The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Chapter 171 Five Against The Goblin Apostle

The Goblin Apostle roared, an ear-piercing sound that echoed across the entire battleground. The force of it reverberated off the walls of the ruined goblin fortress, sending a chill down Mikhailis's spine. The cry seemed to awaken something in the air. Green energy began swirling around, seeping out from the fallen goblins scattered across the battlefield. It moved as if it had a life of its own, creeping towards the Apostle, wrapping itself around him like a living aura. Mikhailis watched in disbelief as the Apostle's wounds began to heal, his once battered and bloodied body straightening, the injuries vanishing before their eyes.

"Oh, come on," Mikhailis muttered under his breath, watching the hulking figure grow larger, its already massive form becoming even more imposing.

Vyrellda, who had been charging in, pulled up short, her eyes wide.

"You've got to be kidding me," she growled. Her grip tightened on her sword, her knuckles whitening.

"This damn thing just won't die, will it?"

The green energy continued to pour into the Apostle, his body now glowing with a sickly radiance. He grew taller, his muscles expanding, his monstrous features becoming more grotesque. The very air seemed to shiver in response to the transformation, a tension settling across the battlefield. Mikhailis could hear Earl Vaelis cursing under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he eyed the Apostle's growing figure.

"This just got a whole lot worse," Earl Vaelis muttered, tightening his grip on his massive blade.

Mikhailis couldn't help but swallow hard.

This is bad. That thing's already strong enough to take down a battalion—now it's even worse?

He could feel the sweat trickling down the back of his neck, his mind racing.

Alright, Mikhailis, think. We need to bring this beast down, and fast.

The Goblin Apostle threw his head back, letting out another roar, the green energy around him pulsing. He lifted his weapon—a massive, jagged blade—and slammed it into the ground, the impact sending shockwaves rippling through the ground. Stones cracked, debris scattered, and the sheer force of it knocked several human soldiers off their feet.

Elowen, standing a few paces from Mikhailis, narrowed her eyes, her stance widening as she steadied herself.

"We can't let it get the advantage," she called out, her voice carrying over the din of the battle.

"We take it down. Now!"

Mikhailis nodded, his eyes locking on the Apostle.

Alright. No turning back now.

He reached down, his fingers wrapping around the hilt of his remaining knife. He wasn't exactly equipped for fighting a monster like this, but he could at least be a distraction. He needed to trust that Elowen and the others could deliver the killing blows.

With a guttural warcry, the Goblin Apostle lunged forward, his enormous form moving faster than something of his size should be able to. His weapon came down in a wide arc, dark and holy magic intertwined along its edge, creating an aura that seemed to disrupt the magic of those around it. Mikhailis could feel it—the way his own strength felt slightly sapped, his body heavier, as if weighed down by an invisible force.

"Move!" Elowen shouted, diving out of the way. Vyrelda and Earl Vaelis were already charging in, their weapons aimed at the Apostle's exposed side. They moved in perfect synchronization, their blades aimed for the vulnerable spots—the joints, the neck, the exposed underbelly of the Apostle's armor.

But the Apostle was ready. He swung his arm, his movements deceptively quick for his size. The jagged blade met Vyrelda's strike head-on, the impact sending a shockwave that forced her back. Earl Vaelis swung his own weapon, but the Apostle's other arm came up, blocking the blow with sheer brute force. With a twist of his body, the Apostle sent both Vyrelda and Vaelis flying, their bodies crashing into the ground several paces away.

Mikhailis gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing.

He has something that he need to focus on for now.

Together, they worked in tandem—Mikhailis darting in and out, his strikes quick, always aimed at the Apostle's weak points, while Serelith provided support from a distance, her magic striking with precision, keeping the Apostle off-balance.

Elowen, Vyrelda, and Earl Vaelis regrouped, their eyes locking onto the Apostle. They moved in once more, their attacks coordinated, each strike precise, aimed to bring down the monstrous leader. Mikhailis could see the intensity in their movements, the way they fought with everything they had, their strikes fierce and unyielding.

The Goblin Apostle roared, the green energy around it pulsing, its eyes glowing with both dark and holy light. For a brief moment, they saw an opening—a chance to strike together and bring the monstrous leader down.

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"Now!" Elowen shouted, and the three of them leapt with a speed that surprises even Mikhailis.

But just as they moved to finish it, the Apostle gathered green energy in its mouth, the power surging through its body.

And suddenly-

With a guttural shout, it let out an explosion of energy. The force of it erupted outward, green light blasting in every direction, sending Vyrelda, Elowen, and Earl Vaelis flying.

BOOM————!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mikhailis watched in horror as they were thrown across the battlefield, their bodies crashing to the ground, dust and debris rising in their wake. He could see them struggling to get back up, their movements sluggish, the impact clearly taking a toll.

"No..." Mikhailis whispered, his heart pounding. He turned his gaze back to the Apostle, its massive form now towering over him and Serelith. The Apostle's eyes locked onto Mikhailis, the energy swirling around it, its form massive, imposing.

Mikhailis swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his knife. He could feel the sweat trickling down his face, his heart pounding in his chest.

I can't let them die. Not like this.

Behind him, he could see Elowen, Vyrelda, and Earl Vaelis struggling, their bodies battered, but alive. And that was enough for him. He couldn't let them down. Not now. Not ever.

Especially Elowen.

"I don't know why you're doing this," Serelith's voice cut through the tension, her tone sharp, her eyes locked on Mikhailis, "but I'm going to support you, strange hobgoblin!"

Mikhailis allowed himself a brief smile.

"Alright then," he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the Apostle, his determination hardening.

Time to finish this.

The Apostle let out another roar, its massive weapon raised, the dark and holy magic swirling around it. But Mikhailis was ready. He was going to end this—no matter what it took. And with Serelith by his side, he knew they stood a chance.

"Let's do this," he said, his voice steady, his eyes locked onto the Goblin Apostle. And then, without another word, he charged.