From Goblin to Goblin God - Chapter 400

Chapter 400: The True Catastrophe, The End of the World!

TL: Sungmin

At the same time.

A knight wearing a round helmet gazed at the battlefield, letting out a chilling cackle as he rode off into the distance.

He hadn’t expected to witness such a large-scale war the moment he arrived, and the sight filled him with uncontrollable excitement.

Wherever he passed, tribes, factions, and nations that had previous conflicts would inexplicably turn against each other and start fighting.

This was the twisted nature of the War Horseman—somewhat similar to the Darkspawn—capable of drawing out the darkest, most bloodthirsty aspects of the human heart.

Immediately afterward, the last of the four horsemen appeared, exuding a strange green aura.

He carried a pitch-black, rusted Scales of Judgment, and his entire being radiated a chilling, bone-deep dread.

He was the Death Horseman.

His sole purpose was to collect the souls of those who perished in war, plague, and famine, using them to strengthen himself.

His very existence could manipulate causality, plunging the world into even greater death.

No matter the means, the outcome would always be the same—more and more deaths.

“Veilynn, oh Veilynn! I really have to admire you! If you had a God-King Level Divine Core, the four of us together wouldn’t even stand a chance against you!”

Zeus was shaking with rage, his teeth clenched as he spat out the words.

Such a monstrous spell—only she could have created something like this.

At this point, he knew there was no turning back.

Even if the caster were killed, it wouldn’t matter. Unless the caster personally sounded the Doomsday Horn again, the Four Horsemen would not disappear.

Alternatively, they would vanish only when 99% of all life on the planet perished.

Zeus then turned toward the Bunker and roared, “Loael! You bastards will pay for this!”

He needed to return and prepare defensive measures.

And ensure the continuation of their civilization’s last remnants.

“What’s going on? You just blew a horn, and all those gods fled?!”

Inside the Bunker, Loael couldn’t believe what she was witnessing.

This was way too surreal.

Lin Tian let out a cold chuckle. “Do you really think that horn is simple? 99% of all life on this world will be wiped out because of it.”

“What?!!”

The moment they heard those words, the entire group almost collapsed on the spot.

At first, it hadn’t seemed that serious.

But the phrase “99% of all life will perish” thundered in their ears like an apocalyptic explosion.

Lin Tian shrugged. “Forget about it. Let’s just do what we need to do. In a while, we can go out and hunt the gods, and then I’ll cancel the Doomsday Horn.”

He hadn’t originally planned on using this spell.

After all, if other life forms died out, the world would become far too desolate.

He only hoped that by the time they killed the gods and lifted the apocalypse, there would still be some life left.

…

Time passed, day by day.

One of the Great Demon Kings who had participated in the Battle of the Bunker had finally returned home.

A group of rhinoceros-headed beastmen rushed toward him.

They were still young—his children.

Their species, the Flat-Mountain Giant Rhinoceros Tribe, was considered one of the top-tier magical beast races.

Upon reaching adulthood, they stood ten meters tall, their thick, armor-like hide impervious to blades and spears.

If they went berserk, they could crush a small mountain with ease.

“Children, I’m home,” the Great Demon King Giant Rhino grinned warmly.

Despite his immense strength, he was a gentle, herbivorous magical beast.

He had only joined the war out of necessity.

Inside the stone house, a massive female rhinoceros slowly stepped out to greet her husband.

But the moment she saw him, her expression froze. “H-Honey… your face, your body… why do you have so many black mold spots?!”

The Great Demon King Giant Rhino was taken aback. “Mold spots?”

Alarmed, he quickly touched his face but felt nothing unusual.

Then—

“Cough, cough, cough!”

A sudden, unbearable itch spread through his chest, forcing him to cough violently.

“Pffft!”

A thick, black, viscous liquid—mixed with contaminated blood—sprayed from his mouth, splattering all over the young giant rhinos.

“This… this is impossible! Plague?!”

The Great Demon King Giant Rhino was worldly enough to recognize the truth instantly.

His coughing wasn’t a coincidence.

His internal organs had already been riddled with black mold, rotting, and oozing pus!

Panicked, he clamped a hand over his mouth and staggered backward. “Wife, quickly! Take the children and wash their bodies with herbal ash! Don’t worry about me! Just go!!”

For their species, medical awareness was extremely weak.

In fact, the entire world lacked any developed medical culture.

Most relied on crude, traditional remedies.

Unfortunately, against such a terrifying plague, no folk remedy could possibly work.

“Where are you going?! Are you abandoning us?!”

The female giant rhino trembled in fear.

But the Great Demon King Giant Rhino didn’t even look back. He bolted out of the house. If he stayed, the plague would likely spread to his family and even the entire tribe!

Little did he know—

It was already too late.

The young giant rhinos covered in blackened blood had already reached the point of no return.

On the seventh day after the appearance of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse,

The entire sky was shrouded in gray, lifeless and heavy with despair.

Everywhere the eye could see, there were only withered trees and barren land, without a trace of greenery.

Corpses littered the land, while crows and carrion creatures feasted upon them as if this were their final meal.

By the side of a river,

The corpse of the Great Demon King-level Flat-Mountain Giant Rhinoceros Beastman from before lay motionless.

However, his hide was too thick, rendering it impossible for the scavengers to tear open.

Still, his eye sockets were hollow—plucked clean by opportunistic crows.

In just seven days, around 500 million beings had perished.

And this was only the first wave of deaths. Because the plague had a lethal cycle of roughly seven days, the second wave of mass deaths was about to begin.

From now on, each day would bring another wave of large-scale casualties.

An unimaginable horror.

Furthermore, ongoing wars had only accelerated the spread of the plague.

Under the influence of the Famine Horseman, food shortages had also begun to take hold.

Finally, the God-Kings of various divine pantheons, pressured by the dire situation, were forced to convene once more at Mount Olympus for an emergency council.

The colossal divine temple was steeped in an atmosphere of suffocating dread.

Every god present wore thick cloth strips as makeshift masks, terrified of contracting the plague.

Even though they could resurrect, the agony of disease and death was still very real.

During this time, Hephaestus, the God of Fire, had already been infected.

However, Zeus personally killed him and burned his corpse to prevent the spread.

“Get to the point already! Things are spiraling out of control, and I don’t want to get infected! If I bring this disease back to my domain, it’s over!” Horus impatiently snapped, maintaining a high-temperature shield around himself.

Because he had left early and continuously sanitized his domain with the Sun Domain,

There had yet to be a single case of infection.

Of course, the most important factor was that the Plague Horseman had not yet wandered into his territory.

This was a magic process that could not be stopped.

No one could escape it.

Swish!

Zeus suddenly flashed forward, enveloped in thunder, appearing directly in front of Horus and gripping his throat.

“You arrogant bastard, don’t push your luck! You’re nothing but a worthless coward, what right do you have to act high and mighty here?!”

Over the past days, the Olympus Divine Pantheon’s territories

Had been overrun by the plague, with countless casualties.

The Famine Horseman had also crippled their food supply, and various factions had erupted into conflict.

In no more than a month, the tens of thousands of kilometers of land under Olympus’ rule would be reduced to a wasteland.

With no living beings left.

There was no way Zeus could contain his rage.

“I’m warning you! If Olympus falls, your Solar Pantheon won’t fare any better!”

With that, he threw Horus onto the ground.

Horus struggled to his feet, but when he saw the rage-filled, bloodshot eyes of Zeus, he didn’t dare utter a word.

“Enough. Given how things have developed, we should focus on uniting and finding a way to end this crisis instead.” Odin spoke with grave seriousness.

Even though he had also left early and implemented every possible defense,

He couldn’t prevent the Plague Horseman from taking a leisurely stroll through the Aesir Pantheon’s territories.

Soon, they too would suffer mass death on a massive scale.

Horus, looking utterly defeated, mumbled,

“Why… why did things turn out like this just to fight a bunch of losers? Why?!”

Four dignified God-Kings, sitting here, completely helpless.

It was beyond humiliating.

Odin then added, “At this point, there is no way to breach the Bunker. In any case, they do not possess Divine Cores, meaning they can’t threaten our status. Why not try negotiating for peace?”

This was already a last resort.

At the very least, they needed to get the Apocalypse canceled first.

Otherwise, in ten days at most, over 80% of all living beings would be dead.

And with the Famine Horseman’s presence, over one-third of the world had already lost all signs of life.

A land of absolute death.

“You think they can’t threaten us?” Horus, visibly shaken, spoke with agitation.

He was the most cowardly of the four, hesitant in every decision.

“Smack!” Zeus immediately slapped him again.

“Spineless idiot. If they could beat us, why the hell would they still be hiding in that bunker?!” Hela nodded in agreement.

“He’s right. They don’t have Divine Cores, so no matter how strong they are, at most they’ll live a few hundred, maybe a thousand years, and then they’ll die off. By then, we’ll have nothing to worry about.”

Hearing this, Zeus fell into deep thought.

Then, he slammed the table and declared, “We can’t just let this slide! Negotiation is only an option if we’re completely out of choices!”

Odin’s brows furrowed. “But we are out of choices. If this continues, none of us will come out of it unscathed.”

“Who said that?” Zeus’ eyes gleamed with a chilling light.

He then glanced at the gathered gods and ordered, “Let these bastards draw the fire. Meanwhile, you, me, and Hela will focus all our attacks on a single spot in the Bunker. That way, we can break through!”

“This… Lord Zeus, the Bunker’s cannons are equipped with various types of high-powered attacks. They’re extremely difficult to counter!” Horus protested immediately.

Because he was among those who would be used as cannon fodder.

There was no way he would agree to this.

That said—

The Bunker’s artillery fire was indeed capable of directly killing a God-King.

Even if shield magic could block some of the attacks, it couldn’t withstand such an overwhelming barrage of firepower—casualties were inevitable.

Poseidon, along with the Prime Gods, as well as Thor and Loki, all looked deeply troubled.

Naturally, none of them wanted to march to their deaths.

From what they had witnessed before, it was clear that the risk of dying was extremely high, and they weren’t confident they could withstand it.

At that moment—

Zeus slowly rose from his grand throne, step by step, closing in on Horus, his expression so dark it seemed like it would drip with fury.

“You don’t want to draw fire? Fine. Then I’ll just kill you and give your Divine Core to someone more deserving. A waste of space like you is squandering its power! The strongest Divine Core is in your hands, yet you produce the weakest results! If you had even a third of Phoenix’s strength, the Bunker would have already fallen!”

His voice was filled with mockery and menace!

Horus’ legs trembled so hard they nearly gave out beneath him. “I… I’ll draw fire, alright?!”

Hearing this, Zeus finally stopped advancing. He then turned to the gathered gods, pointing directly at Poseidon, and asked coldly,

“You got a problem with that?”

Poseidon hesitated for a moment but eventually shook his head.

“And you?”

Hades remained silent.

“You?”

Apollo and the others didn’t dare to voice any objections either.

But Zeus wasn’t finished yet.

His imposing figure, seemingly unrefined at first glance, now moved toward Thor and Loki—like a ferocious tiger approaching a pair of helpless lambs!

The two of them immediately lost all courage!

Before Zeus could even speak, Thor hurriedly said, “We’re all on the same side here. Of course, we have no objections.”

Only then did Zeus ease his menacing expression, finally satisfied.

“Since no one has any objections, then prepare yourselves. We march on the Bunker immediately. If we fail, we’ll resort to Odin’s negotiation plan.”

“Why didn’t you ask me if I had an opinion?”

Suddenly, a defiant voice rang out, shattering the oppressive tension in the great temple.

It was Athena.

The gods were stunned.

To oppose Zeus at this critical moment?!

Was she insane?!

Even Poseidon tugged at her armor, whispering, “Athena, don’t challenge him right now. If you do, he will kill you.”

Hearing this, Athena understood the current situation perfectly.

But if she didn’t object, then the Bunker was at serious risk of being breached—

And they were the ones being thrown in as cannon fodder.

If they were severely wounded or killed, there would be no opportunity to ambush Zeus.

“Athena, my daughter, why do you always oppose me?! Take back your words, and I’ll pretend I never heard them!” Zeus’ face darkened again, but for the sake of the greater plan, he held back his anger.

He still needed to preserve their overall strength for the attack on the Bunker.

Athena replied coldly, “It’s not that I’m opposing you. It’s that this plan won’t work. We don’t know what’s inside the Bunker. If we die drawing fire, are you certain you can annihilate everyone inside? Are you confident you can breach it without getting wounded first?”

“Hahaha! Athena, don’t worry about that. Even if I die a hundred times, my strength won’t weaken.” Hela laughed, though it was more of a forced chuckle, an attempt to ease the tension.

Even Odin smiled kindly. “Little Athena, perhaps you don’t fully understand me—the War God of the Nine Realms?”

The title of the Nine Realms War God had been bestowed upon him by an Evil God in the past.

It meant that among the nine world dimensions that the Evil God had invaded, Odin was one of the strongest warriors.

Even in the Abomination World, he held significant status.

“You heard him, didn’t you? As long as we join forces, victory is inevitable!” Zeus declared confidently.

Previously, he had simply been too overconfident, and the sudden arrival of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse had caught him off guard.

That was the only reason they hadn’t acted sooner.

Athena hesitated for a moment, then argued, “But even if you kill the caster, the Apocalypse won’t stop.”

“Hmph, so we kill them. The Four Horsemen will vanish once they’ve killed 99% of all life. As long as we preserve our last survivors, restoring the world is only a matter of time. And for gods, time is never an issue.” Zeus said coldly.

He wasn’t wrong.

Even if 99% of life died, the restoration would take at most ten thousand years.

With that, Athena was at a loss for words.

It seemed there really was no chance to kill Zeus.

The decision was made.

The gods didn’t even bother with further preparations—

They immediately departed for the City of Wicked Sages.

With unstoppable momentum!