That Transcendence Warhead had vaporized nearly two million Goblin Warriors.
But the greatest strength of this short, ugly race was its ability to breed.
All kinds of Goblins were born in an endless stream across all kinds of worlds.
They formed armies and conquered worlds.
Many Train Conductors had suffered Goblin attacks when they were weak.
They existed in low-level platform worlds.
And high-level ones, too.
It was not that no powerful beings wanted to kill the Goblin God.
It was simply that he hid far too well.
Whenever he discovered any powerful being entering his world, he immediately fled.
He made every Goblin in the entire empire buy him time.
He was like a loach, slipping free every time someone caught him in their palm.
No matter what humiliation he suffered, he would never step outside his Divine Kingdom without absolute certainty.
That was the Goblin God.
A coward who had grown from the weakest of Goblins into one of the foremost A-Rank Gods.
Actually, Ye Qiyan did not think hiding was wrong.
Weakness was the original sin.
For him to have survived the Train Conductors' hunts all this time, it was impossible to say he had no ability.
But as enemies.
Goblins had to die!
The Valstrax Drive roared behind Ye Qiyan.
He dropped into the Goblin army.
The instant he landed, the Silver Wings' Fierce Star detached from his back, taking the form of the six-winged Valstrax Silver Dragon.
Frenzied fragments of crimson light swept across the battlefield, clearing an empty space for Ye Qiyan.
Ye Qiyan rose from the dust, smiling as he beckoned to the Goblins around him.
"Come on. All of you at once."
"Kill him!"
Goblins of every shape surged toward him.
These monsters were so bloodthirsty, so violent, and so revolting.
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