Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 39: Damn This Shitty Blade!

Ayame then curses angrily, ”damn this shitty weapon! All three wouldʼve fallen if I had my old blade…” She begins to pant quite heavily. It seems that the flashy technique took a bit of a toll on her body. Ayame glances at her sword and then throws it away dismissively when she realizes that it is about to break apart into smithereens.

A goblin sneaks up on her from behind, but Ayame quickly reacts, kicking it in the head with a powerful blow that sends it spiraling in the opposite direction. Without wasting a moment, she starts to sprint, the two remaining hobgoblins quickly begin the pursuit of their now weaponless target.

They were visibly shaken by the strength of her quick draw technique, but since she no longer has a blade their confidence soared to new heights.

Ayame utilizes her superior Agility to keep ahead of them, darting through the trees with ease.

”Thanks for being such barbaric creatures that you mindlessly chase after an opponent faster than you instead of taking care of your injured companion.” She voices her appreciation for her enemies and then activates another spell, ”[Flash Step],” a swift movement spell that allows her to move with unparalleled speed and precision for a brief moment.

In a blur of motion, she reaches the kneeling hobgoblinʼs position and looks down on him with merciless eyes for a fraction of a second before springing into action once again.

The three hobgoblins look around with clueless expressions before they find her again. The two that were chasing her begin running towards her once more, while the one on the ground lifts his hand to hit her in the stomach.

Ayame stomps on the limb with her right foot and, at the same time, she snatches up his axe from the ground and grabs the handle with both of her hands.

She lets out a blood curdling battle cry before, despite his best efforts, she separates his arm from his torso which was used as her temporary footstool before changing target to the other arm which he raised when the first one was incapacitated by her feet.

Seeing the fountain of blood sprinkle out of the flesh wound she had caused onto her clean clothes, A sinister grin appears on her previously delicate features, morphing her aura from a slender battle maiden to a terrifying embodiment of malice. Her eyes gleam with a predatory hunger, her aura now exuding a chilling, otherworldly menace akin to a bloodthirsty banshee.

With ruthless precision, Ayame swings the axe once again, this time taking four fingers off his remaining hand. In the next moment, she shifts her posture and swings her weapon in the opposite direction in a wide, powerful arc, chopping the second arm entirely off his body. The hobgoblin roars in pain and desperation, but Ayame is relentless.

She looks at her crippled opponent with sheer superiority mixed with disgust in her eyes before sentencing him to oblivion nonchalantly: ”die.” Ayame follows up on her promise of execution immediately by decapitating him with a single, merciless swing of her axe.

His head rolls to the ground unceremoniously as his body collapses lifelessly and blood begins to pour out of the wound like a river that was held back by a dam that was just destroyed.

Breathing heavily, Ayame stands over the fallen hobgoblin, her eyes blazing with determination. She turns to face the remaining two who have caught up by now, ready for the next round.

My eyes widen with amazement at the brutal display of personal might and sheer ruthlessness my cherished samurai companion has shown me just now. There might be something wrong with my head but she has become even hotter in my mind, which I didnʼt think was possible because let me tell you, she is a real beauty with a precious personality.

Thereʼs something sexy about a strong woman beating and then mercilessly executing her opponents while sentencing them to death with a scornful, condescending expression on her divinely charming face that just signified her supremacy over her foe. The fact that her slain enemyʼs blood adorns her clothes and skin like a battle trophy is just the icing on the cake.

Furthermore, because her normal state of being is just so serene, relaxed and kind, this giant switch that happens when she enters serious battle mode just makes everything stand out even more. If she was a barbaric battle maniac 24/7 seeing her chop limbs off with a sinister smile on her face wouldnʼt affect me to this degree of being completely surprised.

Sadly I donʼt have the time to watch her fight because the goblin swarm Iʼve been kiting is fast on my tail. Theyʼve realized that they should use ranged attacks against a faster opponent after a few minutes of effortless pursuit, so now I have to zig-zag to dodge their thrown blades, rocks and whatnot.

Furthermore, to my chagrin I have to acknowledge that a few goblins are much stronger than the ones Iʼve encountered so far. The scouts were made up of level 2 and 3 individuals who only took two good thrusts of my spear, one if I used [Power Strike], but some here are still standing even after 3 hits, though they are on their last legs.

Whatʼs even worse is that Iʼm only at half HP due to failing to dodge all their thrown projectiles, though thankfully Iʼm only feeling pain, beyond that my body can function at full capability.

Since reaching their camp Iʼve slain approximately ten goblins, none being higher than level 5, this means that thereʼs about twenty more green-skinned deformed midgets running after me. I find fighting back harder and harder as time goes on, partly because Iʼm afraid of being hit and also because Iʼm getting closer and closer to the state of exhaustion.

My spearhead is also on its last leg from what I can tell. Each hit requires more force from me to pierce their flesh and bones.