Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord-Chapter 104: The Massacre(1)

The sound of the fading invisibility cloak rose softly, ghostlike, before fading completely. And with it, the illusion vanished. In its place— goblins, much more of them.

Rows upon rows of them, standing still as death. Each wielded crude weapons—swords jagged like rusted fangs, axes heavier than they had any right to be, hammers forged with stone and steel. Their eyes burned with savage glee, their twisted faces curled in permanent snarls. Dozens. No, more. Dozens upon dozens.

Steve stood there, frozen. His mouth parted slightly, and though no words came out, his breath came in shallow, stuttering waves. His body trembled. Subtle, but enough.

Fiona felt it first. She blinked slowly, her lashes flickering apart, her gaze drifting down to the trembling arm that held her. Her brows furrowed faintly.

’Stevien?’ she thought.

She lifted her gaze.

And then she saw.

Tens—no, thirties—no, possibly a hundred goblins emerged from nothing, materializing from the dissolving invisibility cloak.

A shocked, terrified gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it, but that was all she could do.

’What the fuck?’ Steve’s mind screamed.

’We had barely managed to kill just one. How many are there now?’

His gaze shot toward the B-rank soldier. She was standing too, stone-faced, her eyes flickering left, right, left again. She was registering the same thing.

Cloak after cloak fell away. Goblins. Goblins. Goblins. They surrounded them like a rising tide.

The B-rank soldier’s thoughts raced.

’ Fifty? No—too many. Far too many. They’re low-level magic beasts, yes, but this number... Even I might not make it out. And the rookies?...They’re not ready.’

’Should I take them on? Can I stall them? Is that even possible?’

Her eyes snapped to the rookie magic guards, most of them still frozen in place, too young, too green. Her jaw clenched.

A second later, her voice ripped through the field like a whip crack.

"Everyone, run! NOW!" she bellowed, unsheathing her sword in a single motion.

"Get to the forest! Move! If you want to see another day, MOVE NOW!"

With that said, she charged.

The magic guards, however, still remained, stuck on the spot with fear as they trembled uncontrollably.

Steve, on the other hand, only flickered his eyes to his sides for a fleeting moment before he rose to his feet and in a thunderous pace, he advanced forward, charging past the magic guards towards the forest with Fiona in hand.

"C’mon...let’s go!" He thundered.

’She really wants to battle those goblins on her own...is she crazy?! Well, for now, I just gotta try to let everyone make it out.’ He thought inwardly.

The magic guards, upon seeing his motion, one after another, began to move, following his lead as they all made a run for it.

The goblins reacted with equal fury, snarling with guttural howls as they raised their weapons and lunged forward towards Ser Ira.

Clash!

Clash!

Steel clashed against jagged edges, weapons raked through air and flesh. Ser Ira fought with surgical ferocity, slicing into their ranks with wide, sweeping strikes. But they were too many.

Her blade swung at one, only for another to rise. She weaved, ducked, leapt sideways, dodging by mere inches.

Still, she fought.

’This isn’t about survival anymore.’ she thought grimly.

’I need to buy some time for the rookies. At least until some of them have to make it to the carriage...that way, the Queen Witcher will definitely be aware...that a clan of magic beasts made its way into the realm!’

Another goblin lunged, swinging a hammer with brutish power. She ducked under the blow, feeling the wind rush above her scalp. She sprang to the side, blade flashing.

However, right then—

Something moved behind her.

She caught the motion in the corner of her eye. A flicker, a blur—another goblin, one that had remained cloaked until now. Its sword was already drawn, its face twisted in a grotesque snarl.

She tried to pivot.

But she was too late....and before she could even brace to dodge the strike-

Slash.

The blade came down.

***

Elsewhere, Steve was running.

He had Fiona in his arms, her body light but limp. His feet pounded the earth as he led the escape. Behind him, chaos reigned. But he didn’t have time to look back.

"Come on!" he barked to the others.

"We have to move! Now!"

Tonya, and the remaining magic guards were trailing behind. Most were still dazed, shocked beyond belief. But Steve didn’t wait.

His mind raced.

’Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! I need to get them out. All of them. Then maybe... maybe I can try using the Puppeteer’s string again to aid the supervising guard. I did it before. I just need them safe first.’

However, right at that moment, as he ran, something shimmered in the corner of his eye.

A string, which seemed to gloat seamlessly just a few steps from him.

It was faint. Thin as a hair, nearly invisible.

’Hmm...?’

His feet slowed. Confusion flickered across his face. The string danced lightly in the air, barely noticeable.

’The...hell is that? Isn’t that...a puppeteer’s string? Why would it-’

He only moved for a few more steps before the realization hit him.

His eyes widened.

Gasp

He gasped

"Everyone....DUCK!" he roared.

He didn’t wait.

He threw himself to the ground, Fiona still in his arms. He hit the earth hard, rolled with the impact, shielding her with his body. Behind him, the others hesitated.

Too long.

It came like thunder.

A slicing force ripped through the air, so fast it outran sound itself. And then—

SLASH. BASH.

One seamless motion. A wave of death.

About twelve of the rookie magic guards were caught mid-run. Slit open in a single stream. Their bodies tore apart—torn torsos, shattered limbs, some simply blasted to bloody fragments. The force of the attack sprayed the field in crimson mist.

Steve flinched.

The survivors landed hard, those few who had dropped with him in time. Breathing heavy. Shaking. The screams began almost instantly.

"No! No, no, NO!"

"Ronald!"

"Benjin!!"

Voices broke into sobs. Names were called into the void. Others simply stood, silent, stunned, shaking violently as they stared at the blood-soaked ground, at the bodies of their comrades and family members—or atleast what remained of them.

They were broken.

Steve remained crouched, breath ragged, chest heaving as he gazed upon the unsightly sight.

Pant. Pant. Pant.

’More casualties! What the fuck...what the fuck is even going on!’

His eyes slowly rose.

There. The string.

Still shimmering faintly.

He followed it with his gaze until, finally, the cloak peeled away.

And then he saw it.

A goblin.

Not like the others.

It was massive, towering above the rest. Its body was dense with muscle, skin thick and scarred like old stone. And in its massive hand...

A machete.

And its eyes—they burned with focused, unrelenting rage.

It wasn’t just looking at Steve.

It was locked on him.

And it wanted blood.

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