Athanor Online: Monarch of War

He's the General

The green figure walked lethargic with a silver sword stained with the blood of his fellow men, he returned to the prison cage that had been his residence. A plate containing good and nutritious food looks so tempting

The stomach that started to wriggle greedily he ate it. His energy and physique are very tired because they have to fight with each other, guilt is clearly so visible. However, by being forced to do this for his life, the good food he had tasted was not enough to pay for his fellow men's lives

But whatever the power, it's just a Goblin. Losers among losers, there is no place for losers in the world. Strength and power are the foundation of a food chain. Meanwhile, it did not meet the whole aspect at all

But never mind, for now he chose to enjoy the good food that his employer gave him. Although he knew this food was just a nutritious substance to keep his body primed, so that he could kill his fellow men in a vicious circle called Arena

His narrowed eyes glanced at his silver-bladed sword, the blood so thick was enough to disturb his mind,

***

"Please..don't.kill me..." A hoarse voice begging sounded faintly on his pointed ears.

His body was so fragile, his dominant right hand had separated on the main body, tears of pain dripping down profusely. Making him feel compassion for his fellow man, the silver sword seemed to tremble in both of his tiny hands

"Please..." Back heard but much deeper, his voice was so sweet but also so sharp that it was much sharper than his silver blade

Pain is so painful when he has to see his neighbor, not more precisely his brother who is so in pain. His silver sword was still shaking so violently, its breath clashing against the irregularly pumping lungs. However, he knew this was his destiny. His silver sword swooped down and pierced so deeply into his brother's throat

"Why..." A last word came out on his tiny mouth

No more pulse beats on his left hand, which indicates he has completed his task.

"I'm sorry I just did this to survive" he said in a guilty tone

Forcibly pulling out his silver sword which was now filled with the viscous blood of his brother, he stood still but that did not mean his soul did not budge. His hands were so trembling, his eyes were beginning to glaze over, the outpouring of guilt was clearly so felt in his heart. But this was solely to make him survive, otherwise he would have waited for his turn to die by his brother, just like his poor brother

But

"Haha!, you see not my Goblin is much more powerful. Now you have to pay 100 gold pieces!" A proud voice sounded far above the arena bench

The figure of a fat man with a piece of meat on his right hand tried to charge the man next to him who looked not much different.

"Currently, you're just lucky!" Annoyed annoyed. However with the sporty crest he gives a gold pocket containing the total bet

For those there, his race was just a betting animal. They would take good care of him in order to win the gamble, and that was only the value of a Goblin. He knows it, but that doesn't mean he just takes it for granted

To him they were mere greedy pigs thirsting for wealth, power, and sheer pleasure. He never cared about anything but themselves, making him so aware that they were far more rotten than his race that they were just losers.

Those above always moved as they pleased, making him so angry as if the life of his brother was nothing. He knew but that did not mean he accepted, in his heart he swore to avenge what he saw

***

Seeing the shadow of the fight earlier made him no appetite. He then took out his silver blade sword and immediately cleaned the blood that was sticking so sticky. He cleaned it roughly and quickly, trying to make it completely clean

Every time he saw a bloodstain on his silver blade, the memory of an unpleasant thing re-emerged and as if forced to remember it. Indeed he was a coward who ran away from his fear, and tried to survive the suffering of his brother

He constantly cleaned it with his dull cloth, if only he could not, then he would never sleep well.

"Huh. huh.." He increased the tempo of his breathing, the rush was clearly visible

The bloodstains are already dry and have begun to blacken, making it even harder to clean. However, he continued to try even harder to prevent her from having nightmares.

His hands were trembling again, guilt was piercing, cries and pleading sounds were still so imprinted in his memory. Unknowingly tears trickled down his retina, guilt was already powerless he could bear. And this cry was his guilt form

'I swear I will pay them back!' Clenching his pointy teeth, he promised himself

Her tiny hand no longer cleaned the stain on her silver blade. Deliberately left it as a reminder as well as a symbol of his oath.

*Tap Tap Tap

Footsteps felt faint approaching him, felt so cute but he knew whose figure it was. The steps are increasingly clear, little by little his figure is seen in the dark shadow of the room.

The fat figure dressed in white and various ornaments typical of two crossed daggers, looks so elegant in the eyes. But to him it was just a sack used by a pig.

The Duke looked at him probing, a little deeper then then smiled. He called out to one of the servants who had been following him

The Duke was so cold, making the servant tremble and immediately carry out his duties. Just like the servant, he also did not dare to look at the Duke. He had promised to avenge everything in a fair way, but at least not now the time

The Duke himself looked at him so disdainfully. Right now he was not much different as he stared at something like a maggot. But because he is one of the sources and pleasures then, it is only natural that he wants to see his assets even though he must be ready to vomit

Behind in the bars, he realized the Duke's gaze. As hatred grew more and more in his clean heart, he glanced towards the silver sword intending to take it but chose not to do anything risky at least for now

The servant came with a mysterious bottle of potion, the Duke took it and threw it into the bars, he did not want his holy hand to be in contact with dirty bars.

He then took and drank the potion bottle in front of him, because he knew it was an increase in strength and energy. It was this potion that made him so superior in his race. He simply drank the potion and became stronger, and when at the point he expected, his plan would begin soon

*Tap Tap Tap

The sound of a step back rang out, both the Duke and his ministry were unaware of the move. But not with her. The steps sound very quiet but the air of his existence is so pronounced, for someone who has passed through various things he knows that this existence is so cold

The Duke and the servant immediately left the place. However, a long black dagger pierced the servant's heart until it pierced out. Surprised, the Duke slipped down

The white clothes that were his pride were stained by the dirty mud. The Duke looked at the perpetrator with fear as well as a question mark

"Why are you doing this!?, you should know your position!" Speak high

The Duke did smell the scent of betrayal, but he did not expect that the figure in front of him was a traitor. No more precisely, the Duke knew that he was a traitor but he did not think that the person he was first targeting was himself

But it did not make him flinch, the traitor walked over and strangled the Duke's neck firmly. The gaze and outburst of anger were seen piercing so deeply into the Duke's retina

"W-what do you want? I'll definitely pay. So please don't fuck me.."

The Duke knew that the secret of the nobles of this country had been known to him, he also knew that the person in front of him was the strongest figure in the country, making him so frightened. But it does not matter, with a lot of money then surely he will just let go.

He was young, so he could not think clearly. According to him treasure was everything, therefore he would definitely receive a tempting offer. But it seems to make her even more emotional

A much greater force thrust was aimed at the Duke's neck. Realizing that, the Duke tried to rebel but because the difference between them was too great, it did not result in the slightest result

"D-basic butchers!" With a stammering pronunciation the Duke managed to finish his words but on the other hand also finished his last breath

He threw the Duke's body to the dirtiest spot on the floor, fixing his white mane. Meanwhile, the Goblin stared in disbelief, but the gaze attracted the attention of the traitor

The Goblin looked down again and realized the traitor's gaze was too piercing. The Goblin's eyes coincidentally stared at a black blade the traitor was holding

Black dagger with carvings and beautiful and unique shape attracts the attention of the Goblin. Unknowingly a force entered his body. From where, the Goblin did not know

"You better not be acting weird Rodant" he said to a black blade. "Let's just relax I'm just a little interested" said the black blade

Confused, the Goblin decided to stay still while bowing his head to avoid the traitor's sharp gaze. But a black portal opened wide behind the Goblin's back

He looked back, the wind and the air felt so different he felt. The Goblin stared suspiciously, but somehow her legs seemed to be pulled inside

"You shouldn't have to do anything stupid about Rodant" he realized it was his black dagger that did this. "I'm just a prank..." He doesn't care much about the user's protests

The Goblin entered the portal. An atmosphere of space so quickly changed, the scent of blood came out stingingly. Her tiny hands trembled in fear seeing what was in front of her. A forest that is in the most foreign place and not reachable by sunlight

He moved his legs even further, though his whole body was still trembling in fear. Because he knew now he was in a place called The Abyss

***

He opened his eyes, remembering that his past was no longer important. The sea of enemies was clearly visible on his retina, he descended from his horse of honor and pulled the silver sword from its sheath

His steps quickly cut through the air, he stared at a human with black armor. How many races had he slaughtered?, Not even himself could count them. As a general he struck his silver sword with the red sword of the black armored man

"You're gonna end up here!"

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Zhamban ing - zhochonnga. (Corruption is true power)