I, the Goblin King: Rise to Dominate the Other World

"Deity, are you toying with us?"

Watching the army fade into the distance, an old woman shed a tear of bitterness.

Why are the magical creatures so brutal?

Could it be that the deity who created them did it on purpose?

Clearly, it didn't have to be this way, yet it is.

Doubt arose in her heart.

But that was all it was.

The old man beside her sighed, appearing even older, "The magical creatures aren't wrong, nor are humans. So who is wrong? We now fight the magical creatures for our future survival, but their brutality and bloodthirstiness are just driven by their nature."

The old man and woman couldn't figure it out.

It seemed like they thought of something but dared not think further.

The power of the divine is above all.

They could only hope that their only son in the army would return alive.

...

Inside the Skycraze Tribe.

The sound of forging hammers clanging was everywhere.

The heat from the furnaces rolled like waves.

The massive breeding tool creatures from before had all been eaten, boosting everyone's strength significantly.

The tribe, once crowded to the point of bursting, was now somewhat navigable.

With war imminent, those breeding machines were of no use.

So it was better to eat them directly.

Except for the thousand humans kept as precious resources, naturally not to be wasted.

Under tireless forging, all the low-level goblins were finally clad in simple plate armor and armed with simple daggers.

The Great Types were fully equipped.

"With the remaining magical creatures from the Great Tomb, we can fight."

Lin Tian analyzed.

Saying he wasn't nervous would be a lie.

At this moment, a goblin scout sent to the front line returned with news, "Boss, the empire's forces have approached the Great Tomb and stopped thirty miles away."