From Goblin to Goblin God - Chapter 393

Chapter 393: The Gathering of Four God-Kings! The Siege on Lin Tian! Certain Death!

TL: Sungmin

Veilynn of Heaven had clearly not yet reached the level of a God-King.

That meant she definitely did not possess a God-King Level Divine Core.

Then, it was rather suspicious whose hands Satan’s Divine Core had fallen into.

Upon hearing this, Satan’s face twisted with rage and fury. “Odin took it! He gave it to his daughter, Hela! That Divine Core was supposed to belong to us magical beasts!”

And now, it had perfectly fused with a human.

This resulted in the Aesir Pantheon having two God-Kings.

Lin Tian suddenly understood. “I see. But none of that matters now. I have a way to deal with Hela. No need to worry.”

Hela’s ability to resurrect infinitely and instantly was indeed terrifying to an absurd degree.

But Lin Tian had Godslayer, which could counter her perfectly.

So the threat wasn’t too significant.

The biggest threats among the gods were Zeus and Odin, whose abilities remained unknown.

“Alright, now that everything has been exposed and there’s no turning back, let’s return to the bunker. I will immediately bestow Divine Cores upon all of you,” Lin Tian said seriously.

At that moment, he noticed that the One-Eyed Owl’s combat power had surged!

It had already reached 60,000!

And if she wielded God-Slaying-Grade weapons and magical devices, surpassing 80,000 wouldn’t be an issue.

On top of that, she had also gained a brand-new ability granted by the God-King Level Divine Core.

[Mysterious Power: Attack range increased to 100 meters. As long as the target is within this range, you can strike them at will. Simply punch in place, and the attack will land on your opponent.]

Seeing this, Lin Tian was astonished. “Big Sis, did you realize you just obtained an incredibly powerful ability? This completely compensates for your lack of ranged attacks!”

Supporting Lin Tian, the One-Eyed Owl looked utterly confused. “Huh? I didn’t notice.”

“Your attacks can now land on enemies from up to a hundred meters away. Of course, they can still dodge.”

Lin Tian explained.

The One-Eyed Owl looked at her right fist and clenched it slightly. “A hundred meters away? Then… doesn’t that mean I can no longer enjoy the thrill of landing a solid punch on my enemies?”

Hearing this, Lin Tian was exasperated. “I suppose so. You can try attacking in front of you.”

With that, the One-Eyed Owl raised her head and looked ahead. The sight alone terrified the magical beasts and humans spectating—they immediately bolted in fear.

Hitting these people would obviously be unrealistic.

Her gaze finally settled on a collapsed building wall.

The One-Eyed Owl attempted to channel the power of the Divine Core and threw a punch toward the wall!

“Boom!”

Instantly, the crumbling structure 79 meters away exploded into debris!

The attack had lost no power at all—it was utterly shocking!

However, the One-Eyed Owl looked disappointed. “There’s no sensation whatsoever. But it looks like the power is transferred at full strength. I’ll save this move for emergencies.”

Loael and Satan both wanted to curse out loud.

That ability—one they envied beyond words—was actually being disregarded!

Lin Tian quickly checked his own skill panel.

He wondered if obtaining the Infinite-Class Divine Core had granted him any new abilities.

Yet, aside from his previous skills, nothing new had appeared.

If anything, he had gained Hermes’ [Traveler’s Memory] and Ares’ [War Cry].

“Let’s go,” Lin Tian said.

He didn’t have time to focus on skills right now. Mass-producing Divine Cores was the top priority.

…

Mount Olympus.

Inside the divine palace, the atmosphere was so heavy it was suffocating.

Poseidon, Hades, and the others who had previously left had all returned.

Even Athena, who had openly walked away, was back.

There was no choice—because their brother was dead.

Before Hermes died, he had activated a transmission spell at the last moment, sending a string of messages to Zeus.

Essentially a divine text message.

But this was also a powerful ability exclusive to Hermes as the Divine Messenger.

Zeus’ expression was as dark as a storm, sitting silently on the God-King’s Throne, his beer belly resting heavily before him.

The palace maid standing beside him, holding wine and food, was trembling.

She knew that if she made even the slightest mistake and enraged Zeus in his current state, her death would be agonizing beyond belief.

Finally, Athena lost her patience. “What exactly is going on?! You dare summon me with a mass recall command?!”

Their Divine Cores had all been split off from the God-King Divine Core.

Naturally, Zeus could exert brief control over them.

He had forcibly recalled Athena.

“Athena… this matter is serious. I don’t want to see you acting recklessly again,” Zeus’ voice was incomparably cold.

It exploded through the entire palace like thunder.

At this moment, everyone understood—the situation had escalated.

Poseidon spoke solemnly. “Then just say it outright. Sitting there brooding alone won’t help anything.”

Zeus cast him a cold glance. The reason he had been sitting there, deep in thought,

was because this matter concerned his status—his divine authority.

He needed to make a decision on his own before giving others their orders.

It was evident how cautious he was.

Only with such prudence could he and others have devised something like the Covenant of the Gods.

Now that the effects of the Covenant of the Gods had taken hold, it was time to tighten the net.

“Hermes…”

Zeus’ voice suddenly rang out, but it abruptly cut off.

Because Hermes was dead. Completely, irreversibly dead.

Adjusting his emotions slightly, he said, “I will personally inform the other Divine Pantheons. You all wait here.”

He intended to discuss the matter with the other God-Kings.

But he certainly couldn’t tell them everything that had happened.

If those guys learned that someone could kill gods effortlessly—and that those gods couldn’t even resurrect—he feared they might switch sides.

Zzzzz!

The next second, Zeus’ pupils turned into flashing bolts of lightning, and with a sharp crackling sound, he vanished instantly.

The gods present gasped for air as if a massive weight had just been lifted from their chests.

The Moon Goddess, draped in a blue-glass leather robe, spoke in astonishment. “What exactly is going on? Why haven’t Hermes and Ares returned yet?”

“They probably uncovered some terrifying information,” said Hades, his tone icy beneath the shadow of his black cloak.

It wasn’t hard to guess.

But none of them had expected that Zeus would be so wary of even them.

Poseidon’s eyes flickered with something unspoken. He glanced at the others, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately held back.

At that moment, Athena spoke. “That bastard is still so wary of us. Why don’t we just join forces and take him down?! Support me as the new God-King, and I promise to grant everyone true fairness and freedom!”

“…This—”

Poseidon had never expected it—leave it to Athena.

He had been thinking the same thing just now but didn’t dare say it aloud.

Afraid that Zeus, who might return at any moment, would overhear.

The other gods were dumbfounded, staring at Athena—dressed in full armor, golden ponytail tied high, a sturdy shield in one hand, a long spear strapped to her back, and her other hand on her hip—speaking such an earth-shattering declaration with absolute nonchalance.

The Moon Goddess, Artemis, glanced nervously around before hurriedly advising, “My dear sister, how could you say something like that out loud?! If someone hears—”

“And what if they do?!” Athena scoffed. “Then we just tear off the facade and go to war with him!”

Poseidon, on the other hand, looked like a weary old father, sighing with a solemn tone. “Dear goddess, your mother is the Goddess of Wisdom, yet you don’t think before you speak.”

Hearing this, Athena maintained her proud stance. “Precisely because my mother is the Goddess of Wisdom, I have always strived to make the right choice!”

A deep silence fell over the gods.

Her words did strike a chord with them.

But in truth, who among them dared to oppose Zeus?

He could strip them of their Divine Cores at any moment.

And his lightning speed was utterly inescapable.

Apollo, clad in armor with a blazing solar emblem engraved on his chest, sighed. “Let’s wait and see. It’s too early to talk about this now.”

“Buzz!”

At that moment—

A magnificent, multi-colored beam of light shot into the sky from afar!

Utterly breathtaking!

And that light, following the arc of a parabola, descended precisely into the Olympus Divine Pantheon!

The gods immediately recognized it.

“The Rainbow Bridge?!”

The next second—

A terrifying aura engulfed the entire temple!

Among those present, only Athena, Poseidon, and Hades, as top-tier Prime Gods, remained unaffected.

The other Prime Gods all showed signs of distress.

Killing intent!

An overwhelming, terrifying killing intent!

Clang!

A piercing metallic step rang out.

From within the Rainbow Bridge, an elderly man clad in gilded gold armor strode forth. His beard and hair had turned completely white, yet his frame remained towering and upright, nearly two meters tall!

His sharp, blade-like gaze radiated an unyielding presence, making it impossible to meet his eyes directly.

His armor shimmered with flowing prismatic hues, exuding an aura of unparalleled might.

In his hand, he held a long spear, while behind him, a crimson cloak fluttered in the air!

A cloak dyed red by divine blood!

The sheer murderous aura emanating from him sent chills down everyone’s spines!

This was Odin, God-King of the Aesir Pantheon!

Immediately after—

A surge of black, malevolent energy erupted from the Rainbow Bridge’s glow!

A stark contrast to Odin’s lethal yet refined aura.

This was an ominous, violent, and savage energy, one that felt eerily similar to that of magical beasts.

Yet—

Stepping out of the darkness was a tall, cold, and elegant woman with flowing black hair.

However, the pitch-black armor adorning her body radiated nothing but pure, unadulterated evil.

“The Goddess of Death, Hela… The one closest to true immortality…” Hades murmured, his voice trembling slightly.

His eyes were filled with awe and disbelief.

Both of them governed over death—

But he was nowhere near as terrifyingly powerful as her.

Hela swept her gaze across the assembled gods with disdain, utterly unimpressed.

She walked forward without a word and, with a casual wave of her hand, conjured a massive throne, wrapped in black thorny vines.

She crossed one leg over the other and sat down as an equal to Zeus.

From beneath her dark armor, a glimpse of her snow-white thigh was visible—

But not a single soul dared to look.

Because they were God-King Level beings!

Odin also conjured a grand and resplendent throne with magic and took his seat.

At that moment—

Someone else emerged from the Rainbow Bridge.

A man holding a long-handled warhammer stepped forward, chewing something lazily with an air of nonchalance.

Yet, no one dared to underestimate him.

He was Thor, God of Thunder from the Aesir Pantheon.

His control over raging thunder attacks was entirely different from Zeus’ lightning speed,

but he was just as formidable, possessing the power of a top-tier Prime God.

Rumble! Rumble!

Suddenly, the temple floor began to tremble violently!

From within the Rainbow Bridge, a massive giant emerged, exuding an eerie frosty chill.

Standing nearly ten meters tall, his body was packed with bulging muscles.

He wore no clothing, his skin covered in a thick layer of ice, as if frozen solid.

He was Odin’s most trusted right-hand warrior, the Frost Giant—Loki!

Anyone who mistook him for a mindless magical beast would be gravely mistaken.

Frost Giants were an intelligent and cunning race, and within the Aesir Pantheon, Loki was known as the God of Trickery.

Now, with their main forces assembled—

The two God-Kings radiated an overwhelming pressure, making it difficult for the Olympian gods to even breathe.

Some of them unexpectedly began to miss Zeus.

Still chewing on whatever was in his mouth, Thor casually glanced around and remarked, “This temple is so plain. So many columns, yet absolutely no aesthetic sense.”

“It’s nothing compared to Asgard.” Loki added in agreement.

Of course, it was pure mockery.

“You!” Athena immediately flew into a rage.

Before she could say more, Thor cut her off. “What, I can’t speak my mind? If it looks bad, it looks bad. Hahaha!”

Athena was already prepared to fight—

But Poseidon and Hades held her back with all their strength.

They had no choice—

The enemy had two God-Kings!

If a fight broke out while Zeus was absent, they would be slaughtered with no recourse.

Even if they revived, their Divine Cores would be weakened, which was far too much of a loss.

At that moment—

The distant sky over Mount Olympus began to glow blindingly bright!

A massive fireball streaked toward them at incredible speed.

As it drew closer, they could see—

It wasn’t just a fireball—it was a gigantic bird, engulfed in flames!

As dazzling as the sun itself.

“So he finally showed up, huh? Heh, Horus is just too stingy. He insists on handling everything himself.” Seated atop his throne, Odin muttered with a hint of disdain.

The newcomer was none other than Horus, God-King of the Solar Pantheon.

Last time, he had personally gone to spy on Lin Tian as well.

The reason was simple—

He was unwilling to share the power of his Divine Core with others, fearing betrayal.

In his domain, he was king, and he personally handled all major affairs to maintain his grip on power.

This was because Horus had not inherited the Divine Core of the former God-King of the Sun Hall through conquest, but had simply gotten lucky and picked it up.

After the God-King of the Sun Hall was slain by an Abomination, the Abomination Gods left his Divine Core untouched.

Horus had seized the opportunity.

Thus, he was the weakest among the God-Kings.

As the firebird neared Mount Olympus, it transformed into a muscular man with an exposed upper body, well-defined muscles, and sharp abs.

His attire closely resembled that of a Trojan warrior or the Desert Queen.

Horus scanned the surroundings and asked in confusion, “Where is Zeus? There’s no way he’d arrive later than me.”

“Zzzzt—!”

The moment he finished speaking, streaks of lightning flashed!

Zeus suddenly appeared inside the temple.

“It’s nothing,” he said. “I just took a trip to City of Wicked Sages. And sure enough, I saw the Dwarven Bunker.”

“Oh? So did you take action?” Horus inquired.

The moment the gods heard Dwarven Bunker, their expressions changed drastically, their ears immediately perking up!

So the dwarves, who had been in hiding for so long, had resurfaced?!

Zeus shook his head. “Not yet. The reason I gathered all of you for this meeting is precisely because of this. And also—some critical information.”

Odin, Hela, and Horus all turned their gazes toward him.

They grew cautious.

The four God-Kings exchanged glances,

then, all at once, shifted their eyes toward the others in the hall.

Hela immediately conjured a magic formation in her palm.

A dense black mist rose and enveloped the four of them.

Their auras disappeared completely!

Their voices were utterly silenced—not even a whisper could escape.

Let alone be seen or overheard.

Athena instantly cursed under her breath. “Hah! A meeting? What kind of meeting is this, where even your own people aren’t trusted?!”