severe penalty for a mini-game? Wasn't this supposed to be a casual side quest or something less taxing?
Shit, I hated this system!
In this apocalyptic world, there were 100 ways to die, and one of them was due to the system's punishment or being pummeled by the Goblin Lord.
But not today. I had no intention of dying for a stupid reason. I needed to find a way to defeat this monster as quickly as possible!
Use your brain Seth, use it!