Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Killin Max's charge caused his enemies to tremble. His master had been teaching him and his brethren intelligent ways to fight and interact with enemies rather than attacking without tact – on pure instinct.

The most basic form of offense he knew was to let loose the presence he had learnt to hide abruptly, causing his enemies to be smitten with surprise at how powerful he was!

A Tier 9 was not to be trifled, especially by small fry like this.

After he had inflicted the momentary shock, he would charge at full speed with his trusty Unique grade spear that was closer to a trident in design and kill enemies that were more trigger happy with their attacks than the others. This served as the best means to deter further damage to the others on his side.

With his charge and the mighty swing of his spear, the pressure carried forward was enough to flatten three of the barrelling vehicles as well as their passengers with a wallowing intensive gravity-like force before physical contact was even made!

Killin Max knew how powerful he was, thus before his spear needlessly fell to dead prey, he anchored his body and swung it at another group of goblins flinging their spears and throwing vials full of what he assumed were poisons!

Luckily, since he was decked in the golden barrier created by his master's master, he did not concern himself with things such as these and jabbed with his spear tens of times before a fraction of a second to pass!

Dozens of the riding contraptions blew up utterly violently from the points of impact, their passengers being pierced and torn from even thirty meters away from the actual spear wielding Gale Fiend!

"Hau Kakaaaaa!" the goblins screamed as some of the more frantic ones resisted the allure of needless death and fled while the braver ones leapt at Killin Max who proudly spun his spear and jabbed it into the ground before sucking in a deep breath!

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

...!

As he did, monsters at the sixth Tier and below felt a terrible clutch over insides that drew away their mana from their orifices!

All of sudden, the concentrated mana formed white trails that rushed through the air and disappeared under Killin Max's tentacles!

The Gale Fiend growled in satisfaction while hundreds of goblin bodies fell lifelessly to the ground, his thick, black hand pulling back up his spear, charging it with much of the mana he had stolen and swinging it wildly ahead of himself!

Who knew green, brown and grey would look so profound when melded together in a gorey mess that flew up for tens of meters?!

The scene of carnage that erupted when Killin Max took advantage of the special effect of his spear, dispelling essences it was charged with in a more precise fashion, was beautiful!

The goblins cried helplessly!

The quality of a Tier among beasts mattered a lot and even the goblins knew.

But this was too much!

Unfortunately, Killin Max wasn't the only one doing the attacking!

While the remaining wheeled vehicles started to turn around, the main groups of goblins rushing in to support, Killin 0 to 3 stepped up, their long tentacles standing erect to spray fountains of a dark purple poison that mixed in with rain!

At the angle they shot this poison from, much of it ended up falling over goblin skins and orifices, something most of these enemies couldn't do anything against.

They spread it out in different directions, making sure to take advantages of the rain and as their enemies drew near. At the same time, the lean Terrors grabbed their smaller weapons and rushed into battle as well!

The results of their work didn't long.

From the blue, some among the thousands of goblins approaching, suddenly dropped dead. Their bodies simply turned stiff and they died on the spot for no decipherable reasons!

The fact that this happened over a wide range brought anxiety to the goblins, especially those approaching a clash with the enemy and this was a fatal mistake as tens of yellow skinned Terrors grunted as they charged fiercely, swatting away goblins left and right from the Venom Terrors!

"Raaar!" Killin 11 brought his thick hands down and smashed apart four goblins with ease as the ground under hummed in pain while caving into itself!

The combination of a ridiculously powerful vanguard, four poison flingers and a charge of burly bulldozers that crushed whatever met their fists was excellent!

Red Rage in the air felt emotional.

His team was far from perfect but for now, he could appreciate the growth.

His children were learning quickly and as soon as the newer ones grew stronger, he could create perfect army that worked harmoniously.

Offense.

Defense.

Support.

He was working on how to balance it all out.

From the rear of the enemy side, the Apostle saw goblins nocking their black arrows and sending them flying towards his group.

Though they were many, Red Rage merely scoffed.

The arrows bounced off of every single one of his monsters because of the barriers of [Just Light] Skullius had created for everyone. They could defend against such trivial attacks after all.

This got the Pelvic Arbiter thinking though...

"I should teach some of them archery. Direct confrontations are the Terrors' strong suit but not so much for some of the others creatures I've found," he said to himself while folding his arms. "Hmmm, that said. The goblins here are a bit too many for my children to tackle on their own, aside from Killin Max."

Red Rage zoomed past the wide space he intended in a flash and landed heroically right in the middle of the goblin charge, blowing up some of them into a gooey mess in the process!

His arrival caused confusion but by the time the goblins to even decided to split their forces and apportion some of themselves to handle him, the Apostle had already cocked his fist and initiated a sequence fitted with three Special punching skills.

Only one of them was needed though.

[That One Punch]!

The punch itself didn't make sense.

As the name implied, there was an emphasis on how this particular punch was simply different. And it was.

It was fuelled by what the Arbiter intended instead of how much power he could release, thus making its nonsensical capability impossible to discern through normal means!

Before the goblins knew it, a horrendous mass blew out from Red Rage's fist and decimated everything within the Apostle's view whether he hit or not!

The muddy ground burst at the force that cascaded like sandstorm before it knocked hard against the rune powered barrier to the city with a shuddering howl!

"..."

Close to half of the goblins, Tiers 6, 7 and even a few at Tier 8 had been either killed or grievously injured by the attack.

The goblins fighting the Terrors heard the commotion and turned to find a bloody wasteland behind them much to their horror but Red Rage had already moved on this battlefield.

He was floating towards the city, thinking of ways to infiltrate it that didn't expend too much of his mana or utilise some of his more devastating skills.

As he flew high...

"Hmmm?" Red Rage voiced as movement coming from the wide open gates to the city attracted his attention.

A nude goblin walked out of the city, passing through the barrier seamlessly to stand among the corpses of his kin.

Red Rage grimaced.

The goblin was well-built, his height roughly 2.4 meters and his green skin marred with deep scars. His eyes, unlike the others, were white and with them he looked up into the sky, locking sights with Red Rage.

"Another Tier 9, it seems," Red Rage noted. "I hope you're something special."

As if to prove that he was, the goblin wore a fierce visage and crouched down, both hands and feet touching the ground. His spine contended against the skin on his back, jutting in and out as it grew in size, bursting from the creature's back after a nasty Knight with his flesh!

The goblin shrieked... ingoblinly, the bones from his entire body multiplying in size just the same and this time, his skin grew feathers – dark green feathers that were laced with a cool sheen of mana!

Soon, the shape of a massive bird was formed, beak and all, long talons as well as hazel eyes baked with cruelty within them highlighting what had been a goblin before!

It was an eagle.

One seven meters tall, with a thirteen meter wing span and whose impact was expressed rightfully by the first flap of his wings, which made the world seem like it was about to whirl in a disorientating fashion!

"Well..." Red Rage was lost for words, seeing this enemy taking flight towards him with its body blazing with mana from a bright, sun flare-like mana core!

How could he not be taken aback?

This was his first time meeting this very rare class.

A Unlimited Shifter!