Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

Chapter 60 Rewards

When the goblin king's body fell into the pit, Mil felt his heart stop beating for a moment.

Finally, finally we killed that thing!

I survived!

After the Goblin King's corpse fell to the ground, it kicked up a cloud of dust, and a faint smell of roasted meat filled the air.

It doesn't smell good; in fact, it smells rather bad.

It's probably because there are no spices.

Mil was thinking all sorts of random things, but he knew it was a good thing.

Only survivors can think about these things, right?

The goblin king's corpse lay on the ground, flames still burning on its back and legs, crackling and rising slowly with wisps of dark red smoke.

It's completely dead.

He died at the hands of a nobody who was far inferior to him in close combat.

Mil let out a long breath, but he didn't approach immediately.

After all, when dealing with extremely cunning creatures like goblins, it's essential to ensure you can finish them off.

Without hesitation, Mir closed his right hand again.

"The twenty-four bridges of holy light on the horizon, carrying the wishes of sixty-seven cyclops, bestow punishment upon sinners the moment the ninety-three stars light up!"

Golden spears emerged from behind Mir, and the next moment, under Mir's command, they thrust towards the Goblin King on the ground.

Perhaps it was because it died, or perhaps it was burned by the fire and lost its original skin protection.

In short, the spears pierced through the goblin king's corpse with almost no effort.

"Pfft, pfft!"

One sound after another came, until the Goblin King's corpse was riddled with holes, and only then did Mir finally believe that the thing was truly dead.

About a minute later, Mir slowly lowered his arm.

The spear of light and the chains of light slowly dissipated the moment he lowered his hand, turning into scattered golden particles of light.

Those points of light were like the surface of water after the setting sun, shimmering and dancing with golden light—this was the idiom that came to mind for Mil.

Those points of light remained in the passage for only a few seconds before completely disappearing.

"hiss!"

A gasp came from Mil, and he felt an unbearable soreness in his shoulder.

It's like the aches and pains of carrying bricks all day and then having to take off five or six times when you get home at night.

"Mr. Mir, are you alright?"

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A gentle yet slightly anxious voice reached my ears, expressing concern.

That was Andre Bell's voice.

Mil turned to look at Andrebel, only to see that the girl's palms had been rubbed raw by the golden chains, leaving several deep bloody marks.

That was the injury she sustained while holding onto the golden chain.

However, Andrebel paid no attention to the wound on her hand at this moment. She just looked at Mil with concern in her eyes.

"Does your shoulder hurt?"

Seeing Andrebel's anxious expression, Mil smiled and waved his hand gently, saying, "It's nothing, just a bit of soreness in my shoulder from excessive magic energy consumption. It'll be fine in a bit."

After saying that, Mir stretched his shoulders to indicate to Andrebell that he was alright.

Seeing that Mil was indeed alright, Anderbel breathed a sigh of relief, and then a bright smile appeared on her face: "Mr. Mil, it looks like we've won, and we can live a little longer."

Seeing Andrebelle's smile, Mil couldn't help but smile slightly as well, nodding and saying, "Yes, we can live a little longer."

After saying that, Mil looked at Renee beside him.

She wasn't in a good state at the moment, and her whole body was emitting a faint purple glow.

That's a side effect of demonization.

"I know you want to ask me how I am. I can honestly tell you, I'm not feeling well, Anderbel. Could you please carry me on your back? I have absolutely no strength left..."

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Upon hearing this, Andre Bell smiled and quickly stepped forward to carry Renee on her back.

At the same time, the system's voice rang in Mir's mind.

[Mission Complete!]

The system panel popped up automatically, and a soft light unfolded in Mir's consciousness:

[Threat Point 1: Goblin Lair (Level D) has been eliminated]

The Goblin King has been confirmed dead. The remaining goblins are expected to disperse and disperse into the surrounding area without a clear organization, no longer posing a concentrated threat.

[Current Energy Acquisition: Goblin King's Corpse - Order Two Creature Remains (Recyclable), Approximately 1,700 remaining goblin corpses in the vicinity (Recyclable)]

Please complete the recycling process before the corpse begins to decompose. It is estimated that the total energy obtained will be approximately 85% of the current monthly demand of the occupied area.

There are also three hundred goblin corpses that the host needs to actively collect in the surrounding area. Within the black mist, the dead goblin corpses will be swallowed up in a very short time.

[Current territory security rating: B+ (Short-term morale boost due to a successful defensive battle; resident trust +15%)]

[Current mental state of territory residents: Stable (mild fatigue is recoverable).]

After reading the system notifications, Mir felt a sense of relief wash over him.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them.

Mir turned around and saw that the knights and young men guarding the second line of defense were slowly walking out.

They looked at Mir with an expression of excitement and admiration in their eyes.

Mir knew what they were waiting for.

Wait until I can tell them that the crisis is over and everyone can survive again!

Although it's obvious to anyone with eyes to see.

But one's own words are like an official announcement; only what one says is truly convincing to these people.

So, Mil looked at everyone, waved slightly, and unconsciously let his voice carry the charm of the [Leadership] skill: "Everyone in Norton Town, thanks to the goddess's protection and your efforts, we have survived!"

We won a great victory this time!

Two thousand goblins, apart from damaging some of our wooden stakes, did not cause us any casualties!

Moreover, I will use these goblin corpses to light our soul lamps!

After a very brief silence, the crowd erupted in cheers that nearly lifted the passageway!

"Praise be to the great Lord Mil!"

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"You are the walking embodiment of a goddess!"

"You are the pillar and backbone of the empire!"

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"Hahaha, I told you Lord Mil could do it! Look, those greenskins were born without even seeing our faces!"

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"At first I thought Lord Mir's idea of ​​having us dig up those things was pointless, but now it seems I was just as stupid as a pig!"

"Don't say that. You're a bit smarter than a pig. At least you know that you have to soak dark bread in water before eating it. There was an idiot over there who just bit into it and broke a tooth!"

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