Blade of the Goddess
Chapter 87 - Starfall Showdown Tournament Part 5

Chapter 87: Chapter 87 - Starfall Showdown Tournament Part 5

"We are warriors!" A beastman chanted

"We are warriors!" The others chanted back

"We are predators!"

"We are predators!"

"Prey won’t escape us!"

"Prey won’t escape us!"

"This tournament is our win!"

"This tournament is our win!"

"Fuck those Humans!"

"Fuck those humans!"

"Fuck those Dragons"

"Fuck those dragons!"

"Elves are stinky!"

"Elves are stinky!"

"Dwarves are ugly!"

"Dwarves are ugly!"

"We are beastmen!"

"We are beastmen!"

"And we will win!"

"And we will win!"

"HAZAH!"

"HAZAHHHHH!"

"Do you smell that, my brothers and sisters?" Korrbit, the leader of the group, asked. He was a lionkin like the king and had similar features to him, his fur being a darker shade of brown. He wore no shirt and only pants with minimal protection, had no weapons, and only relied on his strength.

"Smells like monsters!" Drivhurn sniffed, his wolfkin senses on high alert. His fur was grey, and like Korrbit, he was tall and muscular and also had no shirt on, showcasing his sweaty white chest.

"They smell strong! I can’t wait to sink my teeth into them! They better be stronger than the last bunch!" Zyntril grumbled. She was a bearkin and was the largest one here which was not only evident by her height by also her massive tits and fat ass. She wore a thin, torn-up cloth that barely covered her chest and wore very, very short leather pants, showcasing her muscular thunder thighs.

"You think there will be any meat? I’m starving! Monster meat is gross. I want real meat!" Nollto complained. He was a foxkin with orange hair/fur. Like the others, he was also muscular, but he was the shortest out of all of them.

"Shut up, Nollto! You only think about food! We’re here for glory and honor! Imagine all the food we’ll get once we bring back first place!" Jynbria slapped the back of his head. She was a cheetahkin and had yellow hair with black ends, freckles, and a modest body.

"Jynbria’s right! Who needs mere scraps of meat when we’ll have a feast after we bring back all the honor and glory there is to bring!" Korrbit bellowed

"Let’s go hunt!" Drivhutn yelled.

"Yeahhhh!!!!" They all agreed, charging into a horde of monsters.

Jynbria was the fastest, so she was the first one to reach the horde of monsters. Orcs, trolls, cyclops, and basilisks

"Hahaha! Basilisks! A worthy prey!" Switching to running on all fours, Jynbria closed the distance and leaped into the air. She partially transformed, her arms to her elbows and legs to her knees, becoming more animalistic, and clawed at the air.

At first, nothing happened, but after a second, a gust of wind so violent tore through the monsters, leaving them sliced into pieces. The attack didn’t manage to kill the basilisks but did leave scars on their thick skin.

"An amazing attack!" Korrbit yelled as he came slamming onto the basilisk, crushing its head in one strike.

Drivhurn transformed fully into a wolf, mana wrapping around his body as he ran through the monster ranks, biting throats, clawing chests, and howling at the sky.

Nollto was swift and out of sight, weakening the monsters for his stronger companions to kill more easily. He tore off legs, impaled eyes, bit off private parts, and killed the ones who didn’t manage to die in a single strike from his companions.

Zyntril came in like a tank, wrestling many basilisks as if they were in the same weight class. She body slammed one, ripping its heart from its chest. Turning around, she stopped another from chomping down on her neck by holding its maw open and ripping it apart.

It was a bloody mess. The fight was disgusting and unorganized. All of them killed for fun, glory, and honor. If it weren’t for the tournament, you would think they were only a bunch of savages brutalizing their prey for the thrill of it.

’That bearkin girl is hot.’ Zion thought to himself as he watched the beastkmen go wild.

"I smell stronger prey! To the north!" Korrbit yelled.

"To the north!" They all parroted, running in the northern direction.

’They didn’t even finish killing every monster here. So it’s true that beastmen only care for the strong. Well, no matter, more points for us. Tessa, you know what to do.’

Just like before, Zion set up a barrier and burned the area before moving on to the dwarves.

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"Man, I want something to drink." A dwarf with brown hair and a scraggly beard grumbled. He wielded a large hammer that was on his back, and despite his short stature, he was muscular, all the dwarves were.

"I have water." One offered

"I don’t want fucking water Omthor, I want alcohol!"

"Oh, right, sorry, Elthor." He looked down, his black, messy hair dangling over his eyes. He loosened his grip on his battle axe, drooping his shoulders.

"Once we get back, I’ll drink a whole barrel of beer!" A dwarven woman shouted, her black hair raising over her shoulders and her large boobs bouncing when she raised her arm.

"Hilda, you only started drinking recently, you can barely hold your liquor!" A dwarf, tall for his race, laughed. His orange hair was tied in a bun, and his goatee was shaven clean. He had a scar on his eye, but it didn’t make his eyesight worse.

"Grin, shut up. We have some company up ahead." The last dwarf, Thalra said, and she readied her sword. Like Grin, she had orange hair.

Elthor pulled out his hammer. "Finally, something to fight. Being in this swamp is making my skin itch, so beating up monsters will take my mind off that."

"Get ready! [Wave]" Hilda slammed her hands on the ground, and a massive rune appeared, altering the landscape around them. The ground rippled, pulsed, then moved like a wave in the direction of the monsters coming their way.

"Those damn lizardmen wont see what hit them!" Grin shouted, pulling out his flail. "Omthor, let ’em have it!"

"Roger." Omthor charged forward into the horde of fallen lizard men, chopping one in half. One lizardman lept from the water, ready to bite his head off, but Omthor reacted in time and chopped its head off.

"Nice one, Omthor! I owe you a drink when we get back!" Elthor charged in, hammer raised. "Get a load of this, you lizard bastards!" The weapon hummed, then shuddered—when it hit the water, the vibrations ripped through their bodies, bursting them like balloons.

"Haha! Yeah! Get some!" Grin yelled as he bashed in some lizard heads. When some lizardmen swam at him, he clicked a button on his weapon, and spikes protruded from his flail. He swung it around, impaling them in the eyes, head, and chest, killing most of them and injuring others.

Tharla threw her sword and watched as it boomeranged around the swamp, slicing the lizards in half as a blue energy curved alongside her blade. She caught it in the air and came down hard, her sword plunging into the ground. [Earth Spikes], spikes of earth jolted out of the ground, impaling the lizard men, and painted the swampy water red.

Hilda threw a disk on the ground and watched as it grew into a larger disk. "Hop on!" She shouted. The dwarves listened and jumped onto the disk as it rose into the air.

"Time to end this. [Thunder Shock]" Lightning coursed through her arms as she planted them into the water, electrocuting every lizardman in the vicinity until they popped.

"Phew, glad I wasn’t in the water when that happened." Thalra joked.

"On to the next batch of enemies, then?" Omthor asked

"Unfortunately." Elthor nodded. "God, I need a drink."

’Looks like the dwarves are leaving now. Tessa, I’ll electrify this place as burning it wouldn’t make any sense with all this water around.’

[Understood]

Doing the same thing he did previously, Zion created his point generator and then left to see how the dragons were handling things.