From Goblin to Goblin God - Chapter 365

Chapter 365: The Elf Kingdom Seeks an Audience, Bill Acts as Regent King!

TL: Sungmin

Fortunately, he had exchanged for the Fist of Goddess Finia.

Otherwise, with just Ender’s Magic Eye and the Strength Rune, he wouldn’t have been able to get his hands on the Ganggu Armor.

Lin Tian immediately began deciphering the magic imprint left by the opponent, a process that required some time.

Every high-tier magical weapon was not something just anyone could pick up and use.

Its owner would always apply a magic imprint, and if anyone else attempted to wield it, they would be attacked by the imprint.

This was why he hadn’t taken out Heart of the Abyss, which he had just snatched. He had merely stored it inside his spatial ring.

“Damn it! That Goblin is trying to steal His Majesty’s armor!”

“Stop him immediately!”

“If he takes it, we’re doomed!”

A large group of elite dwarves realized something was amiss and rushed forward to intervene.

However…

These small fry were no match for Ultimate Domination, which Lin Tian used with ease, keeping them all at bay with Invisible Magic Hands.

One of the dwarves, realizing the insurmountable gap between them, turned his head and shouted, “Your Majesty, hurry—”

Before he could finish, his voice was abruptly cut off.

The scene before him was unbearable to watch!

The Dwarven King was passionately entangled with Berun, two burly, bearded old men.

It was enough to make anyone gag!

Berun’s eyes burned with fury, tears welling up as he bellowed, “Goblin! I won’t let this go! I will kill you!”

“Brother, I will take responsibility for you!”

The Dwarven King was completely lost in the moment, oblivious to everything around him.

When it came to indulging in pleasure, many people could relate.

All ambitions, all vows of determination, in that instant, were worth nothing. Like a man possessed, he chased after his desires.

Soon enough.

Lin Tian successfully deciphered the Dwarven King’s magic imprint and applied his own.

“Now, the tables have turned. It’s my time to shine!”

Lin Tian’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he donned the armor and activated it!

The Ganggu Armor automatically adjusted to fit its wearer, ensuring maximum comfort.

Of course, this only applied to dwarves.

Fortunately, Lin Tian’s physique was similar to that of a dwarf. Otherwise, even if he obtained it, he wouldn’t have been able to use it.

It was lucky that after evolving into a demigod, he hadn’t altered his appearance.

Zzzzz!

Scorching white steam hissed from the armor as Lin Tian tested its movements—blazingly fast! The sensation was unparalleled!

It was as if he were piloting a killing machine.

The surrounding dwarves trembled in fear, retreating in terror. Their eyes filled with despair. “It’s over! We’re all doomed!”

“He cracked His Majesty’s imprint so quickly… What kind of monster is he?!”

“We surrender, Lord Goblin!”

Some had already fallen to their knees, begging for mercy.

Even without the armor, Lin Tian had demonstrated terrifying strength.

Now, with the Ganggu Armor amplifying his power, he was completely unstoppable within this Dwarven Bunker.

Seeing this.

The Dwarven King remained unbothered. “Everyone, don’t panic. If things come to it, we’ll simply serve the Goblin and forge God-Slaying Weapons and magical devices for him.”

“That’s true!”

Hearing this, the dwarves calmed down a little.

But in the very next second—

The Ten Thousand-Wheel Blade instantly shredded several elite dwarves, slicing through their Sun-Class Armor as if it were paper.

Blood splattered everywhere!

When the droplets landed on the Dwarven King’s face, his expression immediately changed. He cried out in horror, “W-What do you mean by this, Goblin?!”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m killing you all.”

Lin Tian spoke casually, as if discussing the weather, before effortlessly slaughtering another large group of dwarves.

Like an unstoppable beast running at full throttle, he tore through the dwarves, cutting them down like mere vegetables!

Previously, he had to be mindful of their weak points and avoid their armor.

Now, there was only one word—massacre!

Agonized screams echoed endlessly throughout the palace!

Blood flowed in rivers!

The Dwarven Destruction Army, once said to be capable of challenging an entire Divine Pantheon, was now—

Completely annihilated by Lin Tian!

No noble or royal member managed to escape.

Perhaps a few had fled, but tracking them down later would be easy.

The Dwarven King looked utterly shattered, his heart hollow. He cried in despair, “Why? Why are you doing this? You evil Goblin! What have you done?! Was your promise a lie?!”

“The promise was real. I will have you forge God-Slaying Weapons for me, but when I said ‘you,’ I meant your entire dwarven race.”

Lin Tian stated coldly. At this moment, the thrill was indescribable.

His energy was boundless, as if he could never run out. He could slay another hundred thousand, even a million elite dwarves.

The reason for wiping them out was simple.

These people would likely rebel later, harboring treacherous thoughts.

Instead, he would cultivate a new faction of dwarves, ones completely loyal to him—his puppets.

He would have them learn to forge God-Slaying Weapons.

Besides, based on what he had learned so far, this Dwarven King was nothing but a tyrant, despised by his own people.

There was no concern about an uprising from the populace.

Upon hearing this.

The Dwarven King seemed completely drained of life. Like a walking corpse, his eyes were lifeless. “I… I lost… If not for that bizarre ability of yours, how could I have lost?!”

“If not? Why don’t you say, if you hadn’t let me in, none of this would have happened? In this world, there is no ‘if,’ no ‘what if’!”

Lin Tian raised the Ten Thousand-Wheel Blade, pressing it against the Dwarven King’s throat, his voice heavy. “Tell me where the forging method for God-Slaying Weapons is, and I will liberate your dwarven race, ensuring its legacy endures.”

Looking around at the corpses strewn across the floor, the Dwarven King knew his fate was sealed. Slowly, he reached for a small scroll from his waist.

Opening it revealed detailed instructions on forging God-Slaying Weapons—the culmination of countless generations of dwarven kings’ wisdom and effort.

“Then… I’ll trust you one last time.”

The Dwarven King sighed and closed his eyes.

He knew there was no chance of survival. Even if he were in Lin Tian’s place, he wouldn’t let himself live.

Lin Tian? Even less so.

Keeping him alive while allowing him to continue forging God-Slaying Weapons would be no different from raising a viper in his own home.

Swish!

The Ten Thousand-Wheel Blade flashed.

On the spot, the so-called God of Craftsmen, the Dwarven King, perished!

Lin Tian didn’t mock him before the kill. In his heart, he respected the man.

After all, leading such a weak race to such strength was no small feat.

Looking at the parchment scroll in his hands, Lin Tian finally felt at ease.

Everything was settled.

Now, he just needed to cultivate a new faction of dwarves skilled in forging God-Slaying Weapons and magical devices.

With that, he headed towards the Dwarven Kingdom’s residential district.

At this moment, the streets were deserted—everyone had gone into hiding.

After all, the battle in the palace had been nothing short of intense.

“You don’t have to hide anymore. From now on, I am your new king! I will abolish the class system and lead you back to the surface!”

Lin Tian walked down the street, shouting aloud.

Pairs of eyes peeked from behind windows, filled with shock. “His Majesty’s Ganggu Alloy Armor? D-Did he lose?!”

“No doubt about it, that tyrant is dead!”

“Hahaha! The tyrant is finally gone! We no longer have to live in fear every day!”

A low-class dwarf with a brown beard, dressed in tattered rags, rushed out of his home.

He ran down the street, cheering wildly!

Finally, he stopped in front of Lin Tian. “You… are our new king!”

One by one, other dwarves emerged, their expressions complicated—unsure whether to feel relieved or fearful.

On one hand, the Dwarven King Berus was indeed dead. But the one who had slain him was said to be an invader.

Lin Tian deactivated the Ganggu Armor, preparing to speak.

But the brown-bearded dwarf immediately recoiled in horror, taking several steps back. “Impossible! It’s… a Goblin?!”

There was no need to explain how Goblins were viewed by the world.

A Goblin that had slain the Dwarven King—just the thought was terrifying.

The other dwarves also looked as if they had lost their souls, trembling in fear.

“You don’t need to panic. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already,” Lin Tian said coolly. “I’m giving you two choices. First, submit to me and continue your peaceful lives—under the condition that you forge God-Slaying Weapons for me.”

“The second choice—refuse, and leave the bunker!”

His tone was resolute!

Upon hearing this, the brown-bearded dwarf grimaced. “W-What? Forge God-Slaying Magical Devices? That’s impossible! Only the king knows how to do that! We have no idea how!”

The blueprints for forging God-Slaying Weapons had always been passed down from one king to the next.

They were never shared with others.

Lin Tian remained indifferent. “You mean this?” He lifted the parchment scroll slightly. “I will establish and support a new royal nobility, dedicated solely to serving me. But they must sign a Master-Servant Contract.”

“W-What?! A new royal nobility?!”

“Heavens! This is our chance to rise up!”

“Lord Goblin King, pick me! Pick me!”

Dwarves swarmed from their homes, screaming and raising their hands frantically—desperate to be chosen.

At that moment, the brown-bearded dwarf stepped forward, his eyes filled with sincerity. “Your Majesty! My name is Saire! I am fully capable of being part of the royal nobility and forging God-Slaying Magical Devices for you! My ancestor was the Fifth Dwarven King, the strongest Forge God in dwarven history! I have inherited his talent—the Lucky Craftsman ability!”

“Lucky Craftsman?”

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and examined it.

This ability significantly boosted success rates when forging weapons and magical devices—including enchantment success rates.

It was indeed a formidable talent.

Satisfied, he nodded. “Very well. Stand behind me.”

“I want in too!”

Suddenly, another dwarf rushed forward, trying to push his way ahead of Saire.

He even shoved Saire aside.

Bang!

Without warning!

The dwarf exploded! Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, coating Saire’s face in gore!

Instantly, every dwarf trembled violently, stepping back in terror.

Lin Tian’s voice was icy. “If you have a unique ability, speak up. One at a time! Anyone who dares lie—well, you saw what happens.”

Gulp…

Saire swallowed hard, suppressing his fear as he stepped forward, bowing respectfully. “Thank you for Your Majesty’s recognition! I will master the art of forging God-Slaying Weapons as quickly as possible.”

“Your Majesty! I possess the dwarven legend’s Golden Left Hand! The weapons and magical devices I forge are stronger and superior compared to others of the same tier!”

Below, another dwarf mustered his courage and spoke excitedly.

Lin Tian quickly checked his information panel and smiled. “What’s your name? Come over here.”

“Yann!”

The dwarf’s eyes were filled with joy, and several elderly dwarves nearby had tears in their eyes, deeply moved.

Even though Yann possessed such an extraordinary talent, his family was too poor. Their daily income barely covered food expenses.

He had never been able to afford training in magical forging.

If word got out that he had the Golden Left Hand, it would have been a death sentence—he would have been eliminated by Berun’s family immediately.

They couldn’t risk someone threatening their position.

As soon as he finished speaking—

Another dwarf stepped forward, eagerly recommending himself. “Your Majesty, my name is Carmon! I can drastically reduce the time needed to forge any magical device! Please give me a chance!”

“Reduce the time?”

Lin Tian was slightly puzzled. Every step in forging magical devices was essential; logically, the process shouldn’t be able to be shortened.

Moreover, reducing the forging time would usually affect the success rate and quality.

He immediately examined Carmon’s skill panel.

Sure enough, something special appeared.

[Craftsman’s Spirit: Complete immersion in forging, forming a unique domain that accelerates time within the domain.]

“Interesting… So many talented individuals, and Berun simply cast them aside. No wonder the dwarves have always been oppressed by the Divine Pantheons.” Lin Tian sighed.

Once upon a time, dwarves had lived freely on the surface, even under the rule of the Old Divine Pantheon.

Carmon’s eyes were full of anticipation as he asked again, “Your Majesty, do I qualify?!”

Lin Tian smiled in satisfaction. “Of course. And you’re exceptional!”

“Yes! Finally! Our Carmon family is rising again!”

Several dwarves excitedly embraced Carmon, overjoyed.

For them, this was the greatest stroke of fortune.

The selection continued.

Every dwarf tried to showcase their abilities.

Of course, there were also some attempting to deceive their way in.

“Your Majesty! I can forge magical devices in any shape! Even God-Slaying Weapons, I can replicate them perfectly!”

“That impressive? Will they function exactly like the real thing in battle?”

Lin Tian’s expression grew serious as he asked carefully.

The dwarf hesitated for a moment before awkwardly smiling. “Uh… They only look the same… They don’t actually work at all.”

…

The entire hall fell into complete silence.

“Your Majesty, he’s messing with you…”

Carmon whispered cautiously from the side.

“Take him away. Flog him a hundred times!” Lin Tian almost felt like cursing. What kind of useless ability was this?

Anyone could make a replica if it didn’t need to function!

After another hour of selection—

He chose about a hundred dwarves, establishing a new royal nobility.

The main reason for limiting their numbers was that controlling them through contract magic would consume his mental energy. Too many, and he wouldn’t be able to manage them effectively.

Otherwise, the Divine Pantheons could have simply enslaved the entire world and wouldn’t need to carefully eliminate threats.

At that moment—

A dwarven soldier ran up, panting heavily, his face pale and trembling. “A-Are you the new Majesty?”

Lin Tian scoffed. “What do you think? You think I’m here on vacation? What do you want?”

The soldier hurriedly explained, “The Grand Commander of the Elf Palace, Princess Lita, requests an audience.”

Upon hearing this—

Carmon and the others looked at him with disdain. “That’s it? That tiny bit of information, and you’re gasping like that?”

“I—I just came back from the palace… C-Corpses… They were everywhere… I c-couldn’t take it anymore.”

Recalling the scene in the palace, the soldier shuddered violently.

And then—

He collapsed, unconscious.

Perhaps, for the rest of his life, his biggest regret would be getting assigned to guard duty today!

Just delivering a message had scarred him for eternity.

Lin Tian frowned. “The Elf Kingdom? What a hassle. I was just about to call Alice, Bill, and the others.”

After all, the Dwarven Kingdom needed a ruler.

And he couldn’t possibly stay here forever.

Having Bill act as Regent King was the best option.