Moros did not know however, that hell had already arrived at Avarosia─a hell that was claiming many lives with each passing second.
He noticed that something was amiss as his body started to sprint for seemingly no reason. It seemed urgent and done in a state of panic.
"Why exactly are we running now? Are we running out of time or are we running into a problem?"
"Silence! Do you not feel the sadness that lingers in the air, that sensation of countless lives being lost every minute? Do you not feel my family perishing here?"
The only thing that Moros saw was burned trees, burned grass and the blue sky; it was also the only thing he really smelled here. Maybe the entity had some sort of super sense that told him wherever there was a 'family member' in need of roast.
It did seem likely that some goblins and human-hybrids met and killed each other the moment they saw the other, but was it truly to the extent that it was notable?
Just how many goblins had to be here for the entity to notice the smell in the air?
The answer revealed itself to his eyes not even a minute later; it was a scenery of absolute carnage and bloodshed. Green bodies lay around everywhere, arms, legs and heads were all covering the ground like they were grass.
Amidst the sea of corpses, the fighting still continued. The green creatures all screamed at another, slaughtering indiscriminately whoever or whatever stood before him.
"My family…so many of them have died. For nothing, for nothing!"
There was no denying that a lot of these goblins were undoubtedly dead. Though Moros did not agree that they died for nothing, because they took many horny goblins wannabes with them.
The body shot forward, spear readied for the battle unfolding in front of its eyes.
"Filth, die for all the blood of my family that you spilt."
No creature present really cared for the monologue of the entity residing in Moros' body. They simply did what they did before and battled to kill the green thing before them.
The spear perforated a throat, blue electricity sizzled the flesh, but yet the weapon did not linger; it was already in search of its next goal. The confused enemy, whose kill had been stolen, looked at Moros in confusion.
It was greeted by a swift punch to the face with an angry fist.
The surprise did not come and the goblin was suddenly headless in the truest sense of the word. A body collapsed, fell face-first to the floor and merely twitched as its end had arrived.
"Why is your body capable of such destruction even without my influence?"
Its voice still carried a lot of resentment and anger, but a bit of curiosity was in the voice too. As Moros body was moved further into battle, destroying, ripping, killing every green thing that came before him, he started thinking about the question.
He really did not know why either, the strength had just been present all of a sudden. There had been no special strength training, or miracle drug, elixir that he knew of that could give him that kind of power.
"Uhh, I really do not know. I just killed a lot of goblins and after a while I just got stronger and was able to hit them harder. That really was all, if I am honest."
Another goblin lost its head, another goblin was bisected, another goblin died without even letting out a scream.
The entity was confused, why was everything surrounding this strange human a mystery. How could such a small frame hold so much destruction?
Goblins were inherently weak creatures, but one of its kind would not lose their head that quickly. A blow possessing that kind of strength resembled more a high-class beast than it did the perceived strengths of humans.
It had seen and scouted the memories of its host. Humans derived their strength from magic, altering it to suit their needs. Nowhere made sense for one human to be able to wield this much physical power in their tiny fists.
"Human, I do hope you wield those powers of yours for a good cause. Else you shall only bring ruin over yourself."
The warning words echoed in Moros' mind and were promptly ignored.
What was the use in punching really hard if a magician could blow up the entire forest with a spell or could freeze a creature to death. Magic was limitless and could do everything.
While all that Moros could do was punching hard and technically coating his fist in stone once in a while.
Even this battlefield would have been cleaned up in record time with the help of a magician that could use any kind of elemental magic.
A goblin could certainly not continue the fight if he was thrown into a sea of magma or drowned in a tide of water. The same applied to him, all his strength, wherever it may come from, was of no use if he had to walk up to the creature and punch it really hard for it to work.
The monsters were smart enough to not wait for him to close the distance and then punch them really, really hard.
What worked on goblins would without a doubt not work on creatures that were actually smart.
"You do not understand, but you feel the consequences. Atop your powers, there lay more than a million other souls, weighing down on you, eating you. Your aura is
surrounded by pure death…what have you done?"
Moros felt that question a bit rude, since the entity was using his body to kill goblins at this very moment. If his soul was already suffering under the weight of a million lives or whatever it claimed then it was certainly not nice to add more to it.
It was nice and all that its family was avenged and more human hybrids were killed.
Though to Moros it really seemed that he was not gaining anything in this scenario. He did not really feel the burden, the aura of death or however the entity put it, but that did not mean that he wanted to reach the point where he began to feel them.
Of course, however, knew that this was just a tactic to scare him. Fearmongering was a typical strategy to make people scared. Because people in fear were known to be easily exploitable.
A goblin in front of your face was less scary than a goblin somewhere in your house.
"So, what's the benefit in being a bro to death?"
Moros decided to simply play along for the time being. He could still drop the act after finding out the intention of the entity he was working with.
"Why do you assume that being surrounded by the souls of the deceased is a thing of benefit to you? Why else do you think so many strange things have occurred around you?"
The voice calmly explained while guiding the body to commit multiple war crimes on unsuspecting green monsters that had committed the ultimate sin and spilled the blood of its family.
A certain spear surged with blue electricity that drowned several metres of the surroundings in its mighty sparks. The current danced in the air, before falling on its unfortunate victims, ending their life in a symphony of pained screams.
It cried out in excitement as it swallowed the surroundings in its deadly energy. Yet, the battlefield cared little about the display of power that indiscriminately killed. They simply fought on and on.
Friends and foe alike were charred on the spot and left there to rot.
Moros' body however moved already further to be the judge, jury and executioner of the next set of sinners that came before the angry higher power piloting his every action.
"Why else do you think all of this is happening? When souls gather, so do gods. They might not see you directly, but your presence is like a vortex of souls walking around."
"It is only natural for the bored gods to play with such a delicacy, would you not say so?"
"Wait, so let me get this straight, I am rather confused. Are Gods horny for souls or for entertainment?"
A sigh escaped the lips over the lips that were not his at the moment, before it continued to do its thing.
Moros on the other hand believed that this was a fair question. If the gods were behind all of this, it was more than justified to ask why they were doing the things they do.
The thing already took over his body, might as well share some gossip about the gods. After all, knowing your enemy was half the battle, the other was turning that knowledge into profit.
"At times I wonder just what is wrong with your brain. And at other times I wonder if the Gods know what kind of mistake they are making?"
Mistake? How could gods make a mistake? Moros just simply assumed the entity had a few screws loose here and there. For now, his quest for knowledge had been quellend he could focus on the killing spree going in front of his ways.
However, his purpose would soon introduce itself…for the Gods eyed keenly.