Goaty!!!
One moment, the soldiers were advancing.
The next
A golden blur tore through their ranks.
Goaty exploded forward, horns shattering armor like paper. Bodies were flung into the air like ragdolls, crashing into their comrades.
A knight swung his sword—
Goaty bit it in half.
Another raised his shield—
Goaty trampled him into the dirt.
Within seconds, dozens lay dead.
Roderic, watching from afar, clenched his jaw.
"So that's the beast," he muttered.
His grip tightened on his sword.
"Bring out the executioners."
A new group stepped forward—fifteen heavily armored warriors.
Unlike the rest, they wore black plate armor, their weapons glowing with enchantments.
They were elite monster hunters, trained to kill creatures of legend.
And their target was Goaty.
Ren narrowed his eyes as the executioners marched toward his summon.
"Now that's interesting," he muttered.
Goaty pawed the ground, sensing the challenge.
One of the executioners raised a massive warhammer and roared—
"Kill the beast!"
They charged.
The battlefield shook.
Goaty met them head-on.
The first executioner swung his enchanted blade—only for Goaty to duck under it and slam his horns into his gut.
The man was lifted off his feet and hurled into a wall.
Another executioner swung his axe. Goaty dodged, twisted—and bit through the man's helmet, crushing his skull.
But the executioners were not ordinary men.
They fought in perfect coordination, surrounding Goaty, striking from all angles.
Goaty dodged, weaved, countered—but even he was starting to feel the pressure.
Ren frowned.
"They're actually holding him off…"
Then—
One of the executioners raised a silver spear glowing with runes.
A weapon enchanted specifically to kill legendary creatures.
He hurled it.
It flew straight for Goaty's heart.
A Master's Intervention
At the last second—
Ren moved.
His hand shot up—and the spear stopped in mid-air.
The executioners froze.
Ren smirked.
"Nice trick," he said, snapping his fingers.
The spear reversed direction—flying straight back into the thrower's chest.
The executioner collapsed, blood pooling beneath him.
Ren's eyes glowed.
"You guys are strong," he admitted. "But you forgot something important."
The air grew cold.
"You're not just fighting Goaty."
The ground rumbled.
"You're fighting me."
The Dead Rise Again
Across the battlefield, every fallen soldier—both enemy and ally—began to move.
Bones snapped back into place.
Flesh stitched itself together.
The dead stood once more.
And now—
They fought for Ren.
Roderic's eyes widened.
"Impossible…"
But Ren only grinned.
"You came here expecting a battle," he said, stepping forward.
"But this is not a battle."
His army of undead turned toward the remaining soldiers.
"This is a massacre."
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The battlefield was silent for a brief, terrifying moment.
Then
Ren's undead horde surged forward, overwhelming the already battered forces of General Roderic.
Where once there were brave warriors, now there were only desperate survivors fighting against the inevitable.
Soldiers screamed as skeletal hands dragged them down. Others swung their blades wildly, only for their own fallen comrades to rise and turn against them.
Ren stood at the center of it all, eyes glowing with raw power.
This was not a battle anymore.
This was a slaughter.
From his warhorse, General Roderic clenched his teeth as he watched his army crumble.
"Hold the line!" he roared, his voice cutting through the chaos.
His knights rallied, forming a tight defensive formation—shields locked, spears braced.
They would not go down easily.
Not without a fight.
The ground shook as Goaty charged forward, eyes gleaming like molten gold.
Roderic narrowed his gaze.
"So be it."
He raised his sword.
"Kill the beast!"
The executioners, those elite warriors who had barely survived their clash with Goaty, reformed their ranks.
Their weapons burned with divine enchantments.
They would not fail again.
Goaty vs. The Executioners – Round Two
The first executioner lunged, swinging a blazing greatsword
Goaty dodged, his hooves kicking up dust.
A second warrior came from the side, thrusting a spear at his flank—
Goaty spun, his horns clashing against the enchanted steel. Sparks flew.
But the executioners were not just relying on strength.
They coordinated, their attacks flowing like a deadly dance.
A sword nearly slashed through Goaty's neck, missing by inches.
A hammer slammed into his side, sending him skidding backward.
Ren's eyes flashed.
For the first time
Goaty was struggling.
Ren stepped forward, prepared to intervene
But Goaty suddenly let out a deep, guttural growl.
His golden fur crackled with energy.
Ren's eyes widened.
"Wait… is he ?"
Then it happened.
Goaty Evolves?!
A brilliant golden aura exploded from Goaty's body, blasting away the executioners.
His horns elongated, glowing with a dazzling radiance.
His muscles bulged, his hooves hardened into pure obsidian.
A notification flashed in Ren's vision
[Goaty has unlocked a new ability: SSS-Rank Charge – "Titan's Wrath"!]
Ren grinned.
"Oh, this is gonna be good."
The Charge of a Monster
Goaty lowered his head, aiming his horns at the executioners.
Then
He moved.
No he vanished.
One second, he was standing still.
The next
He plowed straight through the executioners, shattering their armor like glass.
Their enchanted weapons? Useless.
Their divine blessings? Meaningless.
They didn't even have time to scream.
By the time Goaty stopped, half of them were dead.
The remaining few staggered to their feet, faces pale with fear.
One of them the strongest among them gritted his teeth.
"No… we can still "
Goaty kicked him in the face.
His skull caved in.
The executioners were no more.
The Warhound Falls
General Roderic gripped his sword so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"Impossible…"
He had fought in countless wars.
He had defeated legendary foes.
But now
Now he stood alone.
His soldiers were either dead or fleeing.
His best warriors were wiped out like insects.
And in front of him stood the golden demon.
Goaty snorted, his breath hot against the air.
Ren walked forward, stepping over the bodies of fallen knights.
His expression was calm.
"You fought well," he said.
Roderic said nothing.
He simply raised his sword.
A warrior's pride would not let him surrender.
Ren sighed.
"Alright."
He snapped his fingers.
A shadow moved.
Roderic barely had time to react before a spectral blade pierced through his chest.
His sword clattered to the ground.
Blood dripped from his lips.
He fell to his knees.
Ren crouched beside him.
"You were called the Warhound of Zevran, weren't you?" he murmured.
Roderic coughed, his vision fading.
"I was."
Ren tilted his head. "Any last words?"
The dying general let out a weak chuckle.
"You're… not human."
Ren smirked.
"I never claimed to be."
With one final shuddering breath, the Warhound of Zevran died.
The battlefield was silent once more.
Ren exhaled, stretching his arms.
"Well, that was fun."
Goaty nudged him, eyes expectant.
Ren chuckled. "Fine, fine. You did good, buddy."
He scratched Goaty's head. The goat huffed proudly.
Then
A new notification appeared.
[Blackthorn Fortress has been successfully defended!][Territory Claimed!][New Title Acquired: "Lord of the Dead"]
Ren raised an eyebrow.
"Lord of the Dead, huh?"
He looked around at the burning ruins, the countless corpses, the skeletal warriors standing at attention.
He smirked.
"Yeah. That sounds about right."