Why can't humans do it too?

Is she angry? She probably is.

Whether it was because she was shot down from the sky by the goblin seed or because she witnessed everything that had just happened, even if she said that it had nothing to do with her, she was probably really angry.

That's what Suer guessed.

"Are you staying there to be smeared to ashes by the gophers, Mr. Monkey?"

The voice of a grumpy guy came from a dark corner at the bottom of the stairs ahead.

"Ah, sorry, I'll be right there." He took a deep breath, turned around and glanced at the locked iron door. The heat emanating from the huge flames inside could be felt even through the wall.

The mountain of forest elf corpses that Sull would probably never forget was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Faced with death, these races that I once considered superior seem no different from humans, both being treated as lambs to the slaughter.

Shaking his head, before Xin Ke could speak again, Su Er lowered his body and quickly followed.

Chapter Fifty-Three: Eavesdropping

"This is ridiculous! Is it even possible for something like that to actually happen?"

"Who knows? Although I also think it's unlikely, Ronnie said it, so he must have his reasons, right?"

"Indeed, after all, it's Ronnie... Didn't Big Daddy object?"

"Hahaha, how could Big Daddy possibly object? He just laughed it off as usual whenever Ronnie came up with a brilliant idea, leaving with a simple 'Go for it!' and that was it."

"Pfft, that's just like Daddy's personality, hahaha."

"Who can argue with that?"

"..."

Two dark gray furballs sat side by side—I mean furry—on the edge of a plaza-like platform, chatting casually, much like many workers relaxing after work with barbecue and beer.

Shifting your gaze slightly downwards, right below this platform, in the gap where it meets the adjacent building, Suer and Xinke are lying motionless, listening quietly to the conversation of the two furry balls above their heads.

To be precise, only Suer was listening.

"But didn't we win this war against the long-eared ones? Although we suffered heavy losses, those long-eared ones suffered even greater losses, right? Now we just need to press on and win decisively."

"Well, I did hope so too, but those long-eared ones aren't so easy to deal with. Didn't the captured long-eared ones shout that Lord Huaguan would avenge them before they died?"

"That's true. Ronnie's outrageous idea to Big Daddy as soon as he got back was probably influenced by these things, right?"

"There's nothing we can do. The newly appointed Flower Crown Lord on Long Ears' side seems quite capable. She alone managed to catch up with the weapons Ronnie forged. Ronnie must have realized this during this great battle, which is why he felt some pressure, right?"

"Pressure? Don't be ridiculous, that's Ronnie! Long-eared Ronnie, who can barely keep up with him, is supposed to put pressure on him?!"

Although it's unclear what those two furry balls are talking about or who Ronnie is, Sull is certain they're about to start fighting each other.

Then a fight actually broke out.

The sounds were somewhat noisy. Suer rolled over slightly and pricked up his still-intact ear, trying his best to catch the words that had been broken up by the physical struggle between the two tangled balls of fur.

Clearly, this was a battle between a fan of that Ronnie's goblin race and a passerby. Sull couldn't help but secretly marvel at how worship and idol worship truly have a market no matter where you go.

"In short, given Ronnie's emotional limits, those long-eared guys absolutely cannot catch up!"

The hand-to-hand combat above seemed to be coming to an end, and Suer heard someone shouting in a loud voice.

"I never said he'd be surpassed!!" the furry ball, still furious after being beaten up, shouted back, "But no matter what, using divine essence directly as a weapon is still a bit ahead of the weapons forged in the past, right? We can't even help Ronnie's men right now!"

Sull held his breath.

The essence?

Using divine essence as weapons?

is that a lie?

“That’s true,” said Pinkball, a fanatical fan of Ronnie. She suddenly became dejected after hearing this. “Forget it, let’s get back to work. I’m in great shape today. I feel like I can finish forging the new ship’s hull in one go.”

"Ha, then I'll have to take a good look. Let's go."

The physical conflict seemed to have no effect on the relationship between the two goblins. With a strange mechanical clicking sound, Sull saw the two furry balls tumble and disappear into the gaps in the steel.

Still without making a move, Suer and Xinke continued to lie there until they noticed nothing unusual for about ten minutes before finally moving. They crouched down and moved through the shadows between the walls to a temporarily safe location.

"So what did the moles say?" Xin Ke asked almost as soon as she was sure it was safe.

Having never learned the goblin language, she heard the conversation between the two fluffy balls above her head and it just felt like a buzzing sound.

It's still that buzzing sound that's particularly easy to ignite anger in people's hearts.

"They said something truly terrifying!" Suer declared solemnly. "To avoid missing anything, let me recount their conversation from the beginning. First..."

Suer suddenly got stuck.

"Huh? First of all what?" Xin Ke tilted her head in confusion.

"...Uh, there's this guy named Ronnie, who seems pretty good."

"……Then what?"

"It seems the goblins have a big father, probably their leader? This Ronnie has a lot of fans among the goblins... Oh right! They also mentioned you! Speaking of which, uh, I mean the forest elves barely caught up with the weapons Ronnie forged thanks to you..."

bang.

A crisp sound.

Suer's eyes kept drifting towards Xinke's hands across from him.

"It wasn't me who said it!" Suer whispered, "It was those two goblins who said it!"

"Ha, they really dare to say that," Xin Ke sneered, then realized a problem, "Are these their exact words? That can't be right, can it? Weren't we supposed to repeat them verbatim from beginning to end?"

"..."

Silence fell, and Suer was somewhat speechless.

Soon, Xin Ke, who hadn't heard Su Er's reply for a while, seemed to realize something. She lowered her voice and asked, "...You haven't already forgotten, have you?"

There was still no sound.

The elf with long, pale golden hair suddenly became complicated, its pupils, which housed six rhombuses, seemed to be describing the word "trash."

"waste."

She really did say it.

"Huh? What?" Turning her head blankly, Suer said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Miss Nirbalian, I injured my left ear before, and now I can barely hear anymore."

The man stated the facts.

"I said Mr. Monkey is a piece of trash," Xin Ke calmly and quickly restated her meaning without the slightest hesitation.

"...So you can't expect me to have the memory and reaction speed of your ridiculous races!" Being pointed out so directly made Suer quite embarrassed and angry. "Do you know how difficult it is to listen to the rapid-fire speech and the omissions in spoken language while also translating it!"

In the past, he would simply record the written information and then slowly and accurately translate it over a long period of time. Now, however, he needed to translate it immediately without making too many mistakes. In particular, the two goblins seemed to have used some slang that only existed in goblin language. It would be too much to ask him to repeat it verbatim under these circumstances!

Chapter 54 A request may not necessarily be answered by the gods.

“Isn’t this something that couldn’t be simpler? Even a child of the forest elves could do it easily,” Xin Ke said, raising her chin dismissively. Here it comes again, another racial attack that Su Er had already foreseen. “Heh, in the end, a monkey is still just a monkey, even if it has some special characteristics.”

superficial.

"Well, you could only say that it was created by the gods of the forest spirits, right? They were born with a good destiny, which is an unavoidable innate quality... Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, just pretend I didn't say that!" Suer raised his hands in surrender.

Xin Ke, on the other side, had already extended a clenched fist from under her robe, exuding a powerful aura of intimidation.

With her stomach completely empty, Suer had no desire to vomit bile.

"Oh, right! When those two goblins got into a fight arguing about how powerful Ronnie really was, they inadvertently revealed some information—the goblins want to use divine essence directly as a weapon!" Under the sinister gaze from under the robes of the person opposite him, Suer selectively forgot what he was supposed to repeat verbatim and directly said this most important piece of information.

"...Divine essence?!" Even Xin Ke was shocked by the news, forgetting to beat up the arrogant monkey. She was amazed by the goblin's audacity and delusions.

“Ah, yes, you absolutely didn’t mishear! The exact word combination is translated!” Suer continued to affirm, “Using divine essence as a weapon was a proposal made by that goblin named Ronnie after this war. It seems that he is the only one who has made progress so far, and the other goblins don’t seem to be able to help him much.”

"...Also, the fact that they use divine essence as a weapon seems to be related to Ronnie witnessing the development of the Forest Elves in this war?" Sul bent his knees slightly, wanting to peek at what kind of expression Xin Ke had under the hood.

He seemed to have witnessed firsthand the arms race between the two races.

“Um, I remember Miss Nirbalen, didn’t you say that the Divine Essence is a manifestation of the Divine Race? Given the power of the Divine Race, how could the Goblin Race use them as weapons?” Suer asked cautiously.

It was supposed to be the embodiment of concepts and magic.

“It’s not that simple,” Xin Ke muttered to herself, already immersed in her own world, unconsciously biting her thumb. “The number of divine species is almost infinite, proportional to the number of all existing concepts, but most of them do not meet the conditions for activity. So, to be precise, whether a divine species actually exists is determined by the presence or absence of divine essence.”

To be honest, this content was a bit too profound for Suer. He could only try his best to follow Xinke's train of thought and took out his paper and pen from his pocket to write it down.

"Using divine essence directly as a weapon?" Xin Ke was clearly getting anxious. She paced back and forth in this narrow corner, making conjectures and then rejecting them herself. "No, even with the help of the Forging God, the power of the moles is definitely not enough to control an activated divine species, so are they using an inactive divine species?"

Seeing that Xin Ke had become extremely agitated, Su Er silently squatted down in the corner. He couldn't even spell the words Xin Ke unconsciously uttered; they were completely obscure. To be honest, he wanted to eat something more, but he felt that making such a request in such a irritable state would probably get him beaten up.

"Um...aren't forest elves the most skilled in magic of all races? Why did those two goblins say that the forest elves caught up?" Filled with curiosity about these things, Suer couldn't help but ask.

The only response he received was Xin Ke's sharp gaze.

Although he didn't hear a clear answer, Suer confirmed a fact from Xin Ke's reaction—the two goblins were right.

The forest elves are indeed catching up with the goblin species.

Xin Ke had previously stated that among all races, the Forest Elves were the most skilled in magic, second only to the Gods. This was why Su Er had subtly inquired about his unusual behavior; the Forest Elves were the experts in this area.

"No, I have to go and confirm it with my own eyes," Xin Ke, who had been irritated for a long time, finally seemed to have made a decision. "They really have some nerve. These groundhogs are using divine essence as weapons? I've really been underestimated..."

"...From which void did you come to this conclusion?", Sul's eyes were like those of a dead fish.

"Oh? What is Mr. Monkey writing?" Xin Ke suddenly bent down and leaned closer. "I can't understand it. Is this the language of monkeys?"

"It's just a diary. I have a habit of recording what happens to me. Don't worry about it," Su Er said calmly as he put the paper and pen back into his pocket.

"Heh," Xin Ke chuckled lightly, not dwelling on the issue, and then said, "If we use inactive divine essence as a weapon, then the space it occupies must be quite large. I observed earlier that the mole's flying ships are manufactured on the top floor, and the weapon factory should be there as well. So we need to find a way to get to the top floor now."

“…We have to climb again?” Suer clutched his stomach with a complicated expression.

"Huh? What are you still sitting there for? Are you waiting for a reward?" Xin Ke, who had already taken a few steps, turned around in surprise and asked, "Wow~, it's just a monkey, yet it managed to gather such information. I'll just admit that monkeys are better than other wild animals."

“No, why would you think anyone would be happy about such praise?” Suer retorted weakly. “If you really want to reward me, could you please grant this humble monkey a small wish, Miss Nirbalian, the great, beautiful, and lovely lady?”

When he needs something from someone, Suer usually adopts a very humble attitude.

"...Why is it that even though it's a compliment, the way it comes from Mr. Monkey feels completely different from the compliments I've heard in the past?" Xin Ke said, putting one hand on her hip and waving the other casually, "I'll just listen to what Mr. Monkey wants to say."