I Am Not A Goblin Slayer

The other three warriors transported from the Royal Capital wore relatively calm expressions, especially Eli Carlos, who displayed an indescribable calmness as if everything was under his control.

Archbishop Milo Dalton began to chant softly, a compassionate expression appearing on his face.

After performing the spatial slash, the red-haired swordswoman Mabel Burns returned to Eli’s side. Her expression remained stern, but her bright eyes revealed a hint of eagerness.

In the world of ordinary people, being over sixty means retirement with children and grandchildren, but for an epic warrior, it’s a time of strength and vigor.

Moreover, Mabel is a typical sword fanatic, dedicating most of her life to honing her sword skills and cultivating, so her mind remains quite youthful.

The meteor in the sky continued to rush forward, not diverting from the will of the Green Dragon Queen Aiselas.

Despite Aiselas’s deep contemplation, only twenty seconds had passed from the moment the meteor appeared, fell from the atmosphere, to now being tens of kilometers above the Green Dragon Queen’s head.

Seeing her roar had no response, Aiselas felt an uncontrollable fury rise in her heart.

She had just sensed traces of Dilla’s intention fluctuating, proving her guesses and intelligence were correct. This Great Demon Race member had quietly descended upon the Borderland.

However, it seemed there was no sign of it taking action to help.

With the meteor looming closer overhead, soon to be upon her, she couldn’t care much more.

”Dilla, I am willing to join the Demon Race!”

Her spiritual Divine Thought spread out once more.

If there was no response this time, she might have to find a way to contact the Dragon Mother Tiamat.

Fortunately, perhaps this Great Demon Race member named Dilla was just waiting for Aiselas to fully surrender her bargaining chips.

No sooner had her Divine Thought been spread than a response came from the sky.

”The Demon King has agreed to the Green Dragon Aiselas’s application to join.”

”Welcome to the Demon Race.”

Receiving the reply, Aiselas felt a sense of relief, yet couldn’t suppress her grievance.

She knew that this Great Demon Race member had long been watching everything and was ready to use her life as a threat to compel her to join the Demon Race.

But she couldn’t take the bet.

Whether dying here or becoming a puppet for the Dragon Mother’s birth, the cost far exceeded becoming a member of the Demon Race.

Of course, joining the Demon Race also required paying a price.

In fact, in the Material Realm, the direct threat from the Demon King was far greater than from Tiamat in the Divine Country.

Once she agreed, she couldn’t go back on her word, or the Demon King would exact a painful price from her.

No, the Demon King wouldn’t even need to act personally, as the Great Demon Race member named Dilla could easily take her life.

But regardless, at least she believed she’d survive.

”Get moving quickly! I’m going to die!”

The meteor above was excessively scorching, and even Aiselas was no longer concerned about losing face.

On the battlefield below, a goblin lying prone among the numerous monster corpses began to convulse violently.

If Gauss, who had since fallen into slumber, were still here, he would be surprised to see that this quivering figure was the goblin elder he had encountered not long ago.

It seemed to realize it was about to die.

A bitter smile appeared on its face.

In its final moments, it understood the reason for its existence, and why, despite its low power level, its intelligence far exceeded its kin.

There was never a miracle in life; its exceptional intelligence, which it took pride in, was merely because it was a pawn of another terrifying entity. A sliver of its power granted it the characteristic shrewdness that other goblins lacked.

Moreover, its miraculous survivals and inability to advance were all due to this.

”I truly am... pathetic.”

”Buzz!”

A tremendously powerful force and will awakened deep within its body.

In almost an instant, its relatively firm will was ruthlessly crushed.

The great will named ”Dilla” used this seemingly weak body to successfully complete the summoning ritual.

Around the goblin elder, numerous corpses and the tissues of living things began to melt, then together with a mass of natural magic, rapidly poured into its body.

Within a radius of several kilometers, all Casters realized their magic had lost effectiveness at that moment.

Any ongoing magic suddenly ceased, and prepared magic could not be released.

”Dilla, the 9th seat of the highest council of the Demon Race.”

Eli Carlos murmured in the sky.

He watched the gathering blood and flesh creature below with no intention of intervening.

Dilla, in the midst of the ritual, was unstoppable.

Although the scene of its birth was terrifying, in the realms unseen by the naked eye, the ferocity far exceeded the understanding of ordinary beings.

Its surrounding area had already become a magic-free zone, with any roaming Magic Power drained in an instant.

Even if Eli Carlos intervened now, it would only accelerate Dilla’s birthing process.

Or rather, exerting effort to disrupt it would not yield as much benefit as one might think.

Who knows how many more birth materials these Great Demon Race members possess to quickly bring them to the battlefield.

Eli Carlos couldn’t help but recall the previous night.