Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Smashing Goblins
Third Person’s POV

Even though the hobgoblin was only a grade one being, he was still facing problems as maintaining such a complex spell on his first try was more difficult than he had anticipated.

But he was unfazed as this was his first real test, and he relished the challenge.

The hobgoblin barely had time to process what was happening before its eyes glazed over as it fell under the spell’s influence.

The hobgoblin’s expression shifted from confusion to manic excitement. Its breath hitched and its muscles tensed, and then—

“Kill… man… mate with his woman. Kekeke…”

It let out a guttural laugh and charged at its subordinates as its massive bone club swung at them with brutal force.

Instead of attacking Ethan and the girls, it turned to its own kind.

With a single brutal swing, it smashed the heads of two goblins entwined in their madness.

Their skulls caved in instantly and their upper bodies turned into a thick layer of black meat paste, even as their still-connected lower halves remained grotesquely connected and twitched uncontrollably.

The girls gagged at the nauseating sight, as Virelle’s hand flew to her mouth.

“This is… revolting.”

But Ethan on the other hand merely watched and was fascinated by the intensity of the illusion’s hold.

The other goblins remained oblivious with their minds being still entranced by the false pleasure world Ethan had conjured specially for them.

The hobgoblin, meanwhile let out a roar of triumph and believed itself to be slaughtering rivals and claiming their women in its warped reality.

It rampaged through the clearing as it crushed and tore apart its own kind with gleeful abandon.

The sickening sound of bones shattering and flesh squelching echoed through the night as the blood-soaked earth turned darker beneath the massacre.

Ethan merely smirked and his fingers twitched slightly as he adjusted the illusion’s parameters.

He knew that this was only the beginning and his control over the domain of mind and soul would only grow stronger from here.

Virelle’s breath came quick and a mixture of awe and horror danced in her red eyes.

“This spell… it’s incredible,” Virelle said as her voice was tinged with awe.

“If you can master it, you could win the future battles without shedding even a single drop of blood.”

Ethan nodded, his expression thoughtful.

“That’s the plan. But it is not without its limitations.

The strain on my mind is significant, and maintaining the illusion requires constant focus.”

Virelle’s mind raced as she processed the implications of Ethan’s spell.

Mind magic and soul manipulation were true esoteric arts and were known only to a select few.

If calculated based on a percentage over ninety-nine percent of the world’s population had no aptitude, resources, or knowledge to pursue mind and soul magic.

She had heard rumors of the dreaded necromancers of the Southern Shadow Lands of the human’s Dark Star Continent and the spectral horrors of the Southwest ShadowMire Swamps of her home continent but she had never seen such mastery firsthand.

Necromancers were known to dabble in the practice of manipulating the souls of people who had just died.

It involved the process of extracting and enslaving them while at the same time preventing their passage into the reincarnation cycle of the Astral Realm.

The specters of the Southwest ShadowMire Swamps were believed to be projections of powerful vengeful spirits from the Astral Realm.

But they were not a single existence but were amalgamations of countless souls who had suffered unjust deaths.

By some unknown force or sheer luck, they sometimes managed to infiltrate the material world and from then on gained the unnatural ability to move freely between both the ethereal Astral Ream and the real material realm.

It was as if the very laws of the universe had granted them an inexplicable boon.

It was said that no weak specters existed among them, and perhaps for that very reason, their numbers still remained eerily low.

But what Ethan wielded was something different and something far more insidious.

It was mind control and hypnosis in the true sense.

“Brother Ethan,” she murmured again as a shiver ran down her spine.

“This ability of yours… It’s beyond dangerous. You have to be careful about not revealing it to anyone else besides us two and our Masters.”

Ethan didn’t respond as his focus was still on the rampaging hobgoblin.

But Virelle was relentless as she seemed to think that Ethan was not taking her words seriously.

Knowing that he was still controlling the spell, she didn’t break his concentration by acting irrationally and simply whispered to him with an unyielding expression in her red eyes.

“We need to have a good talk about this, Brother Ethan.”

Ethan nodded and continued guiding the hobgoblin’s movements.

Meanwhile, Velcy was still trying to process what she had witnessed.

Suddenly, she clutched at Ethan’s sleeve and asked him with curiosity.

“You mean to tell me,” she whispered, “that even if someone was stronger than you, they could still be trapped in something like this?”

Ethan chuckled as he tilted his head slightly.

“It depends. This spell is only one of many.

If I refine it further, who knows? Perhaps even kings and warlords will one day fall to my illusions.”

His words sent a ripple of excitement and unease through the girls.

The last of the dark goblins collapsed with everyone killed by their own leader and commander.

The hobgoblin who was now bathed in the gore of its own kind, let out a final triumphant roar before Ethan severed the spell’s hold.

For the briefest moment, clarity returned to its eyes.

Then, the gruesome realization dawned in its yellow toad eyes.

It looked down at its bloodied hands and at the mutilated corpses surrounding it.

Confusion turned to horror.

It opened its mouth to scream like a frightened girl but Ethan had no interest in listening to its shock and fear-filled screams.

With a swift motion, he summoned a thin icy needle from his fingertips…