From Goblin to Goblin God - Chapter 324

Chapter 324: The Gathering of Powerhouses and an Unreasonable Demand!

TL: Sungmin

By noon the next day.

Two gilded golden thrones had been arranged in the Divine Strength Plaza.

Gabriel and Michael were already seated, waiting.

“Honorable Gods of Heaven, greetings. I am Perseus, King of the War God Empire, son of Zeus… I have come as invited.” A middle-aged man with a large beard spoke respectfully.

He was half-naked, revealing a robust, muscular physique covered in a generous amount of curly brown body hair.

Beside him were several young women, draped in light silk garments that showcased their graceful figures.

They were his attendants.

Barefoot, their appearance was… indecent, to say the least.

Gabriel immediately felt a wave of disgust and turned her head away.

Michael, on the other hand, stood to greet him, forcing a smile. “Wow, wow, you’re the God of War Perseus of the Perseus Constellation? You positively reek of depravity. Could you please step back a little?”

“Uh…”

Perseus’s face flushed with embarrassment, and he obediently took a few steps back.

Being a demigod and the son of the most promiscuous King of Gods, Zeus, he had naturally inherited his father’s disposition.

Highly promiscuous.

He could only satisfy his desires by being with five attendants at a time.

It was no wonder that Gabriel and Michael detested him.

Lust was one of the Seven Deadly Sins that all angels of the Holy Tribunal loathed deeply.

Although it wasn’t the gravest sin, it was one of the most despised.

Similarly, Heracles, also a son of Zeus, was equally degenerate.

Gabriel and Michael hadn’t been in his presence long before noticing that out of the ten maids serving him, five were visibly pregnant.

Those who weren’t showed faint signs of life within them, detectable to their divine senses.

“Truly sinful,” Gabriel muttered, unable to hold back her disdain.

The pregnant maid who had been offering her grapes hurriedly withdrew in fear.

Before long, other key figures from the empires began to arrive.

A mysterious figure cloaked in black descended from the heavens, surrounded by a shimmering blue light like falling stars!

The cloak was dotted with specks of starlight, dazzling to behold.

It was none other than Loael, President of the Star Sanctuary and universally recognized as the strongest hero among adventurers.

Neither Loael’s identity nor appearance was known to the public.

Although the figure’s face was obscured, the slender and graceful figure, coupled with high-heeled boots, made it clear they were likely a woman.

However, Loael was so heavily covered that not even a sliver of skin was visible.

“So, you’re the President of the Star Sanctuary? How cool!”

Michael, suddenly acting like a fangirl, eagerly stepped forward to shake hands.

This scene caused Perseus’s bushy beard to twitch in irritation. Was this the gap between people?

Even so, Perseus’s eyes wandered to Michael’s delicate, fair hands and her long, perfectly sculpted legs. He couldn’t help but begin fantasizing.

Thud!

Abruptly, it felt as if a knife had been thrust into his heart. Turning his head, he saw Gabriel glaring at him.

Her sharp, eagle-like eyes glowed with golden light, exuding an oppressive majesty!

Terrified, Perseus quickly abandoned his fantasies, standing meekly.

He hadn’t expected even his thoughts to be detected by that terrifying woman.

Loael, feeling somewhat awkward under Michael’s divine enthusiasm, simply nodded in response. “Your Holiness, it’s an honor to meet you both.”

“Take a seat,” Gabriel ordered curtly.

Hearing this, Loael obediently sat in a chair brought over by one of the pregnant attendants.

Perseus’s beard twitched in frustration again. Why wasn’t he offered a chair?

Yet, he dared not voice his grievances.

“Gabriel, Michael, everyone is almost here!”

At the plaza’s entrance, Heracles rode in swiftly on a Blood Shadow Lion.

Moments later.

A beam of light shot down from the clouds, striking the center of the plaza, forming a golden magic circle!

A surge of divine might spread outward, overwhelming everyone present.

The sheer intensity of the holy power caused the crowd to sway slightly.

Gabriel and Michael, however, remained seated steadily. The gust lifted the hems of their skirts, prompting more than a few people to steal a quick glance.

“Greetings, Your Holiness Gabriel, Your Holiness Michael.”

As the light dissipated, several reverent voices echoed.

Five individuals dressed in platinum robes appeared, wielding magical staffs, books, or long swords.

Among them were both men and women, old and young.

They, like the clergy, wielded holy powers.

However, they were not affiliated with the Church nor under the divine system, functioning as something akin to a branch of the Church.

They did not worship God but were wholly devoted to the eradication of all demonic beings.

Seeing them, Gabriel stood up for the first time and nodded gently.

Michael once again acted as though she had never encountered such individuals, instantly darting in front of the sages, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You—you’re the sages, aren’t you? The aura of kind and powerful humans truly feels so distinct!”

“Your Holiness, it is you whose divine aura commands such respect,” said the elder leading the sages, his tone filled with admiration.

His name was Visawon.

He held a scepter crafted from a branch of the World Tree, his face wrinkled and his eyes narrowed as if they were perpetually closed.

He exuded calm authority mixed with a touch of kindness.

Suddenly, the sound of flowing water rippled through the air.

Everyone glanced around, trying to locate the source.

Only Gabriel’s expression turned cold and sharp as her gaze dropped to the ground.

From the cracks between the white iron ores beneath their feet, grains of yellow sand began to seep out.

The sand poured forth in increasing quantities, eventually forming the figure of an alluring woman with part of her face veiled.

She was barefoot, her navel exposed, and radiated a sensual beauty.

Her stunning eyes bore some resemblance to Sara’s, captivating enough to leave onlookers breathless. Her long lashes accentuated her elegance.

She wore a sheer silk garment adorned with exquisite necklaces, pendants, and all manner of golden and glass embellishments.

Her long black hair was similarly decorated with numerous ornaments.

In her homeland, the more adornments one wore, the higher their status.

Hercules’s expression turned grave. “Fiya, you’ve come as well. That just leaves Pendragon.”

Fiya was the Desert Queen of the Shurima Empire and also its reigning monarch.

Recently, the sudden death of the Pharaoh had left her in charge of the Shurima Empire.

Her kingdom bore similarities to the Troy Empire in culture, as the ancestors of Troy had once been refugees from Shurima.

“Were you calling for me?”

A thunderous tiger’s roar suddenly echoed from the sky!

A massive wave of magical beast pressure descended, prompting everyone to glance upward warily. It was a Demon King-Class magical beast!

A colossal tiger radiating dark light with enormous wings approached.

“Calamity Sky Tiger? That must mean Pendragon has arrived,” Perseus said, narrowing his eyes in realization.

Michael gazed up at the sky in awe. “Pendragon—is she the daughter of Odin? Incredible! She can command such a powerful magical beast!”

Hearing this, Perseus eagerly explained, hoping to win her favor. “Your Holiness Michael, her Immortal Empire was founded in a region teeming with beast and dragon-type magical beasts, some even at the Demon God level. She is Odin’s own daughter. Surely, you’ve heard of Hel’s mount, the Griffin? It too was a Demon God-level magical beast.”

Michael, far from annoyed, looked grateful. “Is that so? That’s amazing!”

The Calamity Sky Tiger’s glowing wings glittered like rays of light, swirling in intricate patterns as it descended.

It landed gracefully at the edge of the plaza.

From atop the tiger, a woman stepped down. She had brown hair, wore a cloak of beast pelts and fur, and had bones strung as decorations on her belt.

Two short axes were strapped to her back, and the revealed muscles of her legs were beautifully toned.

She wore a Viking-style horned helmet that extended to frame her face, exuding a fierce and commanding aura.

Despite her savage and intimidating attire, her face appeared youthful, with delicate features, a cherry-like mouth, and soft brows.

She was also notably petite, standing at only 160 centimeters, unlike the much taller One-Eyed Owl.

“Miss me, you bunch of bastards?” Pendragon shouted, her rosy tongue and sharp teeth contrasting her childlike appearance.

Hercules snorted coldly. “I advise you to behave. In front of you stand two Gods from Heaven, one of whom is Gabriel…”

The Executioner of Heaven was not to be trifled with. Hercules had already suffered at her hands before.

Pendragon sneered and spat. “Tch. My father is Odin. Who cares about your gods, you trash!”

She deliberately stretched the word “trash” to emphasize her disdain.

Suddenly, the sound of cracking reverberated through the plaza.

Gabriel’s face darkened, and the white iron foundation beneath her feet splintered like a spiderweb.

A powerful aura burst forth like a flood, suffocating everyone as beads of cold sweat quickly formed on their foreheads.

Perseus immediately tried to calm the situation, scolding, “Pendragon, behave yourself! Don’t throw a tantrum in front of Lady Gabriel. We may tolerate you, but she certainly won’t!”

Pendragon’s temper was infamous, but it was tolerated because of her strength. Now, however, the circumstances were different.

“Tch. What did I do? I didn’t offend her—what a load of…”

“Hm?!”

Suddenly, Pendragon froze, her petite body trembling as her expression changed to one of terror. Her pupils trembled violently as an overwhelming sense of death enveloped her.

Looking toward Gabriel, she saw the ground beneath the god’s feet shatter further into massive cracks.

The crowd collectively panicked. “The god is enraged! Pendragon, apologize quickly!”

For all her power, Pendragon was still only a demigod.

She could never hope to match the divine might of someone like Gabriel.

“L-Lady Gabriel, I’m sorry! I was too disrespectful just now…”

Pendragon stammered as she dropped to her knees, trembling as she apologized.

Everyone felt tense; the oppressive aura was utterly terrifying.

No one had the mood to mock Pendragon.

All they wanted was for Gabriel to calm down as soon as possible. The unsettling tension was unbearable.

Gabriel stood before the kneeling Pendragon and slowly gestured for her to rise. “There’s no need for you to kneel before me. I simply hope that you will refrain from being so arrogant in the future. Among the Seven Deadly Sins of the Holy Tribunal, the punishment for pride is the most severe…”

After saying this, Gabriel reached out and pinched Pendragon’s soft, delicate cheek.

Pendragon froze, completely stunned, unable to process what had just happened.

It felt as though an elder far her senior were reprimanding a younger generation.

And indeed, that was precisely the case.

Yet Pendragon, with her personality, had never regarded anyone as her elder. But now, against her will, she had to admit she’d been scolded—and she had accepted it!

To put it bluntly, it was like a wild wolf being tamed into a docile puppy.

Once everyone had arrived, those without chairs were each handed one by Hercules, who had ensured no one else would endure the indignity he had faced by not receiving Gabriel’s approval.

“I summoned you here to discuss something of great importance. The Wilderness—oh, no, you refer to it as the Wasteland?—requires a series of future arrangements for its development,” Gabriel said, crossing her legs and resting her hands lightly on the arms of her golden throne. Her demeanor exuded authority.

The crowd was momentarily bewildered.

Hercules was the first to speak. “The Wasteland? A series of arrangements? That place still exists? We haven’t sent scouts there in centuries.”

The uninhabited zone surrounding it had long made exploration impossible.

Loael, the strongest hero, added gravely, “The Demon God Beelzebub in the Uninhabited Zone is far too powerful. Our coalition forces have been locked in a battle of wits and strength against him. To intervene in the affairs of the Wasteland would be incredibly difficult unless Your Holiness could personally deal with Beelzebub.”

Michael, her golden eyes sparkling, interjected, “Don’t worry about that! For reasons we don’t fully understand, we can confirm that Beelzebub is no longer in the Uninhabited Zone. He might have returned to Hell or perhaps even perished.”

She spoke with certainty, having anticipated concerns about the Uninhabited Zone beforehand.

The two had specifically investigated the matter, prepared to eliminate any powerful magical beasts they encountered.

However, their search revealed nothing. Beelzebub’s presence was entirely undetectable, as if he had vanished completely.

Hearing this, Perseus nodded. “In that case, we are entirely willing to accept your arrangements. Your Holinesses, please issue your commands. As long as it is within our power, we will comply!”

“What a dog, wagging your tail the moment you see a woman. And you dare call yourself a God of War,” Pendragon glared at him.

Perseus noticed her remark but didn’t take offense.

Of course, not every woman deserved his flattery, but these were Gods. He would gladly prostrate himself if it meant pleasing them. The very thought of earning their favor filled him with exhilaration.

Even Hercules added, “That’s right. We will never refuse a request from Your Holinesses!”

“Excellent,” Gabriel replied. “Our Church in the Wasteland was destroyed by magical beasts. Furthermore, a magical beast empire has risen there, rivaling your imperial powers in strength.”

Michael nodded in agreement. “We plan to eliminate the most powerful magical beasts and leave the rest for you to handle. Additionally, we need you to assist in reestablishing the Church. While doing so, you’ll need to feign faith in Heaven—or truly believe in it, which would be even better!”

Due to the Covenant of the Gods, they, as Gods, were prohibited from directly interfering with the mortal realm.

Their grudge was specifically with Lin Tian and his close allies.

Thus, they could only eliminate key threats, leaving the remaining magical beasts and demi-humans untouched.

“Uh… what?”

For a moment, the crowd seemed as though they had misheard.

Help someone conquer territory, then assist in establishing an empire for them?

Was this some sort of joke?

They exchanged glances. Even out of respect for Gabriel and Michael’s power, such a request was absurd.

After all, they weren’t truly afraid that the two would resort to violence; each of them had their own divine backing.