Gods: Start with Goblins

"Luo Dan, you..." There was a hint of unwillingness in the voice of the Light Dharma King. His body was suppressed by a powerful force and he could hardly move. He watched Luo Dan's figure reappear from the void, his eyes full of anger and shock.

Luo Dan still had that playful smile on his face, and his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. "King of Light, do you really think you can escape this disaster?" His voice was low and powerful, as if announcing the end of King of Light. "Today, you must die here."

The face of the King of Light turned pale instantly, and he realized that he was in a desperate situation. He had never thought that he would be defeated so thoroughly, and even be injured by the attack of the throne master used by Luo Dan. At this moment, his self-esteem completely collapsed, and was replaced by a deep fear.

"You...you wait, the Light Clan will not let you go!" There was a slight tremor in the voice of the Light Dharma King, and his eyes flashed with unwillingness and anger.

Luo Dan sneered, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "The Light Tribe? Do you think they can save you?" There was a hint of disdain in his voice. "Today is the day you die."

The imperial weapon in Luo Dan's hand once again emitted a dazzling light, as if to illuminate the entire world. His figure appeared extremely tall in the light, as if he had merged with the entire world. At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of this world, and the King of Light was just a thing in his hands.

"Go to hell, Lord of Light!" Luo Dan's voice echoed in the void like the command of a god of war. His figure instantly turned into a beam of light and rushed straight towards Lord of Light. The imperial weapon in his hand was like a sharp blade that tore through the darkness, instantly piercing through the void and pointing directly at Lord of Light's vital point.

At this moment, the entire True Love Fantasy Land was enveloped by two powerful forces, as if the whole world was waiting for this earth-shattering duel. The outcome of this duel would determine the future of True Love Fantasy Land.

On that vast and mysterious battlefield, thick smoke rolled like a ferocious beast, and the pungent smell filled every inch of the air, making people almost suffocate. The earth seemed to have suffered endless pain, and was torn into shocking gullies, as if the earth had opened its bloody mouth in despair. The surrounding scenery had long been unrecognizable under the ravages of this chaotic force, with ruins scattered in a mess, and some broken flags fluttering weakly in the wind, as if crying out the cruelty of this brutal battle.

The Light Dharma King, who usually shines as brightly as the sun, is now defenselessly in the center of this dangerous vortex. He is wearing a gorgeous golden robe, which is embroidered with exquisite patterns symbolizing light, but now it is covered with dust and blood, and looks a little embarrassed. His face, which was originally heroic, looks as pale as paper due to the serious injury. Although his eyes still reveal an unyielding light, they can't hide the fatigue.

At this critical moment, an attack containing huge energy came as fast as lightning. As he was completely unprepared, the Light Dharma King had no time to dodge and could only watch the powerful force hit him hard. In an instant, his body flew backwards uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, and was directly shaken a hundred feet away. He drew a long arc in the air, raising a cloud of dust along the way.

The Light Dharma King was already seriously injured, and this was undoubtedly a double whammy. He was like a withered flower that was about to fall in a storm, and finally withered and fell. He fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. His body twitched slightly, and the breath of life was like the sand in an hourglass, quickly and mercilessly passing away, entering the countdown of his life.

At this time, the throne master of the Light Clan, who was tall and burly, like a towering mountain, gradually woke up from the frenzy caused by anger. His eyes were originally bloodshot due to rage, but now they were full of shock and regret. He was wearing heavy armor, which was shining with a cold metallic luster. In his hand, he tightly grasped a huge battle axe that was emitting cold light, and the axe blade was still stained with the enemy's blood.

When he saw that his attack, full of anger and power, had accidentally hit his teammate, the King of Light, his bronze face instantly turned red, like a ripe tomato. It was an expression of extreme shame and embarrassment, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but was choked by endless regret.

At this moment, his heart was like a pot of mixed feelings, with all kinds of emotions flooding into his mind.

He knew very well that he had fallen into Luodan's extremely cunning trap. It was his impulsiveness and lack of calmness that led to the current irreversible situation.

His eyes were filled with self-blame and regret. He stared at the Bright Dharma King who was lying on the ground, his life or death uncertain. He walked towards him step by step, and every step seemed to be of great weight.

"Dharma King..."

He finally spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and low, filled with endless guilt.
"I...I..." However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a violent cough, as if the pain in his heart had spread to every corner of his body.

The surrounding Light Clan warriors gasped when they saw this scene, with expressions of shock and grief on their faces. The entire battlefield fell into deathly silence, with only the whistling sound of the wind, which seemed to be wailing for this tragic scene.

On this battlefield filled with tension and murderous atmosphere, the powerful king of the Light Clan heard about Lordan's heinous and cunning behavior, and the anger in his chest instantly burned again.

He suddenly raised his head, his stern eyes shot like two cold rays straight at Luodan in the distance, and then he snorted coldly from his nose. The sound was low and full of intimidation, like a roar from the Nine Nether Hell, and it could be clearly heard in this noisy battlefield.

"Humph! Since you want to play dirty with me, forget about the rules!"

His voice resounded like a huge bell, and every word seemed to carry endless anger and determination.

"I will definitely annihilate all the goblin legions and make you pay a heavy price for what you have done!"

After saying that, he swung the huge battle axe in his hand violently, and suddenly a sharp whistling sound was heard in the air, as if the battle axe was also roaring with his anger, and the surrounding space seemed to be slightly distorted by this powerful force.

His tall body leaned forward slightly, his feet were as firm as if nailed to the ground, his muscles were tense, and he exuded a chilling aura, as if he was about to rush out like a tiger pouncing on its prey in the next second and crush the enemy completely.

However, Lodan stood there, his expression calm, like a cold statue, indifferent to the threat from the powerful throne.

He was tall and slender, and his black robe fluttered in the wind, making him particularly eye-catching in this chaotic battlefield. His face was covered by the shadow of his hood, and only a pair of deep eyes could be seen, flashing a strange and cold light.

At this moment, he folded his hands in front of his chest, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes were full of disdain and ridicule, as if silently declaring to the powerful man on the throne:
If you dare to take a step away, you will see the corpse of King of Light the next moment.

In his opinion, the King of Light was the most powerful bargaining chip in his hand, enough to check and balance the angry strong man in front of him.

At this moment, after a brief moment of shock and panic, many powerful people of the Light Clan finally woke up from their dreams. They all realized that they must not let Luodan's conspiracy succeed.

I saw rays of light lighting up from all directions, which was the powerful aura emanating from the mythical strong men.

Some of them are tall and strong, like giants; others are agile and nimble like leopards.

Some of them held sharp blades, flashing cold light; some were surrounded by mysterious energy light, majestic and imposing. These elites of the Light Clan had firm eyes at this moment, and they had only one belief in their hearts: unite together, destroy Luodan, and save the King of Light.

They quickened their pace and rushed towards Luo Dan, raising a cloud of dust. The scene was like a huge army, with great momentum, as if they were going to completely flatten all obstacles in front of them. Luo Dan looked at the powerful people of the Light Clan who were swarming in, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a faint sneer.

He wondered to himself, do these people think they can subdue me by uniting together?
How naive.

However, he remained calm on the surface, his eyes swept over these powerful men who had come over one by one, and he quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind.

The throne master of the Light Clan felt a little relieved when he saw many mythical masters of the clan coming to support him, but he was soon overwhelmed by worry again. He knew very well that Luodan was not an easy opponent and the next battle would be extremely difficult.

Across a vast, undulating wasteland, a howling wind swept through, rustling the sand and weeds on the ground.

In the distance, the skyline was obscured by a thick, dark cloud, as if foreshadowing an impending disaster.

The goblin army led by Lordan was densely packed on one side of the wasteland.

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These goblins were short but sturdy, with dark green skin that shone a strange luster in the dim sky. They held rough but sharp weapons in their hands, including curved daggers, crude spears, and some strange homemade weapons.

Their eyes flashed with fierce and greedy light, and from time to time they emitted low roars and strange grunts, as if they were a group of vicious wolves ready to pounce at any time.

Every goblin stood straight, their tattered leather armor that barely covered their bodies trembled slightly with their breathing. The entire legion was filled with a chilling and murderous aura, like a strong bow ready to be fired, waiting for the order to surge out like a tide.

On the other side of the wasteland, the camp of the Light Clan was also on high alert.

The warriors of the Light Tribe are all tall and handsome, emitting a soft and holy light.

They were dressed in armor that shone with golden light. Each piece of armor was carefully crafted and engraved with mysterious runes. They rustled softly in the wind, as if telling of the glory of the past.

The sword and shield in his hands also exude a sacred aura. The sword is sharp and the shield is solid. The shield is painted with patterns symbolizing light and justice.

They were arranged neatly into a square formation, looking firmly in the direction of the goblin army. Even though they were facing a large number of aggressive goblins, they did not show any fear. They were like a towering mountain, indestructible.

This war was truly a storm that was about to break out. The air seemed to be filled with tension and oppression, and every movement of the wind seemed to foreshadow the fierce conflict that was about to break out.

This is not just a simple contest of strength, but also a fierce game of wisdom and strategy between the two sides. In this war, strength is important, but a clever strategy may be able to turn the tide of the war in an instant and determine the life and death of countless people.

Lordan, the leader of the goblin army, was much taller than ordinary goblins. He carried a huge battle axe on his broad shoulders. The blade of the battle axe flashed with cold light, as if it could easily tear apart anything that stood in its way.

His face was covered with hideous scars, which were the marks left by his countless battles and added to his ferocity.

At this moment, he shook his head, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face, and he looked at the King of Light who was surrounded by people in the Light Clan camp with a sharp gaze, and shouted loudly:

"You are such a coward. Are you just hiding? Hiding behind your people like a turtle, not daring to face me?"

Luodan's voice was low and hoarse. With the help of the strong wind, it was clearly transmitted throughout the wasteland. Every word seemed to carry an invisible force, impacting the eardrums of the Light Clan warriors.

The Dharma King of Light has a slender figure and wears a white robe that flutters in the wind. The robe is embroidered with a golden sun pattern, symbolizing his supreme status.

His face was handsome and serious, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom.

Hearing Luodan's shout, he frowned slightly, and a hint of imperceptible contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He was not angered by Luo Dan's provocation, but responded calmly:

"You can't beat my people, so why should I come out? Do you think you can fool me with such a simple provocation? Luo Dan, you underestimate me."

The voice of the King of Light was calm and firm, conveying a reassuring power in the wind.

He knew very well that he alone was no match for Lordan and the huge goblin army behind him.

Only by closely uniting with all members of the Light Clan and unleashing the power of the entire Light Clan will we have a chance of escaping unscathed today.

He was well aware of the danger of this battle. Every decision was related to the life and death of the Light Clan, so he had to remain calm and not be swayed by the enemy's words.

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