"Something like that?" Lasha was puzzled when he learned about the problem. He had never heard of a divine artifact that wouldn't let gods use it.
Wasn't that practically asking for trouble?
Anyone who possessed such a powerful artifact but had no way to become a god would be challenging the mythic level.
Surely any mythic being with the means would want to kill them.
"Yes. The goblins looked into it, and they seem to have found something unusual."
"Bring the goblin here to see me," Lasha said at once.
An Engineering Goblin was summoned.
He was one of the unusually clean Engineering Goblins. He wore silk clothes, with all kinds of tools tucked into his belt. His hands weren't smeared with black oil or mud like those of other Engineering Goblins. Instead, they were remarkably clean, as if he'd washed them many times over.
Most unusual of all, he had hair—and it was impeccably groomed.
As soon as he saw Lasha, the Engineering Goblin said, "Your Majesty Lasha, great Sun God, I am Zola Crido Firearms of the Engineering Goblins. Please let me know if there is anything you need."
"Tell me what you found," Lasha said, glaring at him.
The goblin named Zola had initially wanted to explain how he'd dragged the machines out of the water.
But after Lasha's glare, he didn't dare say much more and quickly told him what he had discovered.
"There are seven different machines here, including the one we assembled and used earlier. Aside from their core components, most of the parts are identical or similar, and they can be swapped between machines.
"Their technology is highly advanced. The undead here had a decent aptitude for it and were able to assemble the parts in a short time.
"I checked how much