Why can't humans do it too?

Possessing a talent bestowed upon him by the God of Forging that would drive everyone mad with envy, has he managed to create the weapon capable of ending the war after so much time?

This was a question and worry that lingered in the minds of both Xinke and Suer, but there was no need to let everyone know.

For Leni and his companion at this moment, the opportunity presented by the sudden attack of the forest elves drawing away all the goblin species in the city was to sneak into the city and place the last fragment of the Fantasy Core in the location that was magically closest to the Elf Corridor—if only they could find that place as quickly as possible.

Without wasting time among the surface buildings, they had already infiltrated and used the sapphire to determine that the node was not above ground. They quickly ran to an iron wall that they had already observed, where goblins were heading underground. Lenny took an iron block from the bag on his back and pressed it down hard.

Instead of the green marks characteristic of Elf spells, the steel and bright yellow spell marks were very goblin-style. Goblin symbols and characters extended from the square. Except for a slight pause at the beginning of the spell's unfolding, they quickly unfolded at an incredibly smooth speed, covering the entire surface of the iron wall.

After a slight tremor, the gate leading to the underground opened.

'I didn't expect Miss Xinke to be so proficient in goblin magic, she's really amazing~', Leni thought to himself with satisfaction as he saw the goblin creation open up to him, though he was startled by another voice that rang in his mind the next second.

If Xin Ke finds out you talked about her like that, you'll definitely get a beating.

'I was wrong.'

Be extra careful; goblins don't build easy passageways for humans. Leave your belongings in the nearest available spot and evacuate as soon as possible.

'Ah, I know... If we had chosen this as our starting point, wouldn't we have avoided having to be sent to the nearest location due to the current nuclear loss?' Ryan thought regretfully as he quickly climbed down.

Don't talk nonsense. If we chose this place from the beginning, it would be disastrous if we failed and it was taken away.

'Alright, alright, by the way, Su'er, how are you doing now?'

Finally, he asked himself the question, but this time Lenny received no response.

Ignoring Sull's disappearance, Lennie simply took out a disc made of sapphire and obsidian from his pocket and examined it carefully. Jumping downwards was always extremely fast and effortless; they didn't even know how deep they had descended. The place they were standing on was a large steel platform. Lennie guessed that this was a location serving those airships. Looking around, they could see many steel structures that they could jump and climb over. The only problem was that, with limited time, which direction should they search in?

"That's strange, Lennie." Kredo nudged Lennie's arm, then held up the disc containing the Radiant Stone, asking, "My Radiant Stone seems to be malfunctioning. Why is it floating upwards?"

“Ah, yours is floating too,” Credo, who had been peering over, continued before Lennie could answer. And what he said was true. When Lennie looked away, he could see that the radiant stone pointer in his hand, which had been glowing and pointing downwards, was now strangely floating upwards toward the place they had just been.

"Yeah, what exactly happened?"

A voice came from behind them, not in human language, but in the language of the forest elves, and it was so fluent that it sounded like a real forest elf.

Chapter 245 Blood

!!!

The lighthearted voice seemed to freeze the air in the air, binding Lennie and Credo's bodies so they couldn't move. The being that had quietly appeared behind them continued to speak.

"Ah~ I can understand it after all. How does it feel to suddenly hear a voice behind you? Isn't it fun?"

boom! ! !

Without warning, Lennie shoved Credo, who was still standing on the edge, off the platform. He could still hear the impatient boy's instinctive screams as he fell, but what happened after that was beyond his control.

Slowly turning around, Lennie saw the guy who had suddenly spoken up, the one who hadn't gone with his people to fight the goblins on the airship—his unkempt, haphazardly cut silver-gray hair, his fiery red single eye, and unlike other goblins, he didn't have long fur on his body. Just standing there, he exuded a dangerous aura, like a ferocious beast.

It's Ronnie!

Why is he here?!

Sue's voice rang in Lennie's mind immediately, but at this point, it didn't matter to Lennie who the newcomer was.

As if leaning against a wall invisible to mortals in the air, Ronnie stood there with his arms crossed in a peculiar posture, seemingly helplessly waving his hands as if shooing away annoying mosquitoes.

"I was just trying it out, but when I found out it really turned out this way, what's with this feeling of regret?" Ronnie sighed deeply. "Why is everyone using the forest elf language? Can't we use goblin language? Ours isn't bad either."

“…Ah, actually, it’s not impossible to use goblin seeds…Want to give it a try?” Leni forced a smile, and the words that came out of his mouth were already in the goblin language.

“That’s really interesting. You remind me of that long-eared girl who caused a ruckus in our city and then calmly escaped, even leaving a friendly greeting at the end,” Ronnie said, raising an eyebrow and grinning. “I remember there was a guy who looked a bit like you next to her. What was his name again?”

Ronnie tapped his head, seemingly troubled, before revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"……people?"

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The wind intensified around him. Credo didn't know how long he would have to fall like this before he could find a foothold in this city that had been hollowed out to an unknown depth by the goblins, but by then he knew he would have no feet left.

He didn't blame Lenny for knocking him away at that moment, because they had already seen a horizontal steel pipe below in that direction when they jumped down to survey the surroundings, and one of the planned exploration directions was to start from there.

The only thing Credo couldn't get over was that Lennie chose to stay there alone.

He should be the one who stayed there; he's always making mistakes.

There wasn't even a moment to blame himself. In his haste, Lennie's impact wasn't strong enough, and Credo, whose reaction was a little slow, didn't have a chance to grab the steel pipe. He was falling, falling faster and faster.

Even with his limited knowledge, he knew this couldn't continue. Credo stretched out his arms toward the nearest steel platform—click.

"what!!!!"

The fragile bones were completely unable to withstand the potential energy of such a fall. Almost instantly, without even a hint of resistance, with a crisp sound, Credo's first arm, which had been clinging to the ground, snapped at an angle that no human could reach, and all he could utter was a short wail.

The collision happened in an instant, and it did slow down Credo's fall and angle, causing him to crash into a steel platform below.

Snapped!

It's like a pancake that's been slammed onto a cutting board.

His consciousness seemed to have been disconnected, and pain bound every tendril of his mind. After an unknown amount of time, he regained the right to think again and gradually realized where he was. Every muscle and bone in his body, from his back to his front, was pricking him with needles. He tried to sit up, but could only cough and spit out gushing blood.

The blood seeping from his body spread out like streams from all around, filling the grooves of the steel beneath him. He struggled many times but could not get up from the ground. One of his arms was twisted miserably on the side of his body, which made him lack the strength to support himself.

He rubbed his body little by little until his back could gradually touch a cold wall that could support him for the time being. With trembling hands, Kredo took out the stone disc inlaid with the radiant stone from his pocket. The radiant stone on it was spinning rapidly, constantly swirling, and it was impossible to tell which direction it was pointing. The elf seemed to have become a headless fly in this unknown depth of the earth, wandering around without any direction.

Feeling a chill, Credo released his grip, letting the stone disc rest beside him. He trembled as he wiped his nose with his still-intact hand, only to find that what appeared in his palm was not red blood, but a transparent, water-like liquid.

Laughing incoherently, Credo reached into his pocket again until he pulled out a small cloth bag. His trembling hands tried to take out the contents, but the small bag, which was usually easy to access, seemed to be sewn shut and could not be opened at all.

The more anxious he became, the more violently he trembled. Credo even felt a sudden, inexplicable rage, and he furiously but helplessly pounded his blood-stained chest—and finally, it opened.

The seemingly ordinary white stone rolled onto Credo's chest, tumbled along his uneven body, grazed his arm, bumped against the steel platform, and then fell off the edge.

"..."

Silent and stunned, he stared at the scene. His hastily bent arms could only grasp at air. Credo's outstretched palm was still grasping in vain, as if he could grasp something that did not exist. Even his lips were trembling. His blood-stained face was distorted. He seemed to be laughing and crying at the same time, with crystal liquid flowing from his eyes and nose.

"...I messed up again, I..."

"Useless... I'm such a useless piece of trash..."

As if possessed, the man lowered his head and muttered to himself. It seemed that what flowed from his body was not only the blood dripping from the edge of the steel platform, but also something invisible.

Chapter 246 Marrow Explosion

In this city inhabited by goblins, besides the endless roar of machinery, one could also hear faint, intermittent firecracker-like sounds emanating from the sweltering underground air, as if someone had covered a lit firecracker with an iron basin next door.

That was the sound of firefight between the Forest Elf Alliance and the Goblin airships high above the city, but such sounds were no longer of any concern to Credor.

The shouts of Sull kept echoing in his mind, but Credo was resisting... He didn't want to think about it, didn't want to respond, and cut off all his thoughts, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

He shouldn't have heard Suer's words. Many years ago, at that time, he was about to drink Suer's blood like everyone else, but he was persuaded to put down his bowl because he was to take his place after the first group died.

Was it the bottle containing Sul's blood that was smashed in the chest?

His blood mingled with his wound.

windy.

The air was hot, yet vibrant.

It looked like even the lines of blood on the skin were about to be dried out by the baking.

Credo, sitting like a dried-up corpse, raised his head blankly. His eyes, clogged with congealed blood and tear residue, rolled dryly. A strange feeling appeared in his body for the first time. It was as if an invisible hand was in the air—no, it should be said that every part of his body felt the same weight, trying to crush him onto the steel platform.

'Am I finally going to die?' Credo's mind was as numb as a corpse.

The goblin will definitely come looking for him after it has dealt with Lennie, and finding him will be effortless. Even though his mind is clouded by pain and blood loss, Credo can still be aware of this.

He is rising.

It is rising rapidly.

Even after the feeling of being overweight disappeared, no goblin appeared in front of him. Not only that, even his previously dim vision became brighter, and the air was different from the murky air underground.

Even something as simple as looking up became incredibly difficult for Credo, yet he saw a familiar crimson light. The platform he was on was still rising, even higher and higher. He could now look down at the mountain peaks he had seen on his way here, and even the beautiful ships flying high in the sky seemed to be getting closer. The dark clouds under the crimson sky also seemed to be within reach.

With just a slight tilt of the head, one can see the goblin city below. This city has now completely lost its appearance. The steel buildings and all sorts of items that once filled the air with the spirit of goblin life have now disappeared into the leaden gray expanse. The steel chains that twist and turn like pythons coil upwards, and the entire city has transformed into a gigantic cannon barrel that extends from the ground to the sky.

The deep muzzle of the cannon obscured the view inside, yet even the powerful dragon spirits could not ignore its threat. For them, who existed across time, the weapon formed from the goblin city below was the truly terrifying place.

A thick sense of malice emanated from the dark cannon muzzle. This was not merely a verbal description, but a real and tangible threat to life. The Forest Elf Alliance in the sky clearly sensed the threat from below. Even the flying ships that were originally exchanging fire but were now so aggressively charging towards the cannon below disregarded everything and forcibly turned to face the giant cannon.

The deep muzzle seemed to gleam with pure white light, and although no attack had been launched yet, the sense of threat was constantly rising.

At this moment, countless forest spirits on the flower and grass ships raised their arms together. Countless tiny magic circles connected with each other and converged into a larger circle. The patterns of the spells spread, the enormous spirits condensed, and even the dragon spirits opened their huge mouths, where light flickered.

But that's not enough.

Despite having absolutely no understanding of anything called magic, Credor felt a conviction he had never had before. As if confirming his judgment, he felt an unprecedented heat that almost melted him.

From the massive cannon below, a light shone, intent on assimilating everything; it spread, it invaded, it occupied everything it could reach.

Before that deadly, all-encompassing white world spread out, Credo saw a blue flame appear out of thin air at the very center of that pure white world. That tiny yet absolutely dazzling blue light was no illusion.

'...I'm sorry...Kerry...Morena...'

A bittersweet feeling welled up inside him, but Credo's lips finally curved into a satisfied and gratified smile as he murmured to himself.

The unspoken words, along with the blood-stained body, were swallowed up by the pure white light, until nothingness remained.