From Goblin to Goblin God - Chapter 376

Chapter 376: The Elf Queen’s Stirred Heart, Inviting Lin Tian as a Guest

TL: Sungmin

Originally, the Elf Race had been powerless against the Allied Nations’ coalition forces.

They had even prepared for a mass migration to escape.

Yet, unexpectedly, Lin Tian had annihilated them all.

Not only that, but he had also conquered the Dwarven Kingdom and formed an alliance with them. This meant that even the Divine Pantheons would not dare to act recklessly against the Elf Race in the future.

They had finally secured peace.

This was a scenario they had never even dared to dream of.

The Elf Queen and Lita both had tears welling up in their eyes.

Lin Tian took the Shadow Scroll in his hand. It was time to rest, and he had no interest in looking at it now. Instead, he asked, “Sit down first. Have you eaten? Want something to eat?”

“Thank you, Your Majesty Goblin King, but we do not eat meat…”

The Elf Queen wiped the corners of her eyes as she spoke.

Lin Tian naturally knew this. He had at least some experience in raising elves. “Lia, go get some vegetables and fruits.”

“Mm.”

Lia, her expression indifferent, stood up and left.

Hearing this—

The Elf Queen trembled all over. “Your Majesty Goblin King, what… what did you just call her?!”

Damn it!

Lin Tian suddenly realized his mistake. He had intended to keep Lia’s identity a secret, afraid that she would act like a self-sacrificing saint, learn Shadow Power, and dedicate herself to protecting the Elf Kingdom.

After all, her family had been destroyed by the kingdom.

“You misheard. I called her Maya,” Lin Tian replied.

But before he could smooth things over, Lia stopped in her tracks, her voice icy cold. “Boss, there’s no need to hide my identity. I am Lia, and I will never forgive the Elf Kingdom.”

“Forget it, do as you please.”

Lin Tian sighed. He did not want to be too strict or rigid with his trusted followers.

Whatever they wanted to do, as long as he could support them, he would.

Lita hurriedly tried to rush forward—

But suddenly, a sharp blade, wreathed in black energy, blocked her path.

Alice held the Ominous Blade in her hand, stopping Lita without a word. The shadowed expression on her face already made her thoughts clear.

Seeing the speed of that blade, Lita gulped nervously. “Don’t misunderstand. I was just… too emotional.”

“Lia, the kingdom has been searching for you for a very long time. Come back. The kingdom needs your strength!”

The Elf Queen pleaded, her eyes full of hope as she looked at Lia’s back.

Lita also tried to persuade her. “I know the nobles of the kingdom oppressed your family before. No one expects you to forgive them. But please, for the sake of your people, come ba—”

Before she could finish—

Lia interrupted coldly, “I hold no anger or hatred. In fact, I’m grateful. If not for those nobles pushing me out, I wouldn’t have met Boss, nor would I be who I am today.”

“Then why won’t you return? Only your bloodline can truly wield Shadow Power, only you can protect the Elf Kingdom!”

The Elf Queen’s voice was full of guilt and sorrow.

Lia couldn’t help but laugh. “Because Shadow Power was used to slaughter my family. The kingdom even classified it as forbidden. And now, you say you need it? Hahaha… I’ll go back, sure—once all the nobles are dead!”

Having followed Lin Tian for so long—

She had developed a new understanding of moral coercion.

It was nothing but a transaction of benefits.

She would not be swayed by a few words from outsiders.

“Lia, if you let go of the past, our Elf Kingdom can—”

The Elf Queen was about to continue.

But suddenly—

A voice filled with overwhelming power echoed through the air.

“Enough!”

The sheer might of Dark Holy Word bore down on them, making the Elf Queen and Lita tremble. Cold sweat poured from their bodies.

Lin Tian looked at the two, his expression somewhat annoyed. “The only reason I let you speak this much is because you weren’t among the ones who oppressed Lia’s family. I suggest you know your place.”

Thud!

The Elf Queen and Lita instantly fell to their knees. “Your Majesty Goblin King, we have overstepped. Please forgive us!”

“Get up, it’s fine. Lia, well done.” Lin Tian spoke.

It wasn’t just because Lia had refused the Elf Queen. In this era, anyone who dared to resist their own king was a rare sight.

Lia smiled seductively. “That’s all thanks to you, Boss.”

She then brought over some fruits and vegetables.

The Elf Queen and Lita spoke to Lia with noticeably more politeness. Even when taking food, they nodded repeatedly in thanks.

Nearby, Grugia and Osius were holding wine bottles. The firelight flickered on their faces, filled with admiration as they stared at the elves.

One of them clicked his tongue, “Tsk tsk, they really are something else.”

“The Elf Queen… sniff… I can smell her fragrance from this far away. If only I could have a taste… gulp.”

“Shhh, keep your voice down. If she hears you, we’ll just be mocked as pathetic losers.”

“That one called Lita—doesn’t she remind you of Big Sis? Her muscle tone is pretty damn good, too.”

“Yeah, yeah, but she’s… lacking in some areas compared to Big Sis.”

As the two were chatting—

They suddenly shuddered, all traces of drunkenness vanishing instantly.

The One-Eyed Owl was casually tossing an empty wine bottle in her hand, flipping it back and forth, her gaze sharp with warning.

“If you have something to say, say it to my face,” she said, her voice menacing. “Go on, tell me exactly what parts of her development don’t compare to mine?”

“Save us, Brother Tian!”

The two of them rushed to Lin Tian’s side, trembling in fear.

Because the One-Eyed Owl was someone who actually hit people.

…

After a night of drinking and feasting, everyone sprawled out in disarray across the plaza, fast asleep.

But one figure remained awake, standing guard until dawn.

It was Alice.

Her long years of military service had ingrained in her an instinctive vigilance that never faded.

As morning broke, the others gradually woke up.

The Elf Queen sought out Lin Tian once again, bowing slightly with great respect.

“There’s no need for that. Just speak plainly. We are allies now,” Lin Tian said.

The reason he had chosen to maintain this alliance was simple.

First, the Elf Queen was incredibly strong, with a power level exceeding sixty thousand. As an assassin, she could even assassinate gods with a combat strength of seventy thousand.

Second, the Elf Kingdom was a priceless treasure.

Any elf, randomly picked from their ranks, would be breathtakingly beautiful.

A pure, flawless paradise of stunning women—it was a relationship worth maintaining.

Barbarians would rely on brute force, seizing what they desired. But that would only claim the body, not the soul.

Lin Tian wanted both.

Hearing this, the Elf Queen felt a slight wave of emotion. She had not expected this Goblin King to be so unpretentious, exuding an air of civilization.

This was entirely different from the impression she had of goblins before.

Hurriedly, she spoke, “Given Your Majesty Goblin King’s assistance to the Elf Kingdom, you are free to come and go from Holy Mountain as you please. If you have any… needs regarding elves, I can also provide you wi—”

Before she could finish, Lin Tian raised his hand to interrupt her.

He took on an air of wisdom and experience, clasping his hands behind his back as he slowly walked a few steps forward, stopping beside the Elf Queen.

His voice grew solemn. “Your Majesty, I hope you maintain your self-respect. Elves are a race that inhabits this world, not a commodity. There is no such thing as a supply and demand for them.”

With that, he strode forward, waking up Gobu Kuang, Grugia, and the others.

There was still work to do.

“Your Majesty, what’s wrong?”

By then, Lita had returned from freshening up and noticed the Elf Queen standing there in a daze, as if she had lost her soul.

Her beautiful eyes shimmered.

It was as if she had fallen into something, unable to pull herself out.

A long time passed before she snapped out of it. She turned to look at Lin Tian and murmured, “Lita, this goblin… We must record him in the Elf Kingdom’s history. A statue of him should be erected in the kingdom’s center.”

“Huh? What? What happened?”

Lita was utterly baffled.

Something like this was unheard of anywhere.

Building a statue of someone from another race—goblins, no less—in their kingdom?

Only gods had ever received such an honor.

The Elf Queen sighed deeply. “If we were to choose a god to worship, I believe that no one would be more fitting than that goblin. He is closer to divinity than anything I have ever known…”

Those words from earlier had utterly melted her heart.

As she looked at Lin Tian, her gaze grew hazy, and she felt a strange, indescribable sensation stirring within her.

Lita, however, didn’t overthink it. “Alright, looks like they have things to do. We should head back, Your Majesty.”

Since Lia could not be persuaded, there was no reason to stay any longer.

Killing all the nobles was out of the question—it would implicate many innocent newborns.

“I…”

The Elf Queen hesitated.

She wanted to stay in Goblin King City—to stay by Lin Tian’s side.

Before, this desire had stemmed purely from the fact that Lin Tian was powerful enough to provide them real protection and security.

But now, there was another layer—a warmth, a sense of safety that reached into her very soul.

Lita, who had lived for centuries, immediately sensed something was off. “Your Majesty, just what did you experience? Why are you acting like this?”

That look in her eyes—it was almost… longing.

Even a fool could tell something was wrong.

Lita leaned in close, whispering into the Elf Queen’s ear like an adult warning a child, “Your Majesty, you don’t get out much. You lack experience. Men—no, males—are all devious creatures. Don’t let their appearances fool you!”

At these words—

The Elf Queen rolled her eyes. “Do you honestly think His Majesty Goblin King’s appearance is what attracts me?”

Green-skinned, fanged.

It wasn’t a matter of ugliness—it was terrifying.

“Then why…?”

Lita was completely dumbfounded. She couldn’t understand it at all.

The Elf Queen said no more. “Let’s go. We’ll invite His Majesty Goblin King to visit the kingdom soon.”

“…Alright.”

Outside the Dwarven Bunker Teleportation Point.

A flash of light burst forth.

Lin Tian and his group emerged, greeted by rows of goblin guards who immediately saluted and sent word for the entrance to be opened.

“So this is the Dwarven Bunker? Damn, this is impressive!”

Osius and Grugia were wide-eyed with awe, scanning their surroundings in amazement.

This time, they had all mobilized together.

The Goblin King City was temporarily under Celeste’s management.

Lin Tian had brought everyone here with a single purpose—to forge an entire set of God-Slaying-Grade armor and weapons for everyone.

If possible, each person would get one weapon and one magical device.

The difference between weapons and magical devices was immense.

For example, the Ten Thousand-Wheel Blade was a weapon, while the Heart of the Abyss was a magical device.

As soon as they entered the Dwarven Kingdom, Carmon, Saire, Yann, and the others immediately set aside what they were doing and rushed over to assist.

There were also dozens, if not hundreds, of trusted followers helping.

Scanning the gathered crowd, Lin Tian asked, “Where’s Acting King Bill?”

“Lord Bill is still practicing at the Forge God’s Anvil. We didn’t dare disturb him to inform him of your arrival,” Monka replied respectfully.

Lin Tian couldn’t help but sigh, “That guy—he’s usually so careless, but when it comes to forging, he really doesn’t mess around.”

“Yeah,” One-Eyed Owl added with an amused grin, “Marrying so many wives at once—I really wanted to look down on him for it. But when it comes to his dedication to forging and drinking, I have no choice but to give him my respect.”

Lin Tian and his group proceeded toward the Dwarven Royal Palace, where they soon laid eyes on the Forge God’s Anvil.

This anvil itself was a magical device, imbued with numerous enhancements. It was also a key component in forging God-Slaying-Grade weapons and magical devices.

Without it, even if someone managed to get hold of the blueprints, they still wouldn’t be able to forge anything at that level.

There, in front of the Forge God’s Anvil, Bill was tirelessly swinging his hammer.

The light from the furnace flickered, casting shadows over his slightly aged face—though his muscles remained as solid as ever.

His expression was intensely serious, so much so that those watching instinctively held their breath.

It felt like watching an artistic masterpiece unfold—every hammer strike resonating with their very souls!

After a long time—

Bill finally forged a chestplate, carefully lifting it with tongs and examining it in the furnace’s glow.

Even his beard seemed to be staring at the armor. “Damn… It’s only at the pinnacle of Sun-Class. It still can’t reach God-Slaying-Grade. What am I doing wrong? What am I missing?!”

“Lord Bill, you should take a break. You don’t even have any special blessings, yet your forging skills are still the highest among us,” Carmon said, unable to hold back his concern.

He was deeply moved by Bill’s dedication to forging.

The man was an absolute madman!

Since arriving here, aside from eating, he hadn’t stepped away from the anvil even once.

At that moment, Bill turned to reply, “No, I’m this close—just a little bit more! I must have hammered it too few times, making the toughness too weak! That’s why the Mythic-Class enchantments aren’t reaching their full potential—it can’t withstand the God-Slaying Imprint!”

A God-Slaying-Grade magical device wasn’t just about durability and defense.

It also required stronger Mythic-Class abilities.

Every factor was tightly interconnected.

If even one aspect was lacking, the entire creation would be declared a failure.

For example, if a blade wasn’t sharp enough, it wouldn’t be able to hold high-tier Mythic-Class abilities, nor could it withstand a God-Slaying Imprint, which stored multiple enchantments.

During multi-enchantment forging, even one failed enchantment could destabilize the God-Slaying Imprint, causing cracks to form along the blade.

The entire process was exceedingly complex.

Every step had to be perfect.

“Your Majesty Lin Tian? And all of you—when did you get here?”

Bill suddenly froze, noticing their presence for the first time.

Lin Tian walked up and patted his shoulder. “We’ve been here for a while. You should take a break. Let the others practice for now.”

Hearing this—

Bill’s previously excited expression instantly turned into one of guilt. “Your Majesty Lin Tian… I’m truly sorry. Even after all this time, I still haven’t mastered God-Slaying-Grade forging techniques…”

“It’s only been a few days. Don’t blame yourself,” Lin Tian replied.

Even a dwarven genius couldn’t master something like that so quickly.

But Bill, consumed by guilt, sank deeper into self-reproach.

His expression darkened as he muttered, “But… the sooner I master it, the sooner I can go to the Elf Kingdom to choose a wife! Your Majesty Lin Tian, you better not go back on your word!”

“Everyone move aside! I’m not resting until I master God-Slaying-Grade forging!”