Spectre of the Sinner - Zetro Translation

With everything now set, I pulled the trigger of both explosive charges, detonating both of them at the same time. Two loud rumbles shook the tower lightly, ushering in ashy clouds of debris. From the bottom floor of the lighthouse, whimpering noises echoed pitifully as the [Goblyn] whelps were knocked down by the force of the explosive charge. A pained and labored groan could be heard from the watch room, whose door was now blasted off its hinges due to the EFP charge I placed earlier.

I dropped a couple of delayed fuse “lemons” as I rappelled toward the storage room, ending the [Goblyn] younglings’ misery. As soon as I reached the room, a pained and angry roar met me even though I was still camouflaged. Whether intentional or not, to think that the queen [Goblyn] could roar at me even though I was perfectly hidden from its senses, the damn beast deserved a thumbs up. Unfortunately, its existence would soon be snuffed out by my [Super Lynx] as I trained the zeroes onto its head. The infamous 14.5 did their job perfectly, for the critter’s head soon burst into a messy lump of gore, spraying blood, bones, and brain matter everywhere. With the remaining rounds in the 5-round mag, I switched my target to the deceased beast’s litter of unborn [Goblyns], methodically ripping them apart with the hail of large caliber rounds.

Just as I further lowered myself down to the ground floor intending to finish the job on the surviving whelps, a troublesome piece of news arrived: the marauders were coming back from their hunt, numbering just shy of 100 individuals. Clicking my tongue at the turn of events, shots of 9-millimeter [Gyurza] were dumped into the pitiful and bloodied figures of the surviving younglings as my [Super Lynx] had just run dry before I walked out of the busted front door.

Putting away my rifle into the space of [Armory], I pulled out my modified [Skorpion], and a Russian [Bumblebee] disposable launcher. Just as I aimed the [Bumblebee] at the iron gate, the mob poured through like a tsunami bursting through a broken dam. The victorious hunt party, all whooping and yelling in a drunken haze of celebration didn’t realize that their base was already taken by a lonesome man. Let’s crash the party, shall we?

With that thought in mind, I deactivated my camouflage as a 93-millimeter projectile crashed into the front row of goblyns. With barely any time to react to my sudden appearance, the tsunami’s reaction was delayed just enough to let the thermobaric warhead detonate.

BOOM!

A flash of fireball erupted in the middle of the goblyns’ formation, sending a fair number of the greenish-colored fiends to the altar of the [High Patriarch]. The agonized scream of the affected bogies momentarily halted the horde’s momentum as they became wary of the new threat that suddenly appeared out of thin air. Looking at each other hesitatingly in the very classic “who’s first to go” debate, I decided to help them break the deadlock. How? Of course, the ever-reliable [Czech golden shower] would do the trick. Seeing their kin being mowed down helplessly, the mob swiftly galvanized into a murderous frenzy and started charging toward me.

“Here, catch some pineapples!”

After I playfully tossed some “pineapples” in the direction of the tsunami of angry [Goblyns] while doubting their ability to grasp human speech, I continued to unleash the hailstorm on the horde. Noticing that some had already diverted to different routes within the complex, I hurriedly stood up and moved accordingly. Quickly leaped over the incoming fiends to avoid being boxed in, I landed at the very back of the formation, leaving behind the dumbfounded assailants. Punishment for the gap in judgment was soon meted out: the stragglers at the tail end were gunned down mercilessly as the vanguard crashed into each other on the other end of the formation.

“Another serving of pineapples, incoming!”

Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, I hurled a couple of “pineapples” into the formation, breaking their reorganization effort. The dusty cloud of dirt and gore was decorated with the agonizing screams of the [Goblyn], creating a beautiful death flower that would surely please the ]High Patriarch of War]. With the green fiends’ formation in complete disarray and tattered, the whole affair turned into a sadistic hunt for the straggling survivors. Now the fact that they couldn’t do jack shit about this black-clad menace had dawned on them, the greenish critters started to run around in search of an escape route like headless chickens. Some even tripped each other in their mad dash for a safe haven, while some crashed into buildings which earned a good laugh for me.

“Ku…hahahahaha, this is peak… hahahaha, entertainment!”

Desperately trying to stifle the contagious disease name laughter, I sent the scurrying critters to the sacrificial altar with a burst of the .32 ACP, blowing them into bloody smithereens. Of course, there were brief moments when the critters, blessed with a working human-like acumen, noticed that there were intervals when I was reloading the machine gun, allowing them brief window opportunities to regroup. And yet as much as they tried, I always maintained a safe radius of 50 meters away from the fiends’ grasps thanks to both staying on vigilance and the drone’s live feed.

“Finally, those damn bastards go down… Man, what a good way to exercise on the first day in the isekai world huh.”

A bitter laugh leaked from my lips, underscoring the mild fatigue that I had accumulated over the course of the day. Yet, I groaned as I recall that now I had to clean the bloody mess that I had created, thus I willed myself to move my arse. At least the good thing was that none of the damn critters managed to slip away from this premise, thus making my job much easier as I dragged their remains into a pile a short distance from the bent iron gate.

Now the only thing was the damn [Goblyn] queen, whose hefty corpse lay in the watch room which forced out yet another grouse from me. Figuring that I needed to finish the cleanup quickly before attracting undue attention, I quickly moistened my throat with a bit of water before thrusting my left arm forward. The cybernetic arm opened up the flap-like parts, revealing a thick, heavily discolored gem-like composite rod. I heaved a sigh over the state of the rod before citing an incantation, aimed at the pile of [Goblyn] corpses.

“O cleansing fire.”

A powerful blue flame engulfed the heap of [Goblyn] remains, cremating them in an ad hoc funeral pyre. Leaving behind the roaring cleansing flame, I hurried back to the storage room where the giant corpse was while drawing out a couple of zoning talismans.

“And to think that I would use up this number of talismans so quickly,” I aired my grievances at no one in particular as I arrived at the scene, “my supply is in fucking worse shape than the Shanghai softshell turtle. At least I’ll have a great harvest out of those green bastards later, and I have high hope for that this son of a bitch.”

Quickly applying the talismans around the cadaver, I stepped back and repeated the same cleanup procedure. The blue flame emanated a considerable amount of heat despite being sealed inside the invisible barrier, pressuring me to vacate the room in a hurry. Let’s hope that the room’s remaining contents wouldn’t be adversely affected by the roaring flame, as I still wanted to look around for any useful clues.