Although Phield enjoyed watching stories about goblins and nuns, that didn't mean he wanted to see it happen in reality—especially not when some idiot was raising them using human lives.
Fifty or sixty goblins rushed out from the shadows, wielding all kinds of crude weapons as they charged in chaotic disorder.
"The Ring of Sin!"
With a thought, a surge of pure killing intent erupted within Phield. A black magic circle spread beneath his feet, instantly empowering the ten soldiers around him.
"The armor doesn't feel as heavy anymore… I've got endless strength… my god, have I been blessed?"
The soldiers were filled with disbelief, their faces lighting up with excitement as they clenched their fists.
"Kill them all!"
At Phield's command, the impatient soldiers formed a neat horizontal line. Raising their iron shields, they charged forward—the pressure like a moving wall of steel.
"Bang!"
