From Goblin to Goblin God - Chapter 415

Chapter 415: The Black Goat Mother Goddess Descends!

In the Abomination World.

A village with an architectural style entirely in black.

On the streets, there were numerous strangely shaped creatures.

Some resembled humanoids but had seven or eight tumor-like heads, constantly dripping foul-smelling slime.

Or non-humanoid balls of flesh, covered in densely packed eyeballs.

In short, bizarrely shaped, eerie creatures resided here.

They were the lowest existences in the Abomination World. Without the qualification to prey, they could only live cautiously.

Boom!

Suddenly, a violent roar echoed through the village!

Huge tentacles rained down from the sky, like a downpour!

They pierced through numerous buildings! Explosions continued, and soon it became a mess!

Swish!

On the other side of these tentacles, an unknown object was thrown over.

It streaked across the sky!

That familiar, unsettling giant face was none other than the Pot of Greed.

From the opening of the pot on his head, tentacles slithered out continuously like loaches, hundreds or even thousands of meters long!

This was his mode of movement, very bizarre!

The numerous tentacles were mainly divided into two parts, front and back, using their strength to fling the Pot of Greed out.

Achieving a ‘walking effect’.

And the fall of the tentacles instantly destroyed the village just now.

This was the Abomination World; the weak did not even have the qualification or meaning to survive.

In other worlds, someone might manage such disasters.

Even the most powerful empires would not destroy villages.

After all, the humans, cattle, and sheep there were their property.

But here, the Pot of Greed would not consider so much.

Soon, the Pot of Greed arrived at a chaotic battlefield.

On the battlefield, various strange creatures were slaughtering each other, not for territory, nor for love or hatred.

Simply because the Evil Gods enjoyed such chaos.

If they did not kill each other, they would be directly killed by the Evil Gods.

“You damn things, all you know is to muddle through life all day long? You might as well die! Useless!” The Pot of Greed’s figure appeared in front of the battlefield, his voice loud and mocking.

Several thousand tentacles formed a huge body, a thousand meters tall, propping up the pot-head.

It looked like a behemoth.

At various points on the battlefield, a monster exuding black aura, its aura flickering like flames, stood on a small hill made of heads and corpses, crazed and ferocious. But its head was empty, without a skull.

He was the third Evil God, the Headhunter. A warrior from a higher plane, he died and was assimilated and resurrected as an Abomination by the Black Goat Mother Goddess.

Hearing the mockery, the Headhunter took out a strange double-bladed hooked knife and said ferociously, “Greed, are you looking for a fight?!”

Not far away, amidst a jumble of corpses, stood a stunningly beautiful goddess radiating a gentle glow! As if she did not belong in this world, like an angel who had accidentally broken her wings and fallen.

Her face was clean and flawless, like a priceless treasure.

Her beautiful eyes were deep, and a faint pearly light refracted a gentle glow, striking at people’s hearts!

Her coveted lips curved slightly upwards, revealing a healing smile.

Her slender jade hands were gently clasped in front of her chest, as if guiding people to climb that chasm.

Her faint golden gauze dress vaguely revealed the most mysterious and desired scenery.

Her small, delectable jade feet were bare, and she floated slightly in the air, untainted by the filthy earth.

However, after looking at her for more than a few seconds, one would feel inexplicably strange.

She always maintained this posture, this stiff smile, like a statue.

Motionless.

Or rather, more like a small rubber doll.

Although every aspect was made even more realistic than a real person, there was an unsettling feeling of a corpse.

She was the Smiling Angel.

An extremely evil creature, craving slaughter and screams.

The meaning of her birth in this world seemed to be to shatter people’s beautiful illusions and then kill them.

The surrounding corpses, without exception, were all attracted by her peerless beauty.

And then died inexplicably.

Upon seeing the Pot of Greed appear, this statue-like goddess’s eyeballs began to move stiffly, locking onto the Pot of Greed.

In the distance, the Pot of Greed also looked at her without avoidance.

Although it was said that looking at the Smiling Angel almost guaranteed death, whether to kill the other party or not was also up to the Smiling Angel’s will.

Only after the other party looked away three times, she would gain a one-time attack effect that dealt a hundred times the damage. She could kill, or not kill.

The Pot of Greed was not so easy to kill.

So, even if he looked at her, he would not fight her.

In the center of the battlefield, the Taboo Death God, clad in huge, pitch-black ancient heavy armor, could continuously enjoy slaughter just by standing there.

Because these warring creatures would constantly trigger taboos themselves, and then die from the attacks of the taboo domain.

The scalding hot blood had dyed his armor red.

He was still immersed in the pleasure of slaughter, with no time to bother with the Pot of Greed.

To the west, the Silent Lamb walked leisurely across the battlefield.

He was draped in tattered clothes, his eyes crimson, limping with a limp. He looked like a mutated beastman, five or six meters tall, very lean. Under the tattered clothes, his flesh seemed moldy and rotten, extremely unsettling.

In his location, no creature dared to make the slightest sound; the scene was so quiet that a needle dropping could be heard.

However, creatures still exploded and died one by one!

Silence could be achieved, but silence in the heart was incredibly difficult.

Hearing the Pot of Greed’s voice, the Silent Lamb could only turn around, without speaking.

Only when his face was clearly seen was it discovered that on his tattered face, there was no chin!

Even his tongue seemed to have been torn out.

One could still see his slightly trembling tonsils.

And his trachea, opening and closing with each breath.

Extremely unsettling!

And the last Evil God, the Grotesque Clown, was currently cackling strangely on the south side of the battlefield.

“So much fun!! Jie jie jie!”

His appearance was somewhat different from a circus clown; to be precise, he resembled the clown from It.

A massive head, a mouth full of sharp teeth.

The clown prank boxes he set up, when touched, would eject fists that could directly smash creatures into meat paste!

And in his section of the battlefield, tens of thousands of boxes were arranged, all invisible.

Various creatures dared not fight, all treading carefully, afraid to move.

But if they did not move, the Grotesque Clown would create illusions of everyone’s deepest fears, scaring them into moving.

One move, one silent death.

“Oh?” At this moment, the Grotesque Clown noticed the Pot of Greed in the distance.

He then took out a ribbon gun and aimed it at his own head.

Bang!

Brains splattered!

The Grotesque Clown’s corpse twitched on the ground.

However, a box was placed closest to the Pot of Greed.

“Clang clang!”

The Grotesque Clown, who had already died, suddenly sprang out of the box, even putting on a surprised expression for himself.