Gods: Start with Goblins

Before he finished speaking, Luo Dan moved again.

His speed was so fast that it was difficult to catch, like a flash of black lightning, and he arrived in front of the King of Light in an instant.

He slapped his palm suddenly, and the dark power of the law surged out like a tide, hitting the chest of the King of Light directly.

The pupils of the King of Light suddenly contracted. He wanted to dodge, but found that he was unable to move.

His body was firmly locked by Lordan's power of law, as if bound by countless invisible chains.

He could only watch as the dark power of the law approached and eventually pierced through his chest.

"puff--"

Blood gushed out, and the body of King of Light flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.

There was a huge hole in his chest, and blood dyed his robes and the ground beneath him red.

His vision gradually blurred and his consciousness began to blur, but he still held on and refused to close his eyes.

"I……

Can’t die yet…”

The voice of the Light Dharma King was so weak that it was almost inaudible. His fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to grab something, but he was ultimately unable to lift it. Countless images flashed through his mind -

The glory of the clan, one's own dreams, and those unfulfilled vows.

All of this has turned into nothing at this moment.

Luo Dan stood not far away, watching all this coldly.

There was no expression on his face, as if he had just done something insignificant.

His eyes swept around, and those strong men of the Light Clan had already been frightened out of their wits. They retreated one after another, not daring to get close at all.

"The Dharma King of Light is dead. Who else wants to come up and die?"

Luo Dan's voice was cold and majestic, like an invincible god.

His eyes swept over the crowd, as if selecting his next target.

Those powerful men of the Light Clan looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

They knew that they were no match for Lordan and would only die if they went up.

Their hearts were filled with a sense of powerlessness, as if they were facing an invincible god.

"We...we are no match for him at all!"

A mythical strongman from the Light Clan whispered, his voice filled with despair.

His body was shaking slightly, as if he would fall down at any moment.

The scene just now kept replaying in his mind. The death of the King of Light was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart fiercely.

"escape……

Run away! "

Another super-class expert whispered, with a hint of urgency and panic in his voice.

His body was shaking slightly, as if he would fall down at any moment.

He stared at Luo Dan, as if he wanted to find a flaw in the other party, but all he saw was endless indifference and murderous intent.

Just when everyone was filled with fear and at a loss, Luodan's figure moved again.

His eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate all obstacles and strike directly into the enemy's soul.

His target was the powerful members of the Light Clan who were trying to escape.

"Want to escape?
It’s too late. ”

Luodan's voice was as biting as a cold wind. His figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and the next moment he appeared in front of a strong man from the Light Clan.

He slapped his palm suddenly, and the dark power of the law surged out like a tide, hitting the strong man's chest directly.

"puff--"

The strong man's body was pierced, blood gushed out, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and there was no movement anymore.

This scene deeply shocked all the powerful people of the Light Clan present.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair, as if they had seen their future fate.

Those who once claimed to be mythical and super-class powerful people are now as small as ants.

Their hearts were filled with a sense of powerlessness, as if they were facing an invincible god.

As the powerful men of the Light Clan fell one after another, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield became increasingly depressing.

Those ordinary members of the Light Clan originally still held on to a glimmer of hope, believing that the strong men in the clan could turn the tide of the war. However, with the fall of the Throne Master and the King of Light, their faith completely collapsed.

Fear spread among the crowd like a plague. Their fighting spirit had long since disappeared, replaced by endless despair and panic.

"escape……

Run away! "

An ordinary warrior of the Light Tribe shouted tremblingly, his voice full of fear and helplessness.

In his hand he held a broken sword covered in blood, but his eyes had long since lost the will to fight.

He glanced around, and all he saw were the fallen figures of his companions and Lordan's death-like figure.

"us……

We are no match for them!"

Another warrior from the Light Clan murmured in a low voice, with a hint of crying in his voice.

His body was shaking slightly, as if he would fall down at any moment.

The scene just now kept replaying in his mind. The death of the King of Light was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart fiercely.

Just as the people of light fell into chaos, Lordan's goblin army surged up like a tide.

Although these goblins are small in stature, their fighting power should not be underestimated.

There was a fierce light flashing in their eyes, and they wielded the weapons in their hands with great vigor. Every attack carried a deadly threat.

"kill!

Leave no one behind! "

The leader of the goblin army shouted loudly, his voice full of excitement and enthusiasm.

He held a huge battle axe in his hand, the axe blade was covered in blood, and every swing would take the life of a member of the Light Clan.

The people of the Light Clan suffered heavy casualties under the siege of the Goblin Legion.

Their defenses had already collapsed, and many people were pierced through the bodies by the goblins' weapons before they even had time to resist.

The blood dyed the earth red, and the wailing and screaming sounds intertwined together, forming a tragic picture.

"No……

Do not kill me! "

A young warrior of the Light Tribe knelt on the ground, his eyes full of fear and pleading.

In his hand he held a broken sword covered in blood, but his eyes had long since lost the will to fight.

He glanced around, and all he saw were the fallen figures of his companions and the goblin's fierce gaze.

However, the goblin army did not stop their weapons because of his pleading.

The young warrior's body was pierced by a spear, blood gushed out, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

His body flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, and fell heavily to the ground, without any movement. This scene deeply shocked all the members of the Light Clan present.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair, as if they had seen their future fate.

Those who once called themselves warriors of the Light Tribe are now as small as ants.

Their hearts were filled with a sense of powerlessness, as if they were facing a group of invincible demons.

"escape……

Run away! "

An old man from the Light Clan whispered,
His voice was filled with despair, and his eyes were fixed on the Goblin Legion, as if he wanted to find a flaw in them.
However, all he saw was endless ferocity and murderous intent.

Just as the people of light fell into chaos, Luodan's figure appeared again in the center of the battlefield.

His eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate all obstacles and strike directly into the enemy's soul.

In his hand he held a pitch-black sword, with endless power of laws entwined around the sword, as if it could devour all light.

"Light Clan, today is your end."

Luodan's voice was as biting as a cold wind, piercing the eardrums of every member of the Light Clan.

His figure stood like an invincible god in the center of the battlefield, as if announcing the end of the Light Clan.

As Lordan's voice fell, the goblin army's attack became more fierce.

There was a fierce light flashing in their eyes, and they wielded the weapons in their hands with great vigor. Every attack carried a deadly threat.

The people of the Light Clan suffered heavy casualties under the siege of the Goblin Legion.

The blood dyed the earth red, and the wailing and screaming sounds intertwined together, forming a tragic picture.

The corpses of the Light Clan members piled up like mountains and their blood formed rivers, as if telling of the cruelty of this war.

In the end, the battle ended with Lordan's great victory.

The strong men of the Light Clan died one after another, and ordinary members of the clan also suffered heavy casualties. The entire clan was almost completely defeated.

Luo Dan stood in the center of the battlefield, he let out a long sigh, and an unprecedented sense of relief surged in his heart.

"This is all finally over."

Luo Dan murmured quietly, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion and relief.

He looked around and saw only corpses and blood on the ground.

There was no mercy in his heart, only cold murderous intent.

"The Light Clan was defeated in the end."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Luodan's voice, and his eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he was looking at a group of dying ants.

In his hand he held a pitch-black sword, with endless power of laws entwined around the sword, as if it could devour all light.

With the defeat of the Light Tribe, Lordan's goblin army also began to count their losses.

What made Luo Dan feel relieved was that there were no casualties in the entire legion, and only a small number of people were slightly injured.

These injuries can be recovered with simple healing medicine and will not affect the combat effectiveness of the legion at all.

"Master, our losses are almost negligible."

The leader of the Goblin Legion walked up to Lordan and spoke respectfully.

There was a hint of excitement and enthusiasm in his voice, as if he was cheering for the victory.

Luo Dan nodded, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He knew that this victory was not only due to his own strength, but also due to the tacit cooperation of the Goblin Legion.

"Very good, you did a great job."

There was a hint of appreciation in Lordan's voice, and his eyes swept across the goblin army, as if admiring his own masterpiece.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction surged in his heart, as if he was cheering for his own victory.

"Master, what should we do next?"

The leader of the Goblin Legion asked in a low voice, with a hint of urgency and anticipation in his voice.

His eyes were fixed on Luo Dan, as if waiting for his order.

Luo Dan pondered for a moment, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He knew that even though the Light Clan had been defeated, it did not mean that he could rest easy.

The Light Clan’s foundation is too strong. There may be hidden strong people in the clan, or even a dominant level existence.

Although these people have not appeared for the time being, their threat still exists.

"Take a break for now and wait for the next order."

Luo Dan's voice was cold and majestic, like an invincible god.

His eyes swept across the goblin army, as if declaring his authority.

The leader of the goblin army nodded and retreated respectfully.

There was a fierce light in his eyes, as if he was preparing for the upcoming battle.

In his hand he held a huge battle axe, the blade of which was stained with blood, and every swing would take the life of an enemy.

Luo Dan stood in the center of the battlefield, he let out a long sigh, and an unprecedented sense of relief surged in his heart.

He knew that he would have no enemies in the short term.

Even if there is, you have to consider whether you can bear the same ending as the King of Light.

In the fantasy world of true love, everything goes according to the rules.

Luo Dan won, this is a certainty.

Dusk was hanging heavy on the top of Tianque Peak. Candlelight flickered in the huge black iron conference hall, casting more than a hundred shadows on the mottled bluestone walls.

Luo Dan stood beside a bronze pillar engraved with cloud and thunder patterns. The golden patterns on his cuffs were faintly visible in the firelight. His slender fingers were gently tapping the torn formation atlas on the table.

The sudden mountain wind outside the hall brought in the smell of blood, making the copper bells on the eaves jingle, just like the chaotic heartbeats of everyone in the hall at this moment.

As he spoke, his wide sleeves rolled up to reveal the Nine-Turn Exquisite Bracelet on his wrist. This was a magical treasure bestowed upon him by the master when he became his apprentice. However, it now glowed an eerie dark red color under the candlelight.

"Please look at the pattern of this spirit gathering array,"

Luo Dan's fingertips traced the burnt marks on the atlas.

"The core of the formation that was supposed to be outlined with black ice jade was replaced with ordinary cold iron. When the formation bases collapsed one after another during the monster tide yesterday, did anyone hear the laughter of the throne elders in the mountain protection formation?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of porcelain cups breaking from behind the carved screen on the east side.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw that among the ten disciples who survived yesterday, the young man in blue clothes who always stood at the end with his head down was tightly grasping the broken pieces of the teacup, and blood was dripping through his fingers onto the cloud-patterned carpet.

He raised his head suddenly, revealing a hideous scar on his brow bone - that was the mark left by the monster's sharp claws yesterday.

"Every word that Senior Brother Luo said is true!"

The boy's voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper.

“They not only withhold spiritual stones, they also take a cut of life-saving magic tools like the Heart Mirror and the Meteoric Shuttle.

I saw with my own eyes that the Seventh Elder exchanged a whole box of high-quality spirit stones for rocks.
He also said with a smile, "Anyway, these idiots can't understand how the formation works."

"He suddenly opened his clothes, revealing a crack in his armor that was barely stitched with gold thread.

"If I hadn't secretly hidden half of the spare breastplate, I would have already become a meal for the monster!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall suddenly exploded.

Several female disciples on the west side suddenly stood up, and the colored glaze pendants on their swords made crisp sounds: (End of this chapter)