The Strongest in the Game by Dominating Monster - Chapter 45
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Monster Domination: Game’s Strongest Episode 45
Jeron’s ears were one finger’s length longer and more pointed than other elves.
He considered it proof of his pure bloodline and made it his lifelong pride.
But now.
In the middle of this hell, those proud ears had become a curse.
To the point where he wanted to tear them off and rip them apart.
No, no!!
Kraaaak!
He, help… Guh huk!
The desperate screams of his kinsmen, sounds he had never heard in his life, echoed from all around.
“Tirumon!!”
The elf right next to him had his throat pierced by a goblin’s dagger, and Jeron froze with his hand outstretched.
Tears of blood flowed from his eyes as he could only watch his dying comrade.
Feeling the bloody tears flow down his cheeks, Jeron shifted his gaze up to the castle wall.
One person who still maintained his lofty composure even in this chaos, looking down at them.
“Kairen! You bastard!!”
Seeing his somewhat indifferent gaze, a cry of rage burst out involuntarily.
Everything had been that man’s scheme.
With clumsy acting, he had stopped their steps at the place where the undead were lurking.
And the battle that began with the undead’s ambush. They had been thoroughly toyed with.
The grip of the dead was tenacious, and the charge of monsters led by the Minotaur was a disaster.
Storm Breath poured from the sky, and cursed magic rained from both sides.
And even Kairen’s archery striking precisely from the castle wall.
He clenched his fists until they bled at the fact that they had been perfectly played.
He wanted to rush over right now and slit that man’s throat, but that was just an impossible desire.
Only the number of fallen comrades kept increasing, and Jeron’s ears cruelly picked up every sound he didn’t want to hear.
The elite exploration party that had numbered twenty was now down to just five.
Fifteen noble kinsmen had been torn apart by the hands of lowly monsters.
“Uaaaak!”
A comrade who sensed death rushed at the monsters with tears streaming down his face.
Watching the horrific scene of the Minotaur’s axe splitting his body in half, Jeron gritted his teeth as if they would shatter.
This couldn’t continue.
They couldn’t be completely wiped out here like this.
With firm resolve, he swung his sword.
Jeron, who had split a skeleton’s head in half, roared toward the only remaining hope.
“Roa!!”
“Yes! Lord Jeron!!”
With a voice full of strength, Roa, covered in blood, approached his side.
His voice was vigorous, but his appearance was horrific.
One arm was mangled from being bitten by an orc’s teeth, and a deep crimson wound was carved into his left eye.
“Give me your orders! I’ll follow everything!”
Roa, who had already prepared for death, gripped his spear.
But Jeron’s following command froze his fighting spirit.
“…Run away.”
“…What?”
“I ordered you to retreat! At least one person must survive and return to inform Lady Leanne of this cursed island’s location!!”
“…! Then, couldn’t we all retreat together!”
“Don’t you see it’s impossible! Get a grip! Roa! Maintaining reason in any situation was your strength!”
At Jeron’s sharp rebuke, Roa bit his lips.
He knew.
Just as he said, there was no way for everyone to escape from this hell right now.
“Then Lord Jeron will…”
“You’re the fastest elf among us. I and the others remaining will somehow buy time! You must return to the World Tree!”
“…”
A cruel order to advance using his comrades’ sacrifice as a shield.
But it was only a moment of excitement that heated his head; Roa was originally a rational elf as Jeron said.
He quickly realized this was the only and best option.
“…I will definitely return and escort Lord Jeron back to the World Tree’s side.”
“That would be an honor.”
Jeron smiled with blood mixed in, squeezing out the last mana from his utterly exhausted body.
“Haaaap!!”
The Mana Blade that burst from his sword tip cut down the monsters blocking their way, opening a crescent-shaped path.
“Now!”
The momentary gap Jeron created with his desperate effort.
Roa didn’t hesitate and kicked off the ground.
“I did it…!”
Just as Roa, who had escaped the encirclement, was about to clench his fist.
A terrible pain that seemed to shatter hope was felt in his left calf.
“Krugh!”
Suppressing the scream that burst out, Roa roughly pulled out the sharp steel arrow embedded in his calf.
Even as his mind grew distant from the unspeakable pain, he glared up at the castle wall.
“Kheuk! That monster…”
An immense distance that ordinary archers wouldn’t even attempt.
Even so, his shock at the skill of the one who aimed and hit him as he fled was brief.
He limped forward again at the screams of his dying comrades.
“Hmm. I suppose it was too much after all.”
Watching Roa limping away, Kairen lowered his bowstring.
He had aimed for the head, but given the distance, he couldn’t hit accurately.
“Well, it doesn’t matter.”
Kairen, smelling the fishy scent of blood carried on the wind, muttered indifferently and raised his bow again.
* * *
When the sky was dyed orange.
The vast grassland spread before the Black Giant Castle was also stained red with blood.
The noise of the heated battlefield had died down, and only the rough breathing of the victors echoed quietly.
Step by step.
Footsteps breaking that silence stopped in front of Jeron, who was now kneeling powerlessly on the ground.
Jeron, with only one of his once-proud ears remaining, slowly raised his head.
He saw Kairen surrounded by dozens of monsters, looking down at him with indifference.
“It, it seems you’ve won?”
Jeron barely managed to squeeze out his voice.
“Don, don’t underestimate the strength of elves.”
His twisted lips trembled as if he was forcing them to curl up.
“The day Roa returns, your pathetic territory will turn into wasteland…”
Jeron’s final warning ended there.
As if it wasn’t worth listening to anymore, Kairen drew his bowstring and pierced through his forehead.
“What a good death.”
With a faint smile on his face, Kairen muttered as he looked at the dead man.
Yes. Since he died harboring foolish hope, it could be called a peaceful death.
* * *
“Huff… Huff…”
Running back the way he came, Roa let out ragged breaths.
Finally discovering the ship anchored at the coastline at the edge of the forest, he leaned against a tree to catch his breath.
“Somehow, somehow! I will return! I will definitely get revenge!”
Engraving the scent of blood and screams of his comrades in his heart, just as Roa was about to take another step.
Swoosh!
White thread flew down from above, cutting through the thicket and binding his entire body.
“Wh, what?!”
The more he struggled, the tighter the thread constricted, and though he tried to break it with force, it was utterly futile.
Hiss…
And as he heard the hunter’s breathing, Roa discovered it.
Five red eyes glinting in the dark thicket.
“…! Gi, Giant Spider…”
There was only one monster with such ominous five eyes.
Realizing it was a descendant of an ancient spider, Roa’s struggling stopped.
The thread spat out by that disgusting beast couldn’t even be broken by an Ogre.
For him, with his arm and leg not intact, breaking free was nearly impossible.
Hiss…
The spider’s breath brushed past his nose.
As the smell of death gradually descended, tears flowed from Roa’s eyes.
“N, no…”
For the sake of his comrades, he couldn’t die here.
“De, descendant of the ancient spider. Li, listen to me! Let’s make a deal! If you release me, I’ll make you like your glorious ancestors! I swear on the honor of the Elves…”
Hiss.
As if the Giant Spider understood those words, it tilted its head.
And it stared intently at Roa.
“Yes! Your great ancestors…”
Roa, whose eyes had been gleaming with hope, suddenly stopped speaking.
He realized that the Giant Spider’s five eyes weren’t looking at him.
The spider was looking above his head, at the dark castle wall he had fled from.
“Ah…”
Only then did Roa realize.
This spider hadn’t been listening to his proposal from the beginning.
“No…”
With Roa’s final scream, the ancient spider’s maw gaped wide open.
* * *
[Lord Kairen. The Giant Spider has just dealt with the last remaining Elf.]
The final scream that echoed like an echo from the edge of the forest and Garuda’s cold report.
Only then did Kairen let out a long breath.
“Phew…”
It was over.
The first siege defense that began with a 720-hour countdown, this long and daunting battle had finally come to an end.
Though relief washed over him for completing such a great task, Kairen’s expression soon grew heavy.
It was an overwhelming victory, but the losses weren’t nonexistent.
Garuda, the Minotaur, and the Giant Spider were safe, but the damage to the lower-tier monsters was severe.
Goblins, Kobolds, Skeletons, and others who had become cold corpses.
He looked at them with bitter eyes.
These were common monsters scattered throughout New World.
Some might say just tame more, but these creatures called him ‘master’ and willingly fought to the death.
It pained him to replace them so emotionlessly, like changing shoes.
“Minotaur. Gather the bodies of our comrades in one place.”
Moo! (Understood!)
Was this a characteristic of this place?
Unlike outside, the corpses remained intact even in death, not turning to gray dust.
Just as he was deciding to gather them for a funeral and hold a memorial service.
[Congratulations! You have perfectly repelled the enemy attack!]
[You have defeated every single enemy without leaving a single one alive! Humanity’s next attack will be greatly delayed!]
[As a reward, the territory-exclusive building 【Spring of Revival】 has been added to Territory Management!]
[As a reward, you have acquired the class-exclusive skill 【Dimensional Transport】!]
[As a reward, you have acquired the skill 【Arrow of Bitter Cold】.]
[As a reward, all class-exclusive stats have increased by 20!]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
Blessing-like notifications poured down like a waterfall.
And among them, what immediately caught his attention were the four words ‘Spring of Revival’.
He immediately opened the Territory Management window to check the newly added building.
[Spring of Revival] A building that can revive dead pets. The time required for revival varies by individual. Required resources: Low-Grade Magic Stone: 250, Logs: 30, Stone: 50.
“…!”
So this was why the pets didn’t turn to gray dust even when they died.
The bitterness that had been weighing heavily on his heart just moments ago melted away like snow.
The gloom was brief; he raised the corners of his mouth and ordered the building’s construction without hesitation.
His dedication to Territory Management had paid off.
Though it was a considerable amount of resources, he had more than enough to build it.
As soon as he gave the order, the children with construction aptitude energetically attached themselves to the building and got to work.
Watching them with satisfaction, he turned his gaze away.
Now it was time to check the other rewards.
As Kairen slowly confirmed what they were, the corners of his mouth curved into a gentle arc.
He had been running breathlessly from the moment he first obtained the territory until now.
He had endured all kinds of hardships.
[Congratulations! Your Authority stat has increased, allowing you to bring more pets along!]
Finally, the number of pets he could bring along had increased to two.
The reward for his hardships was more than enough.
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