Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Master..."

At the same time, the earth resounded one after another, the wailing and roaring of the giants.

The giants finally realized the departure of the Giant King, and they fell into madness, completely disregarding their plans, and going berserk almost indiscriminately.

Stupid, lawless warfare is a sign of defeat.

——The time of despair for the goblin species has come.

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Chapter [-] From War to Massacre

The rampage of the giants brought about unintended bad consequences.

Perhaps the mechanical fleet flying in the sky was not affected much, but on the side of the Fantasy Seed battlefield, a large number of giants dropped the Nightmare Seed and the Ex-Machina that were fighting, dancing their weapons wildly, and roaringly joined the Fantasy Seed. within the battlefield.

Its fate is predictable.

Even the fantasy species that the dragon essence doesn't dare to stroke the tiger's whiskers easily, how can the giants, whose brains are no longer clear, be able to overcome.

The Phantasm on the God of Calamity's side did not hesitate to smash his enemy the moment the giant entered.The phantom species of the forging gods hesitated for a while, but in the end, they joined the giants who were removing obstacles for their own lives.

"The deadlock has changed."

The slender and beautiful girl with white hair, the "Apostle of the Dream God" Inzahn Nibia looked into the distance from the hill, her right hand dissipated into smoke like dust lifted up.

"I also join the battle. Nila, assist Comagaro to attract the giants to the enemy as much as possible, let them consume themselves, and blow my mist at the same time - this land is too annoying to live."

"no problem."

A fantasy species nicknamed "Wind Roar", Nila readily accepted the order.

On the other hand, the main goblin species on the side of the God of Blacksmithing, because of the earth-shattering event, there is no time to try to restrain the rampage of the giant species.

"Forge God" Orkan died.

Their creator, who has watched over the goblins from generation to generation for thousands of years, is like an existence closer to a loving father, and has left this world from today.

The goblin race has also become a race that has lost its creator.

There was a lot of sadness in the goblin-type mechanical fleet with a total of more than [-] scattered.

Some goblin species knelt on the ground, crying hysterically.Others were stunned, and like the big leader Ronnie, they couldn't believe the reality.More goblins were terrified, like fledglings without protection.

"Ship, captain, what should I do? What should I do? Lord Orkan has left, and it was killed by the god of disaster! The goblin seed is over!"

A goblin-born warrior desperately asked its superior.

The latter's expression was not much better than it was.

However, as the direct person in charge of the life of his subordinates, it is still his responsibility to let the goblin-type captain regain a trace of reason from his grief.

"idiot!"

He raised his voice, as if trying to dispel the fear with anger.

"Okan-sama left me and waited, and I was also in pain... But! Are you planning to give up like this? We are still at war!"

"Impossible... Without Lord Orkan, without God's Stove, our "inspiration" is also disappearing..."

The goblin seed looked at his hands.

The hand that could forge an ingenious machine with just a tap was gradually losing that feeling.

"The god of disaster brings disaster, and his essence is that... we can't defeat such a powerful god species alone..."

With his mouth quivering, the goblin-species captain wanted to say something to cheer him up, but he couldn't even find a reason to refute it.

Not just the god of disaster.

Nightmare, Elf, Ex-Machine, Fantasy.After losing the excellent supplies brought by the God Stove, facing this group of terrifying enemies, no matter how the small goblin species thinks, the odds of winning are zero.

After listening to the goblin seed's words, some warriors even loosened the hand that was holding the spiritual outfit.

Soldiers drop their weapons on the battlefield, and what that means doesn't need to be explained at all.

The captain took a deep breath and slammed his fist on the steel podium.

"You all have your own children and families..." He looked solemnly at the goblin compatriots in the battleship: "You know what it means to lose the will to fight in the war, Lord Orkan has died, and the war is over. It's an unchangeable reality. But that doesn't mean we have to give up our lives to bury Lord Orkan!"

That's right.

Life is something to be admired.

If the God of Blacksmithing was still alive, he would never hope that the races it created would be a bunch of trash that couldn't fly without their elders!

"Captain, what should we do then..."

"Stay alive!" the captain said firmly.

"Repel the enemy in front of you, get out of the battlefield, save the fire and think of other ways. Don't forget, we are not helpless guys now, we have "Blast"! "

Hearing the word "medullary burst", the eyes of all goblin species shone with hope.

Yes, they also have tricks.