After calming his mind, Lear gazed at this ancient entity that had survived from ancient tis to the present.
"Azaro, do you have any suggestions?"
The Ancient Goblin God thought for a mont, then let out a bitter laugh.
"Your Majesty, we need to speed up the pace of evangelism and enhance the power of our territory as much as possible."
"The threads of fate have been disrupted, which ans... an unprecedented cataclysm is coming!"
Cataclysm?!
The word made Lear’s pupils suddenly contract.
The Ratman God had ntioned this too! He had thought of asking him earlier...
He spoke in a deep voice.
"A few days ago, the Kelder Ratman attacked, and we fended them off, ultimately drawing out the Ratman God."
"He said that the Swamp God was once his ally and hoped I could survive the cataclysm."
"What does this cataclysm an?"
The Ancient Goblin God’s gaze slightly narrowed.
"Ah, the Ratman God, it’s truly remarkable that this rat has lived until now..."
"It is said that there will be unprecedented chaos in the world, during which the world will collapse, and all creatures, including the gods, will perish."
"This disaster is called the cataclysm."
"No one knows when the cataclysm will happen, nor does anyone know how it will happen."
"Nobody even knows how this ssage spread."
"From beginning to end, there is only a prophecy among the divine spirits... after the cataclysm begins, all things will return to chaos, and the world will be reborn from it or... perish."
Lear frowned slightly.
This information is too vague, like just saying that the world will end at so point.
"Can you speculate who is the one disrupting the threads of fate?"
"Probably from the Abyss... it might even be so Ancient God awakening from slumber."
"I have slept for far too long, and the wars of the gods have erupted several tis."
"The current situation is vastly different from the glorious days of the ancient goblins."
"I have too little information to infer anything."
The Ancient Goblin God’s tone was sowhat heavy.
Lear nodded slowly.
"We cannot control the outside world, expanding the territory is the core... gained anything from this seclusion?"
The Ancient Goblin God perked up.
"I have developed the first batch of goblins as believers and regained the Power of Faith."
"Next, I would like to request your permission to use the chanical Broken Finger as the foundation to reforge my body."
"Are you confident?"
"Absolutely!"
"Good!"
As Lear agreed, he gently waved his right hand, shattering the void in front of him.
The chanical Broken Finger, buried within the Land of Crimson Rot, erged from the earth’s depths, passing through the void to land before the Ancient Goblin God.
This 5-Star Treasure has an extrely fierce effect, able to annihilate a designated target within 100 ters.
It was once a powerful trump card that earned great rit for him, but as strength increased, this treasure had gradually been forgotten.
The Ancient Goblin God’s expression beca sowhat complex upon seeing the chanical Broken Finger again, a testant to the goblin’s forr glory.
With 12 chanical Demon Gods, they could slaughter divine spirits!
If the gods hadn’t joined forces to annihilate the goblins, perhaps now, goblins would have the greatest say among the gods.
Alas, it all had beco dust now.
After calming his mind, he stepped forward and placed a hand on the chanical Broken Finger.
In the next mont, the Ancient Goblin God’s tal body lted like plastic under high heat, transforming into a mass of liquid, squirming to cover the chanical Broken Finger.
In the next instant, the broken finger of the once incredibly magnificent chanical Demon God also lted.
Like an eraser kneading clay, it gradually condensed into a goblin form.
Its exterior, entirely tallic and a pale silver color, seed to possess a unique chanical quality, yet also held a sense of a normal life.
Activated tal, blood, and flesh transformation.
A goblin’s specialty.
In no ti at all, the reforging was complete, and a two-ter-tall silver goblin appeared before them.
The aura it emitted was not powerful, but it carried a fearso deterrent that made one’s heart tremble.
Just one look was enough to cause anxiety.
It was an oppression stemming from bloodline and soul, the aura of High Tier life, unrelated to Level.
"There is still a long road ahead..."
After moving his body, the Ancient Goblin God took a deep breath.
This was just the beginning, and regaining the power of a divine spirit was still distant.
But he was convinced that one day, he would reclaim his past glory!
Lear nodded, about to speak, when suddenly, boom~
A loud and tumultuous noise erupted.
Instinctively turning his head, he saw a massive figure soaring to the sky above Weilu City, covered in the sa adhesive substance.
Upon focusing and seeing clearly, his expression beca quite peculiar.
That figure had the appearance of a Giant Dragon but was exceedingly peculiar and exaggerated in its proportions...
Fat, too fat!
Like an 800-pound person who stayed indoors eating fried chicken, burgers, and cola all day.
That rainbow-colored fat dragon had a wingspan of about 8 ters, but its entire body, from head to tail, resembled an inflated balloon, completely swollen.
Moreover, it was not just ordinary swelling, it looked like a thumb-sized balloon blown up to the size of a bathtub.
It made one seriously doubt whether it would burst the next mont from too much fat inside.
Burst from fat!
Its chubby wings flapped clumsily in the air, seemingly unable to support its own weight.
The tough dragon skin displayed a rainbow of colors, and along with its exaggerated girth, had an inexplicable cuteness.
Indeed, aside from humans, any wild creature that gets fat exudes a certain adorableness.
The sli covering the fat dragon’s body wasn’t its own but... Venus Flytrap’s nectar.
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