Dungeon Overlord: Monster Girl Harem!-Chapter 105: Arrogance!

The moment Leonhardt left the dungeon, he gazed at the notifications he disable while dealing with Sylvie, and a sense of guilt throbbed in the back of his mind. Normally, monsters would be reborn, but those killed by this demon vanished forever.

Their souls destroyed.

'I cannot bring the same goblin's back?'

[No...]

Ifrit didn't expect this sort of reaction from Leonhardt. Because he normally acted so calmly when dealing with the dungeon, she mistook it for lack of interest. However, she realised that Leon just prioritised rising to a level where he could confidently call himself their master.

'What can I do for the lost goblins, A memorial will the survivors care?'

Leon's mind raced as he walked through the embervale forest. Its trees swayed with a low howl, almost forming a solemn song as if mourning the goblins.

'How is Gobomir?"

A strange emotion constantly bit at the mind of Leonhardt.

He understood it was anger... rage.

But because his emotions rarely reached this level, he couldn't contain it... as a black and red aura flowed from his body.

[Leon...]

Ifrit wanted to comfort him, but she also knew he needed closure and to deal with issues like this on his own two feet.

"Don't worry Ifrit, I won't risk my life. If he's too strong, I will let Zafira deal with it."

Gobbolas and Gobomir were special to Leonhardt, and that he had neglected them until recently weighed greatly on his mind.

'It almost feels like they waited for this moment...' Leon thought as his feet began to push off the ground faster, sprinting through the forest as his chest became heavier.

'Such an odd sensation.'

He kept running, but his body felt almost numb, Sylvie's mana now swirling in his core, keeping his mind sharp, cold and focused while his fiery mana flooded his muscles, causing short but sharp bursts of strength. Leonhardt's legs moved faster as the distance closed between him and the northern dungeon on his map.

Many small red dots suddenly vanished from the map, causing his throat to tighten.

"Ah..."

***

Meanwhile, at the northern outpost, Gobomir, pierced with two arrows, stood at the front of dozens of wounded goblins. His tall, red body, covered in cuts and wounds, was clearly inflicted to prolong his harm.

"Hahaha! You inferior goblin! Do you dare speak back to this Lord Devi again?"

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The demon kicked a rock with his long, black leg the sleek exoskeleton like a beetle.

Bang!

The huge rock slammed into Gobomir's chest, sending him flying backward as it exploded on his body.

The goblins tried to run, but the Demon sitting on a makeshift throne pointed at them, and the Lizards from the dungeon, like small raptors, dashed forward with sinister smirks, grabbing the goblins by their arms or hair.

Devi looked around at the carnage on his throne with delight.

"These damn freaks, how dare they hide the princess from me! She will become this Lord Devi's woman!"

He grinned and moved his hand over a crystal ball. On the top of his black, smooth head, two antennae flicked and wiggled as he moved through the images inside the orb.

"Hmm..."

"Y...you won't win.... Our master will come...!"

Struggling to stand, Gobomir dragged himself up, and instead of trying to protect himself. He used his body to block the smaller goblins.

These were the newly spawned members of the team, still level one or two.

Although they suffered little abuse from the Demon, he used them as punishment to wound both Gobomir and Gobbolas until the latter fled to seek help from the base, hoping to find Lady Zafira to deal with the issue.

Devi had tortured and beaten Gobomir every time he refused to disclose the princess's location, and to rub salt into his wounds, the Demon only killed the weakest of goblins.

"Master? What master?"

The Demon rose and stepped off the makeshift throne and stomped forward before he stood before Gobomir, gazing down at the goblins cowering behind Gobomir's shield like dirt.

"Your master has abandoned you, hahaha! So would I... imagined have a dungeon with goblins, foolish, disgusting creatures worse that insects and rats!"

Devi raised his leg and stomped on Gobomir's back, causing him to scream in pain.

"Argh... Ou...r.. Master.... Would never....!"

But the goblins didn't cry out.

They just gazed up into the air, a glowing black flame shining in the reflection of their eyes.

"Don't dream!"

The demon didn't notice the weaker goblins no longer trembled, and the moment that Gobomir's swollen eyes saw the air, a mass of webbing spread through the air as if to block them in...

Slowly the sun vanished from above.... and darkness filled the embervale forest.

"Ah! Master—"

"I told you that bastard isn't—" The demon froze. His eyes opened wide, a something stepped past him—an existence that hid from his mana detection. Something that Devi prided himself on.

"Sorry I am late, Gobomir."

The voice was gentle.

Yet he didn't attack the demon.

Instead, he poured a sticky red potion over the goblin's body. The figure wore a loose black robe with intricate details and small golden buttons. A simple yet elegant robe, but the intruder wore no shoes, and his hair was messy.

"Gobomir, retreat outside my webbing, watch my fight to the end to see how your master feels for you and ensure you keep these goblins safe.

"M-Master?!"

"That's an order, my dear friend."

With a smile, Leonhardt turned from the goblins and faced the stunned demon.

"Move."

A low, emotionless voice.

"Huh?"

"Move."

"W-Who do you think you are?"

The demon's aura started to rise—a powerful monster for sure... Leonhardt could see he was likely on the same level as the Brood Mother.

A young demon with a foolish dream.

The stronger demons couldn't attack the actual dungeon without announcing themselves in advance, after all. Leonhardt looked at him the same way he had gazed at the weak goblins a moment earlier.

"Move..."

One last time, he gave the command.

Three strikes.

Leonhardt's eyes burned with a smouldering hatred, his body creating steam as it seeped from his fingertips, causing the webbing sphere he built around them to start burning.

Like a dynamite fuse, it sizzled and lit the entire webbing on fire.

Now, nobody could enter or escape.

"Listen here, you pretty fool! You have no idea who I am... I don't blame you! But I am—"

Before the demon could react...

Leonhardt covered his face using his palm, which flickered with a small black flame.

"I don't care..."

—Cinderflame.