e-booksonline Chapter 63 Giant Armored Flamethrower Goblin
Chapter 63 Giant Armored Flamethrower Goblin
After saying that, Gebu quickly gave the two goblins behind him a wink—they understood immediately, squatted down, each grabbed one of Gebu's feet, and huffed and puffed as they lifted Gebu up.
The goblin wizard, stepping on two goblins, shakily lifted the illusionized bear skull—a minor illusion couldn't create anything large, but imitating a head was no problem.
The bear's face was covered in blood, his eyes were gouged out and turned into two X shapes, and his tongue was sticking out. His death was extremely gruesome.
"Witness! Witness! Witness! Magnubie's cruelty! I, Gebu, the Chosen of the Goblins, personally chopped off the head of the Bear Queen! And I burned her two foolish hyenas to a crisp!"
The moment the bear's head appeared, a collective gasp filled the entire camp.
Less than half an hour after leaving camp, the eldest bear and two giant hyenas were killed in action?!
Before Geb could continue, several goblins with weak spines knelt down with a thud. They threw their weapons on the ground and begged for mercy, tears streaming down their faces.
Those who didn't kneel also suffered a severe blow to their morale, which plummeted from its already low level to rock bottom. Some goblins looked in the direction of the old shaman, seeking an answer, while others secretly retreated to the back of the crowd, ready to run away at any moment...
Seeing how smoothly the plan was going, Geb couldn't help but smirk.
These cowards... The ten I took out were the bravest among the goblins—the rest in the camp weren't even as brave as them!
He amplified his voice with magic and shouted to the old shaman on the other side of the square, but the words were meant for all the goblins.
"Old shaman, you've lost Magnubiye's protection. I am His chosen one! Let these deceived tribesmen see your true colors... a boastful old liar! A selfish miser! A pretentious charlatan! All these years, besides pretending to be a god, have you ever hunted an animal? Stole a nail? You are the biggest parasite of the Broken Tooth tribe! The gods have had enough of you!" Gebu cursed with satisfaction, venting all the pent-up frustration from his previous subservience: "Resistance is futile! Give up! Tell your henchmen to lay down their weapons, and I'll spare your life!"
"Spare me my foot! The moment he surrenders, I'll burn him like firewood!" Gebu thought to himself. Every second this old man stays is a disaster.
At this distance, Gebu couldn't see the old shaman's expression, but he could see that the old goblin showed no sign of backing down.
He trembled all over and roared with immense excitement:
"You're God's chosen one? I'm a fraud? Under my protection, the Broken Tooth Tribe has thrived for decades! You little brat, still wet behind the ears, dare to challenge me?!"
"Your clumsy tricks may fool them, but they can't fool this old shaman... When I was your age, the miracles that the prophet Granny Bai showed me were ten times more powerful than your inferior magic!!!"
Gebu was startled—how did he know I could use magic? And who was Granny Bai?
A multitude of questions popped into the goblin's mind—
But at this moment, Gebu must not show the slightest fear on his face!
Power originates from faith:
If people believe, it exists; if people doubt, it doesn't.
In this situation, I've already fooled some people—when two charlatans are fighting, whoever backs down first will lose!
"We are God's chosen ones! Our strength is divine strength!"
With the added power of the secondary phantom, Geb's voice resounded through the sky, echoing throughout the camp!
The goblins in the front row urinated, the yellow liquid flowing down their legs and covering the ground—those goblins who knelt down first were in a terrible state, their bodies half-soaked with urine, and they didn't dare to get up.
The old goblin didn't back down at all; he jumped onto the stone platform in one go.
"Let me show you what true divine power looks like!!!"
The old shaman took out three bottles of potion from his waist and shook them—the liquid swirled in the bottles.
He bit down on the glass and smashed it, ignoring the blood filling his mouth, and gulped down all three bottles together!
Thumbs up!
Hey! It's just taking medicine! I can do that too!
Overcome with enthusiasm, Gebu pulled a bottle of fake alcohol (alchemy-grade alcohol) from his dimensional bag and was about to gulp it down...
Before the bottle even touched his lips, the old shaman's body suddenly underwent a strange transformation... Magnubier's penis...
His hunched body burst forth with twisted and deformed muscles, his robe was torn, leaving only a tattered cloth between his legs (self-regulating), and his entire body grew and enlarged proportionally—in an instant, a 1.2-meter-tall old goblin became a giant man over two meters tall!
Not only did his body grow larger, but as the potion was ingested, the old shaman's green skin began to harden and change color, and his entire body was wrapped in a shell like the hard bark of an oak tree—when he moved, the wood rubbed against the wood, making a harsh creaking sound.
The transformed old shaman was terrifying, resembling a giant tree with legs—it was almost impossible to tell he was a goblin.
"Ruthless Magnubie, cunning Magnubie, thank you for the power you have bestowed upon me—let those blind little beasts see what divine power is, and what trickery is!"
Cheating... this is outrageous! Gebu stood there, stunned. He'd searched through the old shaman's herbal workshop before when he stole the Great Lizard's tail, but he'd never seen such a powerful potion!
The old shaman had a trick up his sleeve! He wasn't a fraud after all; this old shaman... he's got some skills!
While Gebu was stunned, the enormous old shaman suddenly opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath—his cheeks bulged out like big eyes, and murky, lava-red energy shone through the skin of his throat…
"call!!!!"
He clenched his cheeks, and the veins on his neck bulged out—he blew out a scorching breath of fire from his lips, drawing a dazzling broom-like arc in the air!
What is this... what is this thing!
A giant armored, fire-breathing goblin?!
Even Gebu himself was stunned, let alone the others in the forest!
Suddenly, the goblin camp descended into chaos.
The goblins reacted in two ways—half of them knelt and bowed before the old shaman, while the other half ran away.
"I..." The goblins in Geb's squad couldn't hold on any longer either. The two goblins carrying dog heads threw their things on the ground, unable to stand up, and huddled together, trembling.
After exhaling fire, the old shaman let out a long, unsatisfying burp, smoke billowing from his nostrils. He growled, then pointed menacingly at Gebu in the crowd:
"You little brats, if you don't want to die, bring me Gebu's head!"
Upon hearing this, the goblins who hadn't fled all turned their gazes to the goblin wizard—his forest eyes sent chills down his spine.
Fear of the old shaman overcame apprehension towards Gebu, and these fellows clung desperately to their crude weapons, treating Gebu's forest outcrop as their last hope...
The goblins, their eyes gleaming with ferocity, closed in, the encirclement tightening. The goblin squad huddled together, forming a turtle-shell battle line with spears and shields—but the disparity in numbers was too great; they were completely surrounded, with nowhere to retreat.
The more desperate the situation, the more you need to stay calm...
Gebu's gaze passed through the aggressive goblins and landed on the enormous old shaman. The man didn't rush over but instead observed from behind the goblin guards.
...At this point, why don't you go up yourself? This old Deng is cunning beyond belief.
You think you can get rid of me, Gebu, without getting your hands dirty? No way!
If you don't come out, I'll force you to come out!
The moment the first daring goblin in the encirclement charged forward, Geb seized the opportunity, clapped his hands, and shouted a spell:
"Vocare Nebula!"
A concentrated cloud of mist erupted from the goblin wizard in an instant, engulfing the entire goblin camp in a thick, impenetrable fog!
"Men! If you want to live, tear the roofs off this Broken Tooth Tribe's house!" Gebu roared!
After saying that, Gebu shoved the goblin in the back, pulled a Molotov cocktail from his waist, lit it, threw it in a random direction, and then ducked into the white mist, disappearing in an instant!