A mountain ford from countless chanical parts rose upon the land.
At the summit, a being with a body forged of machinery and a head of flesh sat at the peak.
The face appeared to be that of a man in his early forties.
His aura was majestic, imposing, and solemn, like the king of an Empire commanding countless armies.
His eyes were tightly closed, as if he had been slumbering for millennia.
An elusive sound emanated from him.
Lear saw this and released his spiritual power, his divine format spinning, as an inviolable divine force surged forth.
Under intense stimulation, the flesh head atop the chanical body slowly opened its eyes.
At that mont, it was as if the sun had risen and the stars were in motion.
An indescribable ancient aura erged in his heart.
"I can’t believe I can wake up..."
Ancient and obscure words echoed in his mind.
Although unintelligible, the aning was understood.
It was a higher language.
The mysterious existence murmured to itself, then slowly turned its gaze to him. Lear could feel its gaze transcending space and ti.
"Human, you bear the scent of a divine spirit, but it is not yet stable... You must have inadvertently acquired the power of those deceitful and filthy locusts."
The tone was calm, yet carried a hint of mockery.
It seed that in the presence of the other, Gods... were insignificant.
Lear’s gaze sharpened.
"Your Excellency, may I ask who you are? Why do you exist within this severed finger?"
The Goblin Ruins have been in existence for how long? More than four million years!
In other words, this is an ancient being living for over four million years.
The thought of such an imnse ti span was hair-raising.
"Who am I?"
Atop the mountain of chanical parts, the mysterious being showed a hint of reminiscence.
"You may call by my na — Azaro, or you may refer to as... Ancient Goblin God."
Ancient Goblin God?!!
That na?!!
Lear’s heart trembled.
What kind of being would be called an Ancient God?
He couldn’t imagine...
As the other finished speaking, it slowly stood from atop the mountain.
At that mont, in that illusory scene, countless chanical parts seed to co alive.
They began to float and respond to that mysterious figure.
The figure looked around, as if it could effortlessly see through the void.
Its eyes carried a hint of complexity.
"This is no longer the world I know, the rules have changed, and those who control the rules are mostly different now..."
As it finished, it exhaled deeply.
"Human Lord, could you please tell your na?"
Lear spoke softly.
"Lord Azaro, Lear greets you."
Upon hearing this, the other’s expression beca more animated.
"Lord Lear, may the goddess protect you."
Its gaze then carried a hint of hesitation as it spoke.
"Might I ask, do goblins still exist?"
As the words fell, it imdiately held its breath, both fists clenching tightly and unnaturally.
Like a criminal waiting for the judge’s verdict in court.
Lear nodded his head.
"Goblins still exist, Lord Azaro."
The corners of the other’s mouth slowly lifted into a brilliant smile, delivering a low laugh that gradually grew into wild laughter.
The chanical parts within the phantom also began to dance at this mont.
"Gods, deceitful locusts!"
"In the end, you were unable to destroy us!!"
"Hahaha!!!"
After laughing, the tone shifted to a light-hearted inquiry.
"Your Excellency, has the Goblin Empire been rebuilt? Where is the most powerful goblin force now?"
Lear was silent for a mont before speaking softly.
"Lord Azaro, you misunderstand... While goblins have not been exterminated, they have lost their heritage."
The other’s smile abruptly froze, eyes turning sharp.
"Lost their heritage? Why do you say that?"
Lear rcilessly revealed the bleeding wounds.
"After the goblins were defeated, their civilization was completely destroyed, their cultural heritage erased by the Gods."
"Now, goblins are the most lowly, the most humble of creatures."
"In the Main Plane, even a farr can kill three to five goblins with a steel fork."
Upon hearing this, disbelief spread across the other’s face.
How could it be?!
How could goblins fall to the point where a farr could kill them?!
Lear continued without rcy.
"Not only was the heritage erased, the Gods also collaborated to erase all traces of goblins."
"No historical record ntions you, and there are no legends about goblins. No cultural transmission remains."
"Until yesterday, in my mory... goblins were still seen as uncivilized, only knowing how to plunder caravans and steal livestock."
"The Goblin Civilization has disappeared."
A heavy blow landed squarely.
The figure at the mountain’s peak of chanical parts, its arms visibly trembling.
In a hoarse voice, it spoke.
"Civilization... erased?!"
The once glorious Goblin Civilization, to which even Gods could only bow, was severed?!
Staring blankly at Lear, it remained silent for a long ti.
This news affected it nearly as much as if the goblins had been wiped out.
Even if all goblins were sacrificed, the civilization they left behind would shine for half of history!
Now, it was erased!
"Those damned locusts!!"
"They all deserve to die!!"
Lear’s eyes were deep.
"Lord Azaro, what were you responsible for among the goblins?"
The being atop the mountain, still imrsed in the information it couldn’t accept, spoke in a low voice.
"I was responsible for researching the cores of twelve chanical Demon Gods, while the Goblin Empire was founded by and several companions together..."
What?!
Those twelve Machines capable of slaughtering Gods... were researched by it?
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