"Beloved! I need you to listen to my voice, come back to me…Beloved!"
Goblin Slayer struggled to keep himself on his feet, he could not hear the voice of the Lich Queen amidst the constant thumping in his head. Instead, he heard the sinister chuckle that seemed to follow in rhythm with the painful thumping.
"It's time boy. Your party members aren't coming to save you. Those two others are probably dead. All you can do is save yourself. You must survive…we still have much to do when this is through!"
Goblin Slayer slumped to his knees, his head still leaning against the bars while his hands tightly gripped them to keep his body from falling backwards. The other slaves took notice of this, but soon heard the laughing of the fat Slave Handler, and only a few moments later he came he rounding the corner while the cries and cheers of the others slavers could be heard coming from the Great Maw.
"Well what do we have here?" Slave Handler continued to chuckle as he approached the cages only to see the motionless body of Goblin Slayer near the front. "What's wrong boy? Did your body finally give out on you?"
Slave Handler drew out a club with his left hand and gave Goblin Slayer a quick strike atop his helmet, but there was no reaction.
"You hear all that cheering boy? Your friends are fighting to the death in the pit right now. We had so much fun with that woman over the last week. Beating her…groping her…starving her…makes the stuff we did to you look like child's play! Now she has transformed and will probably eat her lover just to satisfy her hunger and bloodlust!"
His chuckle turned to sadistic laughter as he continuously struck the immobile Goblin Slayer. Suddenly, a hand shot out of the cage grabbing hold of his collar and just as quickly as it appeared dragged him forward slamming his face into the cage. Slave Handler gasped as he could feel the blood running down his nose from his face, then felt a strong vice-like grip clutch at his throat. He looked down to slowly see Goblin Slayer slowly look upward with twin blazing eyes.
"You…son of…a…"
Slave Handler struggled to speak and catch his breath as Goblin Slayer tightened his grip around the fat man's neck with his right hand. Slave Handler raised his own right hand to clench his fist and use the enchanted ring but Goblin Slayer's left grip the slaver's hand and crushed his fingers before he could make a fist.
"Not this time fool." Goblin Slayer's voice was menacing, demonic and in the darkness of the cage looked like a true demon to Slave Handler.
Slave Handler struggled to breath, finding he could even scream for help or in pain ad Goblin Slayer continued to apply pressure. His right hand broken and his wind pipe closing, Slave Handler could see his vision begin to darken, his last though before losing consciousness was cursing his own stupidity of getting too close to the cage. Goblin Slayer continued to squeeze even Slave handler's face began to pale and his tongue hung from his mouth then with a final grunt, turned to the head to the side violently as he and the others slaves heard the crack.
"Worthless."
Goblin Slayer released his grip with his left hand to grab the keys off Slave Handler's belt. With keys in hand he released his grip on the fat man and allowed him to drop to the ground like a sack of potatoes as he went to work undoing his lock. He opened the door to the cell and walked forward, casually stepping over the body of Slave Handler as he took in his surroundings.
"Slayer!" A loud whisper called out to him.
Goblin Slayer turned to see the other slaves in their cells gripping their bars as they all approached the front of the cages.
"Release us…please."
Goblin Slayer stared at the Yuan-Ti who called out to him, in the back of his mind he remembered how he and his colleagues had spared the creature and his brothers in the pit some time ago.
"What are you doing boy? I told you need to worry only about yourself!"
Goblin Slayer calmly walked toward the cage with keys in hand and went to work unlocking the Yuan-Ti cell.
"Thank you Slayer."
"Here. Take this and free the others." Goblin Slayer set the keys in the hands of the freed Yuan-Ti before turning his attention to the others who could hear him. "There is a weapons tent around this corner, gather what you need. When you are armed and ready, set the beasts loose as well, we'll need as much chaos as necessary if we are to destroy this place."
"Understood." Yuan-Ti after freeing his brothers, dispersed the keys so they could unlock more cells at a time. "We will take our revenge against those who have tortured us and burn this wretched place to the ground. Are you going to and rescue your comrades?"
"No. They do not need my assistance, they can defend themselves." Goblin Slayer calmly walked away from the group of freed slaves towards the weapons tent. "I'm going to kill that woman. She has lived long enough."
"If you do kill her, be sure to go for the head…because she has no heart." The Yuan-Ti cautioned before he continued his work to free the other slaves.
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Heavy Warrior jumped back in time as the werewolf's claws scratched against his chest plate. With sword still in hand he struggled to find his footing all the while the crowds above cheered above. Mistress herself was ecstatic as she watched the fight unfold below wondering who would kill who.
"Damn…I knew she was strong before she could transform, but this strength is ridiculous." Heavy Warrior's breathing was ragged as he was still not used to the sudden change in weight as he battled his lover. "I need you to stop! She's playing us against each other!"
The werewolf did not seem to understand what the human was saying, or if it did, did not care to acknowledge it. All that it knew was to fall back on its instincts and right now it was starving! The werewolf lunged forward tackling Heavy Warrior and pinning him to the ground where she attempted to bite him. Heavy Warrior quickly moved his head to the side just as the werewolf's teeth snapped shut and quickly pushed the werewolf off, knocking it back to the ground.
"I'm…I'm sorry." Heavy Warrior grunted as he got back to his feet.
The werewolf snarled at the human as it began to stalk the man, moving around on all floors. Heavy Warrior raised his claymore ready to defend himself as he watched the movements of the werewolf.
"I…I don't want to hurt her, but I need to defend myself. As a werewolf…surely the blows from my blade won't be fatal since it's not made of silver." The moment he thought about this his eyes quickly darted over to see the silver dagger lying on the floor nearby. "If I get the dagger, then I…NO! What am I thinking, even with my sword any attack against her would mean I valued myself over her. Have I been here that long that I even contemplated saving my own backside over her?"
"…I did not train them…they have placed their trust in me and I in them…"
The words of Goblin Slayer came to mind as he looked at his lover in her werewolf form as she once again slashed at him only for him to take another step back.
"That's right, we focused on establishing trust prior to the ring. She was able to recognize me, or at least that's what I want to think." Heavy Warrior looked toward his claymore with a sigh dropped it to the side.
Everyone watching this was shocked by the adventurer's actions, though many figured it would only be a matter of seconds before the werewolf killed them man. Mistress chuckled to herself, believing that the man had given up on hurting his woman and would allow himself to be her food. The werewolf growled as she looked toward this man, not caring that he had dropped his weapon, still waiting for the moment to pounce on him and gouge herself on his flesh.
"I trust you." Heavy Warrior breathed out a heavy sigh as he waited with open arms at his sides, almost waiting to embrace her.
The werewolf snarled once again before charging at the adventurer, tackling him to the ground once again. Heavy Warrior grunted before looking up to see the snarling face of the werewolf staring back at him with its bright blue eyes. Though frightened, Heavy Warrior breathed out a large sigh and closed his eyes as he waited to see how things would go. The werewolf was slightly confused by the prey's actions but soon it could feed, it growled as it opened its jaws wide yet stopped itself. Its nose took in the scent of the man, it was a nostalgic scent, and little by little her mind pushed aside the rage and began to recall the human side.
"This…human, I know him. Need, need to focus…this man, he's the one who would stroke my hand. No, there's something deeper…he's the one I love." The werewolf's face began to soften as she looked toward this man, the memories of her human side taking over. "I… I was going to harm him? I heard him…he trusts me…he trusts me then and now."
Heavy Warrior still had his eyes closed as felt something wet hit his face, he slowly opened his eyes thinking it was the werewolf salivating over him and was surprised to see the werewolf crying as she looked at him. The werewolf no longer barred its teeth, as it slightly turned its head studying the him with tears running down its cheek and snout. Heavy Warrior slowly raised his right hand towards the werewolf, gently placing it upon the left side of her face and using his thumb to away her tears. The werewolf responded by placing its large left paw upon his right hand and leaning her head into his hand.
"I'm sorry you had to suffer, I swear we're leaving this hellhole together."
The werewolf let out a loud whine as her tail started wagging in happiness of hearing this. She was quickly got off and Heavy Warrior got back to his feet to the sounds jeers from the crowd above. He and the werewolf looked up to see the angry faces of the slavers and Mistress face contorted in rage at the sight below which brought a smile to his face.
"Damn you! You just don't know when to die!"
"I am far too happy to disappoint you."
"You two…you will obey me! Continue your fight! Kill one another!"
Mistress gave a quick snap of her fingers and several of her subordinates quickly moved around the pit with crossbows aimed directly at them. Heavy Warrior was apprehensive as he saw this, when he suddenly felt something grasp at his shoulder. He turned to see the werewolf looking at him and in her clawed hand was his claymore, which she easily held in one hand, before extending it toward him. The smirk returned to his face once again as he took hold of the grip and stood by his lover with sword in hand while she extended out her claws while snarling at the men above.
"Give it your best shot!"
Before Mistress could give the order, there was a loud roar to the side as the as the massive Bulette charged forward crashing into the stands where the slavers were being held. The salvers could see various beasts rampaging through the camp followed by armed slaves attacking and killing nearby slavers. Mistress and others immediately caught sight of several of the tents now engulfed in flames.
From down in the pit, Heavy Warrior and the Werewolf could not see what was going on, but could hear the sounds of battle and the death cries all around them. Though the armed men with crossbows were no longer around them, both he and the werewolf remained cautious, when they heard the tightening of the ropes coming from the gate behind them. He turned, putting himself in front of his werewolf love expecting the slavers to rush in, but with the gate open saw a female half-elf and one of the Yuan-Ti standing there with weapons in hand.
"Come on. The Slayer is putting an end to this tonight!" The Yuan Ti called for the two of them to follow him.
The werewolf began to growl at the sight of the figures, her instincts telling her to protect her mate. She paused when she felt something get hold of her shoulder and turned to see her mate shaking his head.
"It's ok, we can trust them."
As the two exited the pit, there was nothing but chaos all around as the slavers battled against the freed slaves and monstrous beasts that attacked.
"Where the hell did these people come from? Who gave them arms?"
"The beasts are loose!"
"It was him. When I find that damn man, I'll mount his head on a pike overlooking the pit!" Mistress clenched her fists as she looked at the chaotic sight around her. "Enchanter…get these slaves under control! The rest of you, put an end to this riot! Save what assets you can…slaughter the rest!"
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"The whole camp is in an uproar!" Half-Demon Thief was surprised as she watched everyone fighting.
The moment they saw several of the tents go up in a fiery blaze, the party immediately rushed in. the sight around them was indeed chaotic as they passed several bodies and had to be weary of the wild beasts that ran loose as well. They had to fight their way from a group of slavers and a goblin champion before they heard the sounds of someone groaning. The found a young woman groaning as she dragged herself away from the slaver she had killed, suddenly surprised to see this new group of people.
"Stay still, I'll help you." Priestess rushed to reassured the young woman while she examined her wounds.
"Who…who are you?"
"Adventurers, we here to help." High Elf Archer gave the woman a quick nod as she readied her bow and arrow.
"That Beardcutter just can't stay still can he?"
"You really think Goblin Slayer is responsible for starting this?" Priestess grunted as she took hold of one of the injured salves and pulled her to safety.
"Slayer? You know the Slayer?" The woman was struggling to sit up as she heard them mention the armored man.
"Slayer? You mean Goblin Slayer? Yes, he is in our party. Please calm yourself." Priestess did her best to keep the young woman still.
"He was taken by the slavers, we're here to get him back." Half-Demon Thief readied her daggers as she heard the sounds of people approaching. "They're coming!"
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"Mistress look out!"
There was a monstrous roar from the massive bulette; blood, spit and fragments of its most recent meal flew from its massive maw before charging toward Mistress. Mistress had a cold look on her face as the beast drew closer, she calmly drew out her sword and readied herself for the attack. Her expertise as a swordswoman was clear for all to see as she effortlessly dodged the beast and slashed at its side. The monster shrieked in pain before turning itself around to attack Mistress, who moved about the creature gracefully while continuing her attack. The massive beast finally fell, blood running from its wounds as it looked up at to see Mistress towering over her. The creature let out a pitiful cry as Mistress rammed her sword through the beast's eye piercing its brain.
"Even these beasts are beneath me, are there no challenges for someone of my caliber?" Mistress calmly walked across the battlefield making her way to the tent, despite the carnage around her. "I must deal with those three as quickly as possible. First the Goblin Slayer, they chant his name as the incite this pitiful insurrection, with him dead I'll be able to kill those other two. I'd prefer to save my knight, if given the time I'd be able to break her, but I must be prepared to"
"There she is! Kill her!"
Mistress of the Game sighed in annoyance and turned to look toward the armed salves with a look of disgust on her face. The slaves rushed forward with weapons ready to slay the vile Mistress but were completely unprepared for the opponent before them. With the grace of an experienced fighter, Mistress easily avoided the wide strikes of slaves then charged forward slashing her blade. Her blade easily decapitated the first two slaves, the third slave's entrails spilled out of her stomach, the last two slaves had horrid gashes across their faces. Mistress chuckled to herself as she watched the bodies of the slaves dropped the floor before she gave a quickly flick of her sword to shake the blood from her glorious blade.
"Worthless scum." Mistress more annoyed than angry, finished crossing the battlefield to enter her tent.
Once inside her tent, she immediately made her way towards her suit of armor but due to her anger, she was completely unaware of the figure who stood off in the corner.
"Miserable slaves. They should know their place! Before this night is over, I shall see that every survivor is punished for this! They'll beg for death before…" Mistress stopped herself before she could even get one of her gauntlets on, for in the reflection of the armor she could see a figure standing in the shadows.
Within the darkness of his helmet she could see the blaze of his red eye as he slowly moved toward her, she in turn chuckled to herself as she tightened her grip around her sword.
"Everything has gone to hell, ever since I took in you three." Mistress continued to laugh as she turned around to see Goblin Slayer standing before her. "If I knew that you three would be so much trouble, I would have demanded a fee from that fool of a man."
Goblin Slayer was silent as he stood before the woman, he had managed to retrieve his sword but kept it sheathed in its scabbard. Mistress hands were trembling with rage as her eyes began to dilate, her face once again twisted with her rising anger.
"At least I take can pleasure in taking your head!"
Mistress screamed as she slashed forward, but Goblin Slayer easily evaded her attack. She continued her attack slashing and lunging to kill the armored man, but with every attack he would effortlessly dodge or backstep. Just a moment ago, she looked like a graceful dancer as she maneuvered around the monsters and slaves, easily dispatching them, yet this man continued to avoid her every attack as if she were a novice.
"Damn you! You stand there silent as we battle, you even refuse to draw your sword! How dare you mock me!" Mistress gritted her teeth as she continued her attack once again screaming in anger. "You miserable insect! How dare you make light of our battle! You can't beat me by just evading my attacks, now draw your sword and fight me!"
Mistress once again lunged forward, but this time Goblin Slayer did not evade, he instead raised his left hand. He allowed the blade to pierce through his hand, Mistress pushed her blade forward until the guard of her sword was now hitting the palm of his hand. Mistress had a sinister smile on her face as she saw this, but then it changed to one of confusion as he closed his hand around the guard and her hand. Mistress grunted as she tried to pull both her hand and sword free but could not break Goblin Slayer's vice-like grip.
"Unhand me you worthless pile of excrement!"
Goblin Slayer, still silent, struck Mistress across the face with his right fist; she stumbled backwards collapsing before her throne. Goblin Slayer grunted as he looked at the fallen Mistress before turning his attention to the blade still stuck in his hand. He grabbed the top of the blade and easily broke it, then took hold of the grip and tore it out. He looked at the hole now present in his left hand before tossing the broken sword aside, once again his full attention was focused on Mistress who struggled to get herself back up.
"Damn it…"
Mistress grunted as wiped the blood from the side of her mouth, then looked up to see Goblin Slayer stalking toward her. For the briefest of moments, she was afraid and began to back up until she hit the front of her throne. Goblin Slayer lunged forward with his left hand, tightly gripping Mistress by her neck, as she brought up her hands to try and break his grip.
"You…you will release me…bastard!"
"Unfortunately for you, I won't choke you like I did that fat fool. I am not that merciful." Goblin Slayer's tone was different, much like what he sounded like when he slaughtered the slavers in the pit.
"So…you finally…speak." Mistress put forward a smirk on her face to look brave but was in fact very afraid. "Do…you really…expect me to beg?"
"No. All the people who have died at this wretched place, just because you were allowed to live…it ends now. First though, there are three things you should know." Goblin Slayer moved his right hand to take hold of Mistress's left hand.
She had a confused look on her face as he moved his tight grip from her hand to just her index finger.
"First…it was a mistake to have hurt me colleagues." Goblin Slayer suddenly gave it a violent twist as the crack of her finger was heard.
Mistress gasped at the sudden pain, then watched with wide eyes as he then gripped her middle finger.
"Second…it was very foolish to enrage me." As before, Goblin Slayer gave the woman's finger a violent twist.
Mistress gasped once again, the pain from her useless fingers brought tears to her eyes as she looked back toward Goblin Slayer with scared eyes as he gripped the next finger.
"Third…" Goblin Slayer paused for a moment to chuckle at the sight of Mistress trembling in fear before calmly continuing. "…I've still got seven more fingers after this."
Mistress eyes were wide as she heard this and with the third snap of her fingers, she screamed!
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"Kneel before your masters you filthy slaves!"
Slave Enchanter had a crazed smile on his face as he clenched his fist and watched as the salves around him dropped to their knees as they clutched at their collars. While the slaves were incapacitated, many of the slavers charged forward and vented their frustration and slaughtered several of the slaves. Slave Enchanter continued to chuckle at the sight but was cut short as an arrow pierced through his left eye, he staggered for a few moments before falling backwards. Before the slavers could even comprehend what had transpired, they were suddenly blinded by a flash of light as a voice could be heard.
"Holy Light!"
With the effect on the slave collars was ended and the slaves could see six figured charging forward to attack the blinded slavers, they themselves quickly got back up and joined in the attack. With the slavers cut down in the area, the freed slaves looked at the group of adventurers who had come to assist them.
"Are you alright?" The lizardman asked as he looked over the group of salves before him.
"Who…who are you all?"
"We are part of Goblin Slayer's party. We came to find him and help you all." It was a young woman who replied, her dark skin and bright yellow eyes identified her as a demon.
"The Slayer! Allies of the Slayer!"
The freed slaves and Goblin Slayer's party soon heard the shouts of several figured and prepared themselves to engage another group of the slavers, but soon saw Heavy Warrior and the werewolf female Knight leading another large group of slaves toward them. Upon seeing each other the two groups rushed to meet one another, friends happily reunited and the slaves rejoicing at their victory over their captors!
"Your comrade, is she…" Priestess was slightly worried at the sight of the werewolf especially under the red moon above them.
"Not to worry, I am here to help her." Heavy Warrior smiled as he lowered his sword and reached for her clawed hand.
The werewolf was calm as she tilted her head to the side before leaning in to give the side of his face a quick lick.
"Yuck…not quite used to that."
There was a quick laugh from the rest of the party, but as they looked around the slaves, they did not spot any sign of Goblin Slayer.
"Goblin Slayer…was he not with you?" Half-Dragon Mother still looked around to try to find him.
"No, I haven't seen Goblin Slayer since I was taken to the pit to fight."
"Slayer freed us and said he was going after Mistress. When we kill Mistress of the Game, the collars will release, and we will truly be free!" The Yuan-Ti smiled as he placed his hand upon his collar.
"Mistress of the Game? Is she the one responsible for all this?" High Elf Archer was confused by the name of this woman as she too looked for Orcbolg.
"Yes she is." Heavy Warrior tightly clenched his fist as he thought about all they had to endure for nearly a month here at the Hell Games. "If we're to get rid of these collars, we need to deal with her immediately."
"She'll be in the largest tent, we must hurry." The Yuan-Ti raised his fist high to embolden the other slaves.
The group of slaves joined his shout and soon the freed slaves and adventurers rushed through the camp making their way toward the largest tent. To their surprise, they found Half-Dragon Daughter atop Wolf near the tent.
"Little one, what are you doing here?" Lizard Priest was shocked to see his daughter down here on the battlefield.
"We told you to stay up top where it was safe. We even left Wolf with you." Half-Dragon Mother was rather angry to see her daughter here as well.
"I did follow your directions, that is until we saw someone who looked like big brother entering this tent. Wolf immediately took off and I followed behind him. I'm sorry."
"At least they're with Wolf Scaly and the battle is over. Now, let's get Beardcutter and deal with this Mistress or whatever she calls herself."
Before they could enter the tent, the collars around every slave's neck suddenly snapped and they fell to the floor. The slaves reached for their necks, smiling as they were finally able to touch their throats, free of that wretched collar. All was silent outside the tent, save the crackling of the fire around them, the groups outside the tents tensed as they heard the footstep of someone approaching. The flap to the tent was moved aside and out stepped Goblin Slayer much of his armor stained in blood. Goblin Slayer paused for a moment as he looked over everyone as he stepped out of the tent.
"You're here."
Goblin Slayer's tone was slightly different from what his group was used to, but at that moment all were happy to see him.
"Goblin Slayer!"
"Orcbolg you're okay!"
"Goblin Slayer…are you…" Heavy Warrior suddenly remembered what they had been discussing about a week ago, and he was concerned with the Goblin Slayer before them.
"I am unhurt. Here…" Goblin Slayer flung something in his right hand toward Heavy Warrior.
He caught the item, and as he examined it found the silver ring attached to the chain Mistress had around her neck earlier.
"The ring…Goblin Slayer, thank you. I am truly indebted to you and your party." Heavy Warrior smiled as he nodded his head toward Goblin Slayer then remembered the whole reason they were here. "Mistress, is she…"
"She has been dealt with. The Hell Games…are no more."
The was a sudden cheer from the slaves before they all began chanting the name "Slayer" over and over. The rest of Goblin Slayer's party were surprised by this and yet happy to see these individuals so thrilled to be helped by Goblin Slayer.
"Thank you Slayer, you have truly set us free!" The Eldest Yuan-Ti Brother smiled as he bowed his head toward Goblin Slayer.
"You were wrong though…" Goblin Slayer then threw something from his left hand along the ground with a sickening splat. "I just needed to look for it."
There was a gasp from everyone when they saw the bloody heart on the ground, all eyes were on Goblin Slayer only to see his turn and walk away from the tent with a small chuckle, even walking past Half-Dragon Daughter and Wolf without acknowledging them. Half-Demon Thief was deeply concerned by this sudden change in Goblin Slayer, and although she was nervous, she opened the flap of the tent to check inside and gasped at the sight before her.
"Gods…" Half-Demon Thief let the flap fall as she backed up while covering her mouth.
The rest of the party saw this and all eyes fell upon the tent, Heavy Warrior threw the flap of the tent open as he and the others entered the tent, Half-Dragon Daughter stayed outside with Wolf. There was a gasp of shock, all had wide eyes, Priestess vomited the contents of her stomach off to the side with a violent cough.
"By the gods…what the hell is this?" Dwarf Shaman was at a loss for words.
Much of the tent was saturated with blood, there upon the throne, was the body of a woman in military attire poised in a sitting position. From the neck to the stomach was a large cut which allowed anyone to see inside the body, as the entrails sat in a pile by her feet. The rib cage was broken at the sternum and pulled apart, it almost appeared as if someone had pried it open with their bare hands. The head was no longer on the body, for it was now in front of the throne, impaled upon the grip of Goblin Slayer's sword as the blade was stuck in the ground. Attached to the woman's neck was part of the spine, though it showed signs that it was not cut but torn out. Her blood-stained hair gently swayed in the wind, her tongue hung out of her mouth, and her eyes rolled back into her skull, and upon her face were her cracked glasses.
"Did…did Orcbolg do this? What the hell would drive him to act like that?"
"The torture we endured here…was brutal to say the least. She deserved this and more, but to see Goblin Slayer be the one to do it. I fear that there is more to Goblin Slayer than he is letting on." Heavy Warrior shook his head at the sight of the mangled corpse.
"What do you mean?" Priestess, now calm once again, turned her attention toward Heavy Warrior.
"I believe that Goblin Slayer has his own curse to deal with, just as my love."
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"That is most unfortunate."
Deep under the Capital, hidden in the catacomb-like sewers, Necromancer finished sowing on the faces and limbs for his next Abomination. Like many of the others, he used various bodies to create the being of perfection, the body was that of a troll while the center head was that of a dark-elf, upon its chest was the face of a dwarf and a goblin. On the right side of the body were two arms, and on the left side was an elongated arm with a horrendous claw for a hand. He finished pouring the strange green liquid down the monster's through the main head and in a matter of minutes, the creature let out an unholy roar as all three faces were alive and shrieking.
"Beautiful." Necromancer watched as his creation followed his direction and moved into the holding cell with the other creatures.
"Another success master." The Faceless Man bowed his head in admiration of his master's genius.
"I had wish to do more business with that man, but it was necessary to ensure our secrecy until the time is right." Necromancer walked around the various cells to study the different creations they had created. "You are certain, no one knows of us?"
"Yes master, our brother made sure to silence himself before the adventurers could divulge any information from him as per our rules."
"Excellent. Perhaps…it might be time for us to move into the next stage of our research?"
"The Capital master?"
"No, we draw too much attention to ourselves that way. Perhaps a small hamlet, in order for our research to truly flourish, we must see how well the solution works on a smaller scale before we try for the Capital. No, before that…I wat to see how my brutes and abominations will do against villagers and simple adventurers." Necromancer chuckled to himself as he imagined what wonders he would see. "Very soon, if all goes according to plan, we shall see how these fools conduct themselves in a world of chaos."
Author's Note: The Hell Games are over! There are truly dark times ahead of us, Lich Queen was unable to pull Goblin Slayer away from the darkness this night and now the Necromancer begins to move further with his plan. How will the others save Goblin Slayer from his curse…assuming they can?
On a side note, I'm a little disappointed with this chapter, I feel I built up too much in the last chapter, and this one doesn't feel quite like the other chapters I've written. Something about this chapter feels a bit off to me, then again maybe it's just me. Before I go through burn out, let me go back and touch up chapters 40 to 52, fix the typos and maybe add some extra bits here and there like the other arcs. Thanks again, look forward to the next arc…the Wraith is coming.