[Spirituality increased to 500! Prepare for the incoming pain...]
H-huh?
The instant Luke saw the notification, he was reminded of the unbearable and terrifying pain he had felt right after his sudden Transmigration.
"Well, fuck me!" he murmured.
Then, without any delay, the extreme pain assaulted not only his mind but his body too.
Surprisingly, this time, he held himself back from shouting like a riding bitch. Albeit a little bit of suffering groans still came out of his mouth.
"Uhh!"
If not for his dignity as a Magician, and foremost as a man, he would have loved to shout his lungs out right then and there.
Fucking hell!! This hurts a lot more than the previous time... Especially my eyes!!
Before Luke could have further thoughts he lost consciousness.
...
Gluanna City, Entrance Gate.
Multiple figures were lined up in two different teams. The first, a large one, comprised the assault team, led by the Patriarch of the Bloodloom clan, Napoleon Bloodloom, who also happened to be Luke's grandfather.
Despite being 160 years old he stood straight in front of his platoon, consisting of 40 trained Magicians. Although most of them were in the 2nd star realm, there were a few who had already reached the Middle stage of the 3rd star realm.
The second group was smaller, comprising only 3rd-star realm Magicians with a peak stage 3rd-star realm member directing the team.
This team had a different objective from the first one; their mission was to rescue the trapped Magicians at the centre of the Dungeon. As such, they were named the Rescue Team.
As the sun stood directly above their heads, Napoleon surveyed his assembled men, drawing a deep breath before issuing his command in a thunderous voice, "There isn't much to say except... Start the massacre!"
With their leader's shout igniting a surge of adrenaline, those capable of flight immediately took to the air and headed towards the battlefield. Meanwhile, those unable to fly began to sprint behind their aerial comrades. Having been trained physically since childhood, they were more adept at physical combat than magical.
As for Napoleon, he himself was flying at the front directing his men to commence the sudden blood bath on his first command.
Cassandra and her team hovered behind the first team, waiting for the right opportunity to charge right in.
Since the dungeon had already collapsed and the dust had started to settle down, all of them were able to see a massive moving green line on the horizon.
Napoleon, who was at the peak of the 4th star, suddenly scoffed as he said, "There are almost five thousand of them... Be ready for a nasty battle!"
The members of the assault team were acutely aware of their leader's command, and a sense of tension gripped their minds.
The prospect of facing a horde of hundreds of goblins was daunting enough, but the idea of confronting five thousand of them seemed overwhelming.
Despite the apprehension creeping into their thoughts, they remained steadfast and resolute, bolstering their determination to stand by their Lord's side.
Their unwavering trust and belief in their leader, or rather Lord, propelled them forward, driving them to face the impending battle with courage and conviction.
Upon hearing the Patriarch's instructions, Cassandra initially felt uncertain, her expression reflecting her hesitation. However, she swiftly gathered her resolve, her demeanour becoming resolute and determined.
Cassandra: I'll definitely save the Mistress, even if I'd to sacrifice my life today...
...
At the centre of the broken dungeon.
In the heart of the shattered dungeon, a shimmering silver barrier enveloped a ten-meter radius. Within its confines stood a lone, injured woman, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Alicia's mind was clouded with nervousness, like swirling snowflakes in a storm. She glanced around, her eyes catching sight of the horde of grotesque green humanoid monsters relentlessly pounding against the barrier.
The realization of her six comrades sacrificing themselves to shield her within the dungeon weighed heavily on Alicia's heart, flooding her with a wave of sorrow and despair.
"Goddess... At least let me see my children one last time," she prayed desperately, not worried about her injuries even the slightest.
Outside the barrier, perched upon the rubble, sat a towering Goblin leader standing at a formidable four meters in height. With ease, he wielded a colossal twin-ball flail in his massive hands, pounding it against the barrier as if it were a mere twig rather than a hefty weapon.
Renowned as the fifth strongest warrior within their tribe, he found the feeble world before him utterly dull and uninspiring.
Amidst his playful assault on the barrier, he caught sight of the female within, murmuring to herself. A predatory grin stretched across his face, akin to that of a beast baring its teeth.
"Hurry up! Break the damn barrier!" he bellowed, his subordinates swiftly obeying his command.
Alicia recoiled at the sound of his menacing voice, her body quivering with overwhelming despair and fear. Although she didn't understand what the monster had said, yet, its meaning was unmistakably clear to her.
...
100 metres away from Alicia.
The battle raged at the front lines, with Magicians wielding powerful artefacts and defensive armour effortlessly cutting down the 2-meter-tall goblins as if they were nothing but paper. Unlike the humans, these green-skinned, blue-eyed monsters were poorly equipped with only scraps of iron armour and broken swords. So, the outcome was clear for the time being, given the sheer number of goblins.
Magicians who could fly rained down spells upon the amassed horde, each shot decimating scores of goblins. Showers of <Fireball>, <Thunderball>, and <Acidshot> spells tore through the ugly creatures, scattering flesh, blue blood, and organs across the battlefield.
From his vantage point 50 meters above, Napoleon snapped his fingers, summoning a barrage of manifested arrows that rained down upon the hapless goblins, decimating dozens in a single attack. As the battlefield erupted in chaos, Napoleon's keen eyes caught sight of Alicia trapped within the barrier.
Without hesitation, he bellowed out a command to the rescue team, launching hundreds of arrows once more at the goblin horde. "Rescue team, move out! Alicia is alive!"
Cassandra, Hemian, and the others, who had been conserving their mana reserves, nodded in unison at Napoleon's directive. With renewed purpose, they swiftly flew towards the centre of the battlefield, while Napoleon continued to provide covering fire from above.
After successfully evading through a barrage of thrown spears and arrows from the goblins, the rescue team finally reached the centre.
However, as they approached, a powerful and overwhelming force descended upon them. Like moths drawn to a flame, they found themselves irresistibly pulled downward, crashing violently to the ground.
The impact was brutal, the force so intense that the sickening sound of bones shattering echoed in their ears.