[King Goblins entering a Berserker state]
A mechanical voice echoed in my head warning me of what was coming, but it was already too late for me....
'Shit' I cursed inwardly as the executive King punched my ribs, breaking a few in the process.
Entering the Berserker state made him much stronger, no doubt about that, but....
"You don't have the intelligence you used to" I said with a slight smile on my face, but my slightly smiling face would be frozen by the following actions.
"Who said I'm not smart, you damn traitors" The King declared in a hoarse and gravelly voice, his words contained infinite hatred and immense frustration, conveying so much hatred in so few words left me shocked on the inside, but keeping calm on my outside.
I wrapped my Duranvil with the shadows themselves, being now about 2.5 meters long and completely dark, but still retaining red parts of my very blood.
"I don't know why you call me a traitor, but that doesn't matter, you will die soon" I commented with an indifferent face, my expression and words were as cold as ice itself or even much colder than that.
*Dull sound*
Another punch was sent towards my face, which at the last split second I moved my neck a bit so that the fist passed between my neck and shoulder.
It was much faster, but mostly it only hit me earlier because of the initial surprise.
*Swoosh*
I moved my sword which cut the very air, a horizontal slash going towards my opponent's right lower extremity.
*Boom*
Using his monstrous strength, the King stomped the ground with his right leg to create a huge shockwave, which made my attack unable to continue.
"I have always dreamed of the day that one of you would come here, to finally avenge the betrayal you did to us" I commented to the King, who advanced towards me again with a greater speed, I moved my body to dodge his, but, in my action I could observe how two circles of darkness were born around me.
The next moment I was hit by two strong fists made of darkness, one again in the rib and the other in my face.
The impact was such that it left me slightly confused, but it was enough for my enemy to take the opportunity to connect a powerful front kick to my stomach, sending me flying.
*Collision*
I flew through the air until I shuddered against the wall of the Hall, cracking its entire structure in the process.
"ABYSS: I declare that you do not help me from healing my wounds" I mentally commanded my new power that I gained, which I dominated as if it were the palm of my hand currently.
My order was absolute, since my wounds, the blow on my face that generated one or another broken bones and cracked bones, ribs that simply all broke and bones in my back broken, these broken bones pierced some organs, but I controlled my body so that I did not tear an important organ or that at least I felt important.
In the wake of all this I expelled blood from my mouth, more than I had, since not receiving healing, the limit of my mana made all my holes in my body expel blood, and my brain was slowly splitting itself, more than it was.
"Being honest, the pain may have been an addiction before I lost my memory" I said, steadying my balance and looking ahead, my vision immediately greeted the sight of an angry King I saw running towards me.
I smiled slightly at everything that led up to this, from almost dying at the hands of an evolved Goblins to facing an Abysmal Goblins King in Berserker state as an equal, proving that my journey in this short time has made me incredibly stronger.
"Ha, let's get this over with" I declared running towards my enemy, leaving my Duranvil on the ground, my intention was clear or very unusual....
*Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Down*
I greeted the King with a tablet, lightly carrying his body and guiding him to the other end of the room.
"TAKE THIS!"
*BOOM*
I impacted my full weight on the King against the wall, all his weight and mine made a giant hole, but I didn't care, lifting the King's body again, the poor royal blood could only deliver strong fists that of course hurt like hell, he even grabbed one of my ears and forcibly removed it. But... Would I let the chance to win slip away like that? No, I've already experienced much more pain today at the hands of the shadow, I wouldn't let a "simple problem" stop me.
*BOOM*
I turned my body and the King's body to impact my full weight into the King on the ground, again making a giant hole, but this time the damage my opponent received was much greater from receiving my full weight along with gravity.
*Crunching
Creaking bones were audible throughout the battlefield, with my body with almost all the bones broken, the King was not better either, and the worst thing for him is that he could not regenerate completely as I used mana all the time in my onslaught.
The King currently looked too wounded to continue in the battle, in fact my last onslaught left him semi-unconscious, unable to move a finger of his body.
"I don't know who betrayed you, but let me tell you this.... I don't give a fuck about those traitors, and if they are related to me, that's fine , in fact I would feel is proud, after all, it was your fault for being so useless and weak, so stupidly weak that he let himself be betrayed" I commented without any empathy for the current form of the King, if this was a King.... What difference is there between this and a useless, what difference is there between this King and a Wanderer? To me, there wasn't even a difference.
In fact it disgusts me to think of him as a King, a King in my eyes should be strong, intelligent, unemotional, untrusting and above all an example to follow, but the one below me was none of those things, in fact he was quite the opposite.
The shadows gradually left my body, making it smaller or more accurately returning to my original form.
I walked towards my Duranvil to grab it with my left hand and then return to my defeated enemy, who could only see the ceiling of the room in silence.
"You are... You're too ruthless and cruel for someone your age," he commented, returning the blue light in his eyes.
"You know, I always thought I would end my life receiving words like: don't worry, you did well. Or something like that, but unexpectedly I met my end in a more regretful and painful state than I've ever lived" He said, with a nostalgic tone, sad and angry at the same time.
"Hmph, I'm not saying this because it's cruel, I'm saying it because it's the truth and the truth is cruel. You don't need words of comfort, you need the truth to get better and who knows, maybe you can be someone better in your next life."
I raised my sword as high as possible, in a way that the tip of my weapon was aimed at my enemy's head.
"Last words" If he is going to die, a King, though useless, deserved to have his last words.
"... Let them rot... The... Those who left this world to leave us in hell."
"And may you rot, their descendant, you will be the one who will bring doom to this whole world, but even so, they will.... -" The king couldn't finish his statement when he thrust his head and made it explode.
"I don't care who they are, it's the past, I don't care if I'm the one who will bring doom, it will be fun to do it and I don't care about them, I will simply become stronger so that they will be less than ants to me" I declared with my crimson eyes shining so brightly that I could light up a whole city.
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