On Goblin Continent, the Elf Clan's purge—or rather, massacre—of the goblins continued. The goblin Gods were either dead, fled, or had simply hidden away in some unknown burrow or cranny, trembling as they waited for death to arrive.
It had to be admitted that, compared to their gifts in alchemy and magic technology, the goblin Gods' battle instincts were no better than those of cripples. Any elf God could instantly kill a goblin God of equal strength, while the goblin Gods often still had no idea what had happened even after their heads had been sent flying high into the air.
With Yakeya and the other chief God-level beings already swept up in one net by the Green Moon Empress, the goblin Gods' resistance completely collapsed after only three to five hours. The overwhelming majority of goblin Gods were slain on the spot. Only a tiny handful of lucky ones fled to who knew where, while others, just as mentioned before, hid in pitch-black underground holes and prayed for their ancestors' protection.
Having lost the protection of their Gods, the goblins became targets for the Elf Clan's rampage. One goblin city after another was destroyed, and countless goblins were killed. Their souls and blood essences were gathered by the elves using secret arts. No one knew how many fist-sized crimson crystal spheres—evil magic devices specially used to store the vital essence of flesh and blood and souls—the elves had filled to the brim.
Casting off their gorgeous, elegant veils and tearing away their last fig leaves, the elves vented the darkest, most savage impulses in their hearts upon the goblins like demons. They chopped off countless goblin heads and piled them into mountains a thousand meters high, then used the headless goblin corpses as fuel to light roaring bonfires across