The Quasits were roughly the size of humans, fast, with tough skin and natural scales.
As they charged, the claws on their hands and feet were sharp tools of slaughter.
With a flick of its tail, one even sent a Goblin flying.
While that unlucky Goblin was still in midair, it vomited blood as its bones were shattered by the blow.
"Crack!"
The Quasit opened its bloody maw, its gaping mouth even wider than its forehead.
Its sharp, broad fangs clamped directly onto the neck of a knight-level Goblin.
"Awooo!"
With one bite, the Goblin's neck was severed. Bone cracked, flesh tore, and blood gushed out as though it cost nothing.
The two Quasits rampaged through the Goblin settlement at incredible speed, specifically picking off Goblins that had strayed from the group.
The other Mezzoloth was not about to fall behind. It wielded a trident, swinging it with astonishing speed.
The Mezzoloth's body was insect-like, protected by a chitinous shell and scales that provided quite formidable defense.
The trident in its hands was exceptionally sharp, wisps of black smoke trailing behind it whenever it swung.
"Slash!"
"Crack!"
With a sweep of the Mezzoloth's trident, a Goblin's body was sliced clean apart.
"Awooo!"
"Save me!"
The Quasits were like assassins—fast and powerful, never fighting the Goblins head-on.
The Mezzoloth was like a heavily armored infantryman. Even when surrounded by Goblins, it was not worried in the slightest.
The feeble attacks of ordinary Goblins could do nothing to it.
On the contrary, every swing of its trident or swipe of its claws claimed results.
The three demons slaughtered their way through the Goblin horde, their entire bodies drenched in blood.
That only drove the three demons even madder. Their eyes turned crimson as meaningless hisses poured from their mouths.
The Goblin tribe