From Goblin to Goblin God - Chapter 340

Chapter 340: Acquiring the Divine Core! Imperial Squad Six Invades!

TL: Sungmin

At this point, there was no way to make the Child of the Evil God spit Adam back out.

Moreover, Adam had already been devoured by the abomination’s tentacles, making it impossible to regurgitate him even if they tried.

The tentacled monstrosity that Adam had given birth to seemed ready to charge onto the battlefield to continue its rampage.

However, the Child of the Evil God leapt forward, grabbed the creature, and stuffed it directly into his mouth. Chewing noisily, juices splattered everywhere as though it were a delectable meal.

The sound of chewing was wet and deliberate, like devouring a live octopus.

Even though it was one of his creations, he had to deal with it swiftly. If it grew unchecked, it would spiral out of control.

Abominations were terrifying beings—evil entities that surpassed demons and magical beasts.

They were born entirely from darkness and distortion, existing solely to plunder and kill.

Only the highest-tier abominations possessed intelligence, but even that was a sinister form of cunning.

This was why Lin Tian had always avoided prolonged interaction with the Child of the Evil God.

It was mentally unsettling.

Now, only the remnants of the Angel Army remained, utterly decimated under the overwhelming power of Grugia and Osius.

It was as though a swarm of ants were trying to bite a giant—completely ineffective.

With the Child of the Evil God entering the fray, things took an even darker turn.

He eyed the angels as if they were a delightful feast, pouncing on them to tear and devour incessantly.

Lin Tian didn’t even need to step in anymore.

Instead, he took the opportunity to examine the attributes and abilities he had just gained through devouring.

After killing Gabriel, his combat power surged to 48,000, nearly reaching 50,000.

Additionally, he obtained one of Gabriel’s abilities: Doomsday Horn.

Devouring a corpse didn’t always grant an opponent’s exclusive abilities.

However, Ragnarok always ensured the acquisition of one of their strongest skills.

Doomsday Horn: Summon the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse from the Old Pantheon. They will annihilate all enemies while unleashing all-natural disasters, including earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, plagues, famines, and wars…

Lin Tian furrowed his brows in contemplation. What use did such an ability have?

It seemed like it was only good for flipping the table, with a trade-off of massive collateral damage—killing a thousand enemies but losing five hundred allies in the process.

If the world descended into apocalyptic chaos, he would ultimately have to clean up the mess.

Moreover, this was a conceptual magic that couldn’t be stopped once activated.

“Forget it. At least this card can be used to threaten the gods,” Lin Tian said nonchalantly, deciding not to think too much about it.

If he used the Doomsday Horn, the gods’ followers would likely be wiped out. This alone would make many deities fearful.

…

The Divine Continent.

Divine Strength Empire’s Palace.

“What on earth is happening over there? First, there was the terrifying aura of holiness, followed by the presence of demons, and then something indescribably bizarre! The sheer intensity can be felt from thousands of miles away!” Hercules stood on the castle’s rooftop, trembling as he gazed into the distance.

Cold sweat dripped from his brow.

He decided to send scouts to investigate. If the Angel Army had truly been defeated, there would be no need to venture into the Wilderness to deal with magical beasts and establish a church.

The leaders of other imperial powers had also gathered in this castle.

After all, they needed to discuss the situation.

Each faction dispatched an elite scout to head to the battlefield in the Wilderness.

The timing was almost ripe.

Pendragon sneered, “Heh, it’d be perfect if those damned angels were all dead! I wouldn’t have to waste my time running errands for them!”

“Exactly. They didn’t even show us respect! It’d be great to get our hands on an angel corpse,” Perseus said, his voice filled with indignation.

He couldn’t help but recall the humiliation of trying to curry favor with the angels, only to be met with disdain.

The other leaders shared similar grievances.

After all, who would willingly work for free, only to be oppressed in return?

They had even ended up offending their own gods because of it.

Suddenly, Hercules seemed to realize something. “If they’ve really fought each other to the point of mutual destruction, our forces might be able to swoop in and reap the benefits! That would be ideal.”

The forces they had dispatched were all elites of their respective factions.

For example, the Divine Strength Empire sent Hercules’ own son, whose combat power was a staggering 20,000.

By comparison, Hercules, as a demigod, only boasted 25,000 combat power at most.

Perseus had sent his personal disciple, a troll warrior with combat power nearing 18,000.

The Desert Queen dispatched three Sandstorm Soldiers.

The Star Guild’s Loael sent a team composed of Mythic-Class adventurers.

Sage Visawon sent a legendary monk.

As for Pendragon, he had deployed a squad of dragon riders specializing in magical beasts.

The combined power of these forces already far exceeded the Sacred Alliance’s ten-million-strong army. They could easily destroy an empire.

Their confidence was unwavering.

“Indeed. Let’s wait for news. If both sides have suffered significant losses, we’ll hear about it soon enough,” Perseus said smugly, his eyes gleaming with greed.

At the very least, they had set up teleportation arrays in advance, ensuring they could move in instantly if necessary.

Pendragon, despite his smaller stature, harbored massive ambitions. “Hahaha! If that happens, we’ll have free reign to slaughter those long-haired freaks. Who knows? We might even conquer the Wilderness!”

The colossal aura emanating from the horizon.

Everyone could clearly sense the presence of demons within it, leading them to suspect that the angels had been ambushed.

This was why they had dispatched scouts to investigate.

After all, who wouldn’t want to seize an opportunity to scavenge?

…

Deep within the Uninhabited Zone.

The oppressive atmosphere hung in the air like a noose, as though strangling everyone by the neck.

It was suffocating.

The scouting party from the Divine Continent had arrived.

Leading them was Hercules’ son, Strength King Noradoff, a hulking figure with muscles as robust as an ox’s.

Standing two meters tall in full armor, his every step shook the earth beneath him.

He strode confidently through the forest of the Uninhabited Zone.

“Be careful. Don’t alarm the demons,” the monk said, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings.

The others were equally cautious. After all, the strength of demons was no trivial matter.

Noradoff, however, dismissed their concerns. “What’s there to fear? We’ve been here so long without seeing a single magical beast, let alone any devilish aura. They’re probably all ahead, fighting the angels.”

“That makes sense. Wait—look over there!”

The monk, just entertaining the thought, suddenly saw something that shocked him.

In the forest ahead lay a vast swath of destruction, a ruined expanse, and the shattered remains of an enormous castle.

Above, the dragon rider squad looked on in disbelief. “That’s the palace of Great Demon King Nanavis, the very residence of Beelzebub! How could this happen?!”

“What?! Nanavis’ palace?!”

Everyone was stunned.

The arrogance of the Great Demon King had terrorized the Divine Continent for centuries.

Ultimate Domination was a skill capable of instantly killing any one of them—including Noradoff!

The so-called King of Strength now bore a nervous expression in his eyes, his arrogance and confidence diminishing.

The monk surveyed the surroundings, clicking his tongue. “The extent of destruction here suggests incredible power—far beyond us. And by the looks of it, the battle ended in a very short time.”

The limited scale of the damage indicated that the fight, while devastating, hadn’t lasted long.

Although months had passed, the signs were still discernible.

“Was it the angels? That must be it,” Noradoff muttered, unwilling to entertain any other possibility.

The captain of the Mythic-Class adventurer squad sighed. “Who cares? Even if it was some beast from the Wilderness, it’s probably already been killed by the angels. Let’s go take a closer look.”

The group steadied themselves and continued toward the battlefield.

….

Meanwhile.

Under the combined assault of Grugia, Osius, the Child of the Evil God, and the others, the Angel Army had suffered devastating losses. Only a few high-tier angels remained, all grievously wounded.

“We have to retreat! Let’s report to the Lord God and ask for instructions!”

“We’ve lost! We’ve lost! Lord Gabriel, Lord Michael, and Lord Adam—they’re all dead!”

“Run! That abomination is terrifying!”

“And that goblin—how is this even possible? I don’t understand!”

Led by Nael, the high-tier angels began their desperate escape.

But suddenly, a familiar and soul-shaking voice rang out.

“Kneel.”

Dark Holy Word.

Lin Tian spoke casually, and the last four high-tier angels plummeted from the skies, forced to the ground, prostrating themselves.

Nael’s face was filled with terror. “What… what are you going to do? Don’t come any closer! Aaaaah!”

Recalling the scene where she had nearly been devoured, her body trembled violently, and she even lost control of herself in fear.

Lin Tian’s eyes glimmered with malice. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll treat you well.”

As he spoke, golden blood splattered!

The other three high-tier angels were instantly killed on the spot, leaving only Nael alive.

Keeping one angel alive was better than total annihilation. Besides, she could be useful for Scarlett in unlocking the goblin racial codex.

This could eventually raise the goblin race’s potential cap.

Lin Tian extended his hand, gently stroking Nael. From the seams of his armor, a member of the Horned Python Serpent Tribe emerged, growing larger as it coiled tightly around Nael.

The Horned Python Serpent Tribe had the ability to grow or shrink freely—a predatory skill honed through evolution.

They often disguised themselves as weak prey, only to ambush and strangle their hunters. Their power was formidable.

“Clean up the battlefield,” Lin Tian commanded with a sweeping gaze.

Goblin King City had been reduced to complete ruins.

They could only return to the Great Tomb, which had been converted into a temporary camp.

As for the battlefield, the cleanup was swift. After all, the angels only numbered about 100,000. In the blink of an eye, their remains were fought over and devoured.

Even the corpses were contested, either consumed or kept as trophies. Angels, after all, had corpses that remained lifelike and uncorrupted for extended periods.

For Lin Tian, however, the corpses held no value anymore.

He lacked neither experience nor the benefits of unlocking the angel race’s utility.

What mattered most were the three divine cores left behind from the fall of Heaven.

“These four objects… how should I use them?” Lin Tian muttered to himself as he gazed at the four radiant orbs in his hand, glowing like stars.

One of them belonged to Lucifer. He hadn’t bothered to take the pseudo-Demon God’s core—it was trash.

After all, the goblins could eventually ascend to godhood within his divine pantheon.

Although Lin Tian wasn’t entirely sure how to use the divine cores, he was well aware of their immeasurable value.

Alice and the One-Eyed Owl could use these in the future to ascend to godhood.

This was the only way for mortals to become gods—by seizing a Divine Core.

Furthermore, Divine Cores were categorized into tiers.

The four cores in Lin Tian’s possession were mid-tier. Main Gods possessed high-tier cores.

The power and utility granted by a Divine Core varied depending on its tier.

Veronica’s eyes were filled with disbelief. “Divine Cores! Give me one! You’re creating your own divine pantheon anyway, so keeping them won’t help you much.”

Lin Tian glanced at her and said, “What would you do with it? You’re already an eternal and undying monster. Plus, as a summoner, awakening other abilities would be pointless for you.”

The Undead Clan, as their name suggested, were eternal and undying monsters.

Only exceptionally powerful purification magic could kill them.

“Hmph, stingy. If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be dead by now. And don’t forget, I brought the Child of the Evil God to the battlefield for you. Otherwise, you might not have been able to defeat Adam,” Veronica retorted, annoyed.

Hearing this, Lin Tian didn’t argue. “You’re right. I’ll compensate you later. For now, let’s return to the Great Tomb. I need to take some time to consolidate. This recent surge in power exceeded all expectations.”

Not only had he completed his evolution, but he had also devoured so many gods.

He had acquired countless new abilities.

Lin Tian needed time to sort through everything. If he stabilized his gains, his combat power might reach 50,000. At that level, he could even contend with a Main God.

Additionally, he wanted to ask the Three-Life Demon Armor about Gobu Yue’s situation.

“Tch,” Veronica scoffed but said no more. She didn’t actually need anything.

The only reason she had joined the battle was that the angels had also targeted her.

If she hadn’t helped Lin Tian fight, she would inevitably have been hunted later.

Grugia and Osius returned to their normal forms, and under Lin Tian’s leadership, they headed toward the Great Tomb.

The other magical creatures also began retreating in succession.

After all, their families and friends were at the Great Tomb, and many were eager to flaunt their war spoils.

As for the Child of the Evil God, Lin Tian temporarily sent him back to the empire he had been allocated.

Turning to look at the ruins of Goblin King City, Lin Tian sighed. “What a pity. Next, I’ll need to find a good location on the Divine Continent to rebuild the empire.”

“We will always follow you, Goblin Majesty!” the demi-humans and magical beasts exclaimed excitedly.

Alice and the others didn’t even need to express their loyalty—it was a given.

Meanwhile, the One-Eyed Owl’s eyes gleamed with cold intent. “Hercules… I will confront you personally.”

Bill was brimming with anticipation. “A true Dwarven Empire? The forging techniques for the Anti-God Superweapon? Even my DNA is cheering! Hahaha!”

…

On the border of the Uninhabited Zone, Noradoff and his team had entered the Wilderness.

The Mythic-Class adventurers from the Star Sanctuary froze in their tracks. “The auras—they’re all gone. The demons’, the angels’…”

“Could the battle be over? Hurry! Prepare to set up the teleportation array! If we can take advantage of this, we might secure several Divine Cores!” Noradoff said excitedly.

The group quickened their pace.

Their momentum was overwhelming.

Before long, they arrived at the battlefield of Goblin King City, now a desolate wasteland.

Even from a distance, they could still sense the lingering intensity of the mingled auras—demons, angels, abominations… a chaotic amalgamation.

The monk stood atop a small hill, staring in disbelief. “This… this is impossible! What happened here?!”

The battle scars were harrowing, shaking them to their cores.

Footprints larger than a street.

Craters from explosions bigger than ten royal palaces combined.

The ruins stretched for dozens of kilometers, a vast wasteland that defied imagination.

The scale of the destruction was far beyond anything they could comprehend.