The thirteenth day after entering the Platform World.
The war in this world had taken on an abstract form.
The human armies chased the Goblins, while the Goblin armies raced madly toward the Imperial Capital.
The humans were pursuing, and so were the Goblins.
But the latter were pursuing just one person.
Ye Qiyan.
He waited for the Goblins atop the palace that had already become ruins.
There was nothing to prepare.
It was only a war.
As long as that Goblin God refused to appear, no number of Apostles would matter.
The gulf in combat power between a False God and his Apostles was as vast as heaven and earth.
Even an A-Rank God's strongest subordinate could not compare to the weakest C-Rank Goblin God.
Beneath the cold moon's light, on the frozen ground.
Fine, drifting snow covered the filth on the ground.
Ye Qiyan sat playing games in the Constant-Temperature Carriage, not at all worried about the impending arrival of the Goblin armies.
Boom!
A tremendous crash rang out.
He put down the Controller and looked regretfully at the boss on the Game Console's screen, which still had half its health left.
"So close. Oh well, I'll fight it again when I get back."
The carriage door opened.
Four Calamity Cards gathered into a ring behind him.
The Gear Sword and White Night appeared in his hands.
"Without using the Demon Card, Moonshadow, or Ebony, my combat power really is a little lacking."
He muttered a few words softly.
"But that's fine too. This way, I might be able to lure that Goblin God out."
The Transcendence Command flickered faintly.
High in the sky.
Countless Dark Gold points of light transformed [everything] in the heavens.
They gathered together within the clouds, becoming the Dark Gold scales of the