That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

"The third port is beyond saving! They've breached the Akasha's Shield! Quickly send reinforcements to the second port!"

"And there's more! There are unknown elements within the Mechs..."

Amidst the violent upheaval, the scout was engulfed by fierce flames before he could finish speaking.

"Quickly! Send reinforcements!"

"We cannot allow the Kai to invade our capital!"

"Did those machines eat something wrong?"

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At the second underground port leading to the goblin capital city, the goblin mechanical forces gathered, all sitting atop a several-meter-tall magical machine, intently staring at the ceiling.

The sky features a massive steel gate with multiple structures, totaling at least tens of meters in thickness. It was a crucial defensive facility designed to prevent enemy invasion of the capital.

Now, a series of rumbling sounds and a sickening metallic groan are coming from there.

The goblins, seated atop their magical mechs, raised their weapons and aimed them at the entrance. If the mechs were to invade, they would be met with a fierce barrage of artillery fire.

Suddenly, the sound stopped, and the tense atmosphere among the goblin army eased somewhat.

"Have they retreated?" a goblin asked tentatively, clinging to a sliver of hope.

"Perhaps! The gate to the Second Port was built three thousand years ago by our ancestors who poured the entire clan's resources into it. They assumed the dragon spirits were intruders and used a special Harman anti-magic metal that could isolate all magical effects..."

"Don't be careless! Don't forget that the Machine Race destroyed the King Dragon of the Dragon Race."

boom!

Another loud bang shook the entire indoor space.

Before the goblins could even recover, a mechanical tentacle burst forth from the rock wall beside them, blasting the entire team of goblins away. Their magical armor was shattered, and their blood splattered onto the steel.

"careful!"

"The side! The side! Don't let them in!"

The rock wall exploded open with a deafening roar, revealing countless mechanical structures. Leading the way was a giant steel monster, as big as an earthworm, its entire body constructed of sharp blades. It made a terrifying sound when it spun at high speed, and when it fell, both alloys and soil dissolved like mud.

This is a mechanical beast designed by the mechanical race to deal with the goblin race, making it easier to open up roads on the ground; it's essentially a sci-fi version of a tunnel boring machine.

"Fire! Fire!"

"You despicable machine races! You dared to launch a sneak attack!"

"Why didn't we come in through the main entrance?!"

The goblin raised its spirit-armored gun, aimed at the Beast, and fired fiercely. Countless streams of light poured out, each a compressed spirit within the spirit armor, its power capable of penetrating defenses at the level of great magic.

However, no matter how many invaders they eliminated, more mechanical beasts broke through the walls, flooding the disrupted goblin army like a deluge.

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The two sides are not even in the same league.

By the time the local people realized this fact, it was too late.

The fundamental reason is that the goblins' understanding and information about the machine race are basically limited to the time before the machine race possessed hearts. But this is not their fault; who could have imagined that a race would undergo such a dramatic change in less than ten years?

The strategies, tactics, and combat methods employed by the mechs are not within the scope of the goblins' calculations.

Ultimately, the goblin race is simply not cut out for war. The fact that they can fight the forest elves is just because the forest elves are, in some ways, even dumber than them.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was heavy.

Ronnie Doraubnier, the goblin's plenipotentiary, said in a deep voice: "The forest elves were wiped out by the machine gunners in a very short time. We have fought against the forest elves for countless years and know their abilities better than anyone. If the machine gunners can destroy the forest elves, they can destroy us as well. Moreover, the second port has now been breached."

"There is only one way to stop them before they destroy our capital."

"Activate [Divine Fire]."

"Who's in favor, who's opposed?"

The surrounding goblins remained silent, and some of the younger goblins didn't even know what the omnipotentiary was talking about.

【Divine Fire】is a plan devised by the goblins when they first built this underground city, and it can only be used when the goblins face a great threat.

Abandoning urban functions and powered by the Divine Furnace, the goblin capital city was transformed into a war machine, making it the first generation of god-slaying weapons designed by the goblin race.

However, using the Divine Fire would mean exposing the goblin capital, and once the goblin population was mobilized, they would lose all their escape routes.

One of the goblins gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and said, "I agree."

"Now we have no choice but to fight to the death!"

I second that!

"Let those iron blocks see the technology that our goblin race is so proud of!"

Chapter 266 The Elf Maid (Please refresh)

Zion, the top floor of the Central Tower.

Hall sat by the French windows, playing with a chess piece symbolizing the goblin race. In front of him was a world map, marked with red crosses everywhere, including on the moon.

This is the strategic map that Hall currently possesses; the red crosses represent the extinct divine species and their retinues.

It doesn't matter what kind of creatures the gods create; Hall's target is the gods.

The [Descent] plan is nearing its end. More than half of the gods, born from human prayers, have been sacrificed to eliminate all the divine species in this world except for the war god Artesius and the forging god Okan, who is still being fought.

The World Transmutation Array was designed by Hall based on the concept of the Territory Transmutation Array, and it fits the rules and system of this world.

The material for alchemy is transformed from the souls of humans into the essence of gods. To achieve this, a divine war must be waged, a world war that pulls the divine beings from the players into the chessboard as pieces.

After eliminating Okan, the creator god of forging and the creator of the goblins, the next target is Altshu, the monarch god of war of the winged race.

Beside her stood Sink Nielbaren, the former plenipotentiary agent of the Forest Elfs, dressed in a traditional black maid outfit. The combination of her slender figure and the elegant classic maid outfit created a strange chemical reaction. Her long, slender hands were adorned with white gloves, exuding an elegance mixed with a touch of ascetic beauty. The only flaw was her beautiful face, which was completely indifferent. Hall had forced her to wear this British maid outfit.

She didn't dislike the outfit; by elf standards, it was barely considered pretty. But for her to wear it and serve humans as a slave was a different matter entirely.

Sink Nielbaren stared at Hall's retreating figure, thinking that he might be able to kill the human in front of him by using magic to launch a sneak attack now.

However, she understood even more clearly the consequences of doing so: regardless of success or failure, her momentary pleasure would lead to the extinction of the entire forest elf race.

The elven maid struggled to look away and saw that the entrance to the Forest Elf Secret Realm on the map was also marked with a red cross, which made her understand the information the map represented.

That red cross was like a sharp sword piercing her heart, signifying the destruction of Kainas, the creator of the forest elves.

"Is your next target the goblin race?" Sink Nielbaren stepped forward and asked softly.

Hall gave an irrelevant answer: "The Skywings, Goblins, and Forest Elves were once the three most powerful races in this world, and also the root cause of this world war."

Sink Nielbar snorted, "Don't misunderstand. If we could live peacefully, we elves wouldn't start wars. To this day, we have never initiated a war. Those filthy gophers are a greedy and shameless bunch. They started more than half of the world wars. They are the race in the world that should be destroyed the most."

Hall smiled but remained silent.

Sink Nielba advised awkwardly, "If you don't destroy them, I'm sure they'll stab you in the back when you go to war with the God of War, Artesius. Don't wait until then to regret it."

Finally, he added, "They are such a despicable race."

Hall chuckled inwardly. Of course, Sink Nielbaren wasn't offering advice out of kindness; she simply wanted to exterminate the goblin race.

Seeing the goblin race reduced to such a state, her complex sense of pride made her even more unwilling to see any good outcome for them.

Sinker Nielbaren felt ashamed just imagining being mocked by the goblins for being subservient to humans. If the goblins suffered a worse fate than them, it would highlight the wisdom of her decision to become a human subspecies.

Seeing that Hall remained unmoved, Sink Nielbarn was completely unable to guess Hall's thoughts, biting his cherry lips with a face full of resentment.

Hall stared at the chess piece in his hand: a goblin race, a race much like humans on Earth, but far more aggressive.

This does not mean that goblins enjoy war; on the contrary, they are simple-minded, and all their aggression stems from their desire for the unknown, their pursuit of technological innovation, and their need for materials.

Goblins can be seen as a group of researchers with a berserk buff. They wage war against forest elves to obtain forest resources, kill indiscriminately to obtain the soul crystals on the foreheads of forest elves, and are willing to destroy the continent to obtain the bodies of dragon elves.

Incidentally, female goblins are generally short in stature, roughly equivalent to teenage girls by human standards, commonly known as "legal lolis".

"..."

Sink Nielbaren, unaware of Hall's thoughts, paced anxiously back and forth, not daring to utter a word.

Hall beckoned to the elven maid, and when she came over, he pulled her into his arms. The elf had a refreshing fragrance that was delightful to the senses. He kissed her cherry lips and tasted the sweet aroma.

Sink Nielbaren trembled slightly, not daring to resist. He felt a strange sensation he had never experienced before, a mixture of excitement and curiosity, which lessened his inner resistance.

She knew the significance of Hall's actions, yet she couldn't understand them.

If the purpose is reproduction, it is impossible for the two people to have offspring.

Hall chuckled wickedly, "You want me to wipe out the goblin race? It's not impossible, but it depends on your performance."

“My performance…” Sink Nielbaren’s eyes widened slightly, feeling utterly bewildered. She realized she knew absolutely nothing about the human male before her.

No matter what Hall wanted to do, she couldn't resist. Such a crucial matter as attacking the goblin race depended on the slaves' performance.

She couldn't tell whether it was because she was important to Hall, or because the goblin race was insignificant to Hall.

Her rationality leaned towards the latter, yet somehow she also hoped for the former.

However, she would pay any price to get rid of those filthy gophers from this world.

The hatred between the forest elves and the goblins runs deep.

Sink Nielbaren looked into Hall's eyes with genuine sincerity: "I'll do anything for you as long as you can wipe out that horde of gophers."

Huh?

Hall's expression was quite strange; the hint he'd given earlier was pretty obvious, wasn't it?

Are all forest elves naive and innocent? Whether they are or not, Hall considered it acting, since forest elves might be naive and innocent, but a clan representative certainly wouldn't be.

wow~

Hall tore open the maid's long dress amidst the elf maid's gasps of surprise.

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The next day, the tremors of the ground awakened Hall from his sleep. Beside him, the elven maid Sink Nielbarn slept soundly, her beautiful and delicate face like a masterpiece of art.

Hall taught her too much last night, and she was exhausted.

earthquake?

Hall raised an eyebrow.