From Goblin to Goblin God - Chapter 276

Chapter 276: Mythic Magic, Nightmare Dominion

TL: Sungmin

On the other side.

Winnie, surrounded by thousands of armored soldiers, stifled a lazy yawn.

“Is this… a demon child? Looks like a teenager at most, doesn’t she?”

“Don’t be fooled by a demon’s appearance! They’re more evil than any monster—attack!”

“Exactly! Wait too long, and it’ll be too late when your head gets twisted off!”

“But she seems so harmless… and she’s kind of cute.”

The soldiers murmured among themselves, uncertain, as they looked at Winnie.

With her drowsy eyes and small, endearing form, she truly seemed harmless.

For a moment, the soldiers hesitated to strike.

However—

“Oh, what an annoying bunch of flies,” Winnie muttered irritably. “Buzzing around in front of me… Mythic Magic: Nightmare Dominion…”

A deep hum resonated.

A vast black magic circle unfolded beneath her feet, instantly enveloping the soldiers within it.

It expanded upward, blanketing the sky like a dark curtain, trapping the thousand soldiers under its gloom!

In the next moment, the area within the magic circle burst forth with a dense, dark mist.

As soon as the soldiers came into contact with the dark energy, they felt their eyelids grow heavy, irresistibly so, until they closed, one by one.

They fell asleep.

Moments later, cold sweat broke across each of their faces, their expressions twisted with deep distress.

In their dreams, they felt either the agony of being sliced to pieces, or the crushing weight of a massive beast smashing them, or their bodies tearing apart in an explosive burst.

The torment could not have been more excruciating.

“Ahhhhhh!”

A soldier awoke, screaming, veins bulging all over his body.

His mouth gaped so wide in terror that it ripped his face open.

Writhing in agony, he collapsed on the ground—dead on the spot.

To die in the dream meant death in reality.

That soldier had been shredded to pieces by Winnie, slice by slice, feeling every inch of his dismemberment even within the dream.

Meanwhile, Winnie’s small, cherry-red lips curled slightly upward as she drifted off to her own “sweet dreams.”

Sweet by her standards at least.

Elsewhere, Scarlett had transformed into a soldier’s appearance and was stealthily approaching Aphame behind enemy lines.

Watching all this unfold, the soldiers pursuing Ladrick gulped nervously.

“Let’s… let’s go after him instead. We might actually survive that way!”

“Hurry, or he’ll get away!”

“Those others aren’t ones we can handle!”

Yet another thousand soldiers surged forth, charging into the Enchanted Forest within the Uninhabited Zone, determined to capture Ladrick.

But—

Like a trickster, Ladrick kept just the right distance from them, always within sight but just beyond reach.

Every time they tried to strike, they missed by a hair’s breadth.

“Damn it, we need to move faster!” one soldier cursed, grinding his teeth in frustration.

Their combined magic attacks fell just short each time.

Though their individual power was only around four thousand, the concentrated fire of several hundred or a thousand soldiers packed a frightening punch.

“Boom!”

Explosions gouged crater after crater into the forest floor.

The soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, chased with wild abandon.

And then, suddenly—

Ladrick came to a halt, leaving the pursuing soldiers dumbfounded.

One of them sneered in triumph, “What, done running, you damned demon? Everyone, focus fire! Take him down!”

Magic circles began to form in their hands as they prepared to launch attacks.

But Ladrick sneered mockingly. “Still thinking of attacking me? Maybe check what’s beneath your feet first?”

He pointed down with a smirk.

The ground here was different—muddier, with bubbles constantly rising to the surface.

The soldiers’ feet had already sunk several centimeters into the black sludge.

Though shallow, it was more than enough to doom them.

“Damn it! I can’t lift my feet—this isn’t mud; it’s more like glue!”

“We’re done for! We were too focused on chasing him to notice our footing!”

The soldiers struggled to move, but the sticky black mud clung to their feet like glue, unbreakable.

Ladrick turned with a sneer, disdainful. “Don’t bother struggling. This is the Flesh-Eating Mire. Soon, you’ll feel your flesh slowly dissolve… hehehe.”

With that, he sprang away, heading towards Thunder Valley.

Behind him, a cacophony of agonized screams rose from the soldiers, their cries of pain driving birds and beasts to flee.

Within Thunder Valley, the air, too, was filled with the sounds of suffering.

“Help me! Help!”

“Please, don’t kill me—I just had a baby! I don’t want to die!”

“Damn you, demons! I curse you all!!!”

Covered in blood and gore that even the rain couldn’t wash away, Hir stood—an ominous sight to behold.

In mere ten minutes, thousands of well-equipped soldiers had been utterly smashed to pieces by sheer force alone.

On the other side, Gluttony had nearly finished devouring his fill.

In front of Winnie lay a twisted field of soldier corpses, contorted in agonizing death. Standing in the center, she held her small hand to her cheek as if admiring a beautiful garden of flowers.

The sight was disturbingly eerie.

“Damn it! Oh, mighty gods, why would you do this to us?! I refuse to accept this!” cried Aphame, surrounded by the pitiful remnants of his men.

They were only an advance unit, yet they’d run directly into one of the most fearsome Lords of Sin!

How could they possibly deserve such a fate?

But no amount of defiance could change the brutal, crushing outcome.

“Pssht!”

Suddenly, a soldier beside Aphame drove a blade straight into his body.

Slowly, the soldier transformed back into Scarlett, who sneered, “Die, you filthy lackey of the Holy Alliance!”

Aphame’s eyes widened in shock as he collapsed into the muddy ground, convulsing before death claimed him.

Meanwhile—

Nanavis hovered in the sky, casually wielding her invisible demon hands to slaughter swathes of human soldiers with ease.

Invisible demon hands could only be used against those affected by Ultimate Domination, essentially restricting her attacks to those weaker than herself.

For Nanavis, killing soldiers was effortless.

With each flick of her hand, hundreds perished in gruesome deaths.

“Die, all of you, vile and despicable humans! Every last one of you, perish!” she spat with utter contempt.

Under her relentless assault, the ground became a slurry of blood and flesh.

“Lady Nana, all the scouts who tried to escape have been eliminated,” Ladrick reported, appearing nearby.

He had caught up and finished off the fleeing soldiers.

Nanavis merely nodded in response, saying nothing further.

But suddenly—

A bright magic circle flared to life in the sky!

The white-robed archmage Elise, who had been fleeing all this time, had finally found a moment to cast a spell.

Her usually calm face was visibly panicked, streaked with mud and water.

Her hand, trembling as it gripped her wand, barely managed to steady itself as she choked out the spell, “W-W… World-Class Magic: Twin Cataclysm!”

The magic circle began to whirl in the sky!

Massive fireballs and ice spears poured down from the clouds, illuminating the battlefield in a stunning, overwhelming light.

The Lords of Sin all raised their magical shields to fend off the devastating attack.

Seizing this brief opening, Elise, her voice quivering, muttered, “I… I need to get out of here… Everyone else is dead… I have to report back…”

She hobbled away, exhausted of magic and with a twisted ankle.

Gone was her initial elegance; she was now drenched in mud, her appearance a wreck.

Down on the ground, Hir respectfully inquired, “Lady Nana, shall I go after her and finish her off?”

Before Nanavis could reply, Ladrick interjected, “She’s an important member of the Star Sanctuary and also archmage Irene’s disciple. Killing her could stir up unnecessary trouble. With Lord Demon absent, we should avoid provoking an all-out war.”

“Good point,” Hir agreed, lowering his bloodied warhammer, crusted with flesh and bone.

Suddenly—

A shiver ran down Ladrick’s spine as he felt a hand clasp tightly around his neck, rendering him immobile.

His bones creaked under the crushing grip.

Nanavis’s cold voice whispered, “Next time, don’t act on your own whims in my presence.”

The triumphant atmosphere plummeted into silence, thick with dread.

None of the Lords dared make a sound.