From Goblin to God

Chapter 19: Consolidating Goblins in the Enchanted Forest

Swish!

A powerful gust of wind swept through, firing a beam of golden light that snapped a large tree outside the tribe. Oliver immediately sensed something was off—it must be a Holy Light Blast. He could view Evelria’s stats and skills through his system, making him familiar with her abilities.

[Evelria: Lv38 | Species: Human | Occupation: Holy Nun | Title: Servant of God, Holy Body, Monster Hunter, Hero | HP: 309 | Strength: 98 | Defense: 107 | Skills: Holy Light Blast, Holy Light Defense, Divine Healing, Holy Scripture Cage, Blessing of the Lord | Equipment: Low-level Holy Magic Book | Combat: 500]

As a healer, she wasn’t particularly strong, but her holy magic could take down several high-tier goblins in her full state. Now, however, she had become little more than a loyal pet to the goblins.

Oliver flipped to the page in the Holy Magic Book that detailed the Holy Scripture Cage. As Evelria read the strange symbols aloud, a golden orb of light flew from the book, transforming into a cross-shaped construct that embedded itself into the ground.

“Now, that’s more like it,” Oliver said with a satisfied grin. With this spell, capturing the Giant Hammer Goblin would be easy. First, though, he needed to gather a large amount of paralysis poison. Once captured, they would flood him with the toxin until even his resistance broke.

Meanwhile, Goblin Crazy and the others had lost interest in tormenting Lowell. Finally, given a brief respite, Lowell felt like death would be a relief. If it weren’t for the hope that the Sword Saint and the royal family would come to rescue him, he would have bitten his tongue and ended it already.

“Evelria, you recovered? Quick, kill that goblin! Use your magic to heal my body! Now!” Lowell screamed, his entire body trembling with rage, his eyes bloodshot.

But Evelria only glanced at him briefly, as though she didn’t recognize him. Then, curling up at Oliver’s feet, she began to sleep, her pale and beautiful body exposed.

“W-what is this?” Lowell’s breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Evelria, a holy nun, had become nothing more than the goblin’s pet?!

“This is absurd!”

Oliver smirked at Lowell’s reaction. “What’s there to be confused about? She’s willingly submitted to me. She’s my obedient pet now.”

“You’re dead, goblin!!” Lowell roared. "Do you even realize what you’ve done?! Evelria is the daughter of a bishop in the Holy Church! She’s chosen to serve God, a child of the Holy Mother Mary! You don’t understand the fury of the Holy Church! A lowly goblin like you could never bear the wrath they will bring upon you! Even the Lionheart Empire defers to the Holy Church, and yet you dare—HAHAHA!”

Lowell’s laughter grew maniacal. He didn’t know whether to laugh or rage. Evelria’s status was higher than his own; that’s why he’d only dared to touch her, never force her. She represented divinity.

If goblins merely killed her, it would be seen as a simple skirmish between humans and monsters. Even if she were defiled, it could still be excused—it was just goblins, after all. But now? A goblin had tamed her and turned her into a compliant servant. This was a direct insult to God, a declaration of war against divinity itself!

“This act of yours will ensure the complete annihilation of your entire race!” Lowell shouted.

Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Why can’t a goblin have her? Is she reserved only for God? Does that mean goblins can’t have gods?”

Lowell spat in disgust. “A filthy, lowly creature like you dares compare itself to the Holy Church’s God? You exist only to be slaughtered by humans!”

Oliver sighed, then gestured to Goblin Crazy. “Are you and the others getting tired? Why is this fool still talking?”

“Boss! Don’t say that—I’m ready!” Goblin Crazy and the others eagerly returned to their work, their laughter echoing as Lowell’s rage and fear consumed him.

...

After dealing with Lowell, Oliver began preparing the tribe for the assault on the Bloodfang Tribe. He gathered the goblins and announced, “We’ll s*******r all the other goblins, but their leader must be captured alive. Now, start loading as much paralysis poison as possible into these iron barrels.”

Thanks to their newly developed ironworking, they produced several iron barrels. Eventually, they gathered more than ten barrels of paralysis poison.

“Let’s go. It’s time to deal with the Bloodfang Tribe.”

...

Meanwhile, within the Bloodfang Tribe.

“Boss, we’ve cleared all the surrounding goblin tribes and caves,” reported a goblin priest.

The Giant Hammer Goblin nodded in satisfaction. “Excellent! Now we can claim the entire western section of the Entranched Forest for the Bloodfang Tribe. Haha!”

“However, there’s still one large tribe to the south. They’re mostly just low-tier goblins, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

The priest’s expression grew uneasy. “But I did notice something strange—they have a lot of iron weapons, and they’ve even enslaved elves.”

The Giant Hammer Goblin immediately sat up. “Elves? They captured elves from the northern tribe?”

“It seems so. We should be cautious and plan to attack them soon, stealing their elves for ourselves,” the priest suggested with a smirk. Goblins, after all, were always ready to eliminate their competition.

The Giant Hammer Goblin thought for a moment. “Alright. We’ll head there soon.”

“Boss! There’s a goblin outside who wants to speak with us!” a voice suddenly shouted, breaking the quiet.

The visitor was none other than Oliver.

The Giant Hammer Goblin stormed out, gripping his massive bone hammer. He sneered, “What’s this? A lowly goblin? Kill him.”

“Bloodfang leader,” Oliver called out, “I know you’re a hero-class goblin with intelligence close to that of a human. That’s why I’ve come to talk.”

The Giant Hammer Goblin paused for a moment, noticing something different about Oliver. “Are you a mutant?”

“No, I’m just a bit smarter than the average goblin,” Oliver replied, his eyes narrowing. “I’m also the leader of the Heaven Slayer Tribe, the one you’ve heard about—the tribe that has enslaved elves.”

The Giant Hammer Goblin laughed heartily. “Priest! Is this the threat you mentioned from the southern tribe? This weakling? Haha!”

The priest, caught off guard, didn’t know what to say. When he had investigated, the tribe had seemed full of low-tier goblins. He hadn’t expected their leader to be this... underwhelming.

“Bloodfang leader, I’m here to propose an alliance,” Oliver said seriously. “If you join us, you’ll have access to as many elves and humans as you want. But there’s only one condition—you must submit to me.”

The Giant Hammer Goblin hesitated for a moment, then set down his hammer, his massive form towering over Oliver. He grabbed Oliver with one hand, lifting him off the ground. “Fool. I’ll kill you and take your elves for myself!”

As he prepared to crush Oliver, his fingers were suddenly severed by a sharp blade. Blood sprayed from his hand.

“Argh! Damn it! Kill him!” the Giant Hammer Goblin roared, stumbling backward.

In response, the entire Bloodfang tribe charged out. But they were unarmored and poorly armed with stones and wooden clubs.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, the sound of heavy, synchronized footsteps echoed from the dark forest.

“What’s happening? Is there a giant monster?” the Bloodfang goblins muttered in fear.

As the figures emerged, they realized the true source of their terror: dozens of goblin warriors marching in formation, clad in iron armor and wielding iron spears like a disciplined army.

“How can there be so many goblin warriors?!” the Bloodfang priest gasped, frozen in shock.

Realizing they were outmatched, he attempted to flee, but as he reached the edge of the camp, a sharp blade pierced his chest.

“Who…”

Before the priest could react, another blade struck him in the head, killing him instantly. It was Goblin Wind and his team of goblin assassins blending into the night with their Night Stealth skill. Even the goblins with night vision couldn’t detect them in the darkness.

As Goblin Wind gave the order, the assassins became invisible and infiltrated the Bloodfang camp. Meanwhile, the enraged Giant Hammer Goblin shouted, “No matter how many warriors they have, I’ll crush them all!”

He reached for his hammer again, but in the blink of an eye, another blade flashed, severing the rest of his fingers. Now, without any fingers, he couldn’t lift his massive weapon, leaving him significantly weakened.

“Damn it! What kind of sorcery is this?! I can’t hold my hammer!” he raged, swinging his fists wildly in frustration.

Seeing this, Goblin Wind said, “We’ve completed our task, retreat!”

The goblin assassins were incredibly fragile—if even a single punch hit them, they would likely die. So, they quickly retreated.

Outside the camp, the well-equipped goblin warriors were engaged in fierce combat. The low-level goblins charging at them were being slaughtered as quickly as cutting through vegetables, with several falling effortlessly.

The 300 goblins of the Bloodfang Tribe stood no chance. Even when their goblin warriors joined the fray, their attributes were only half as vital as Oliver’s forces, making them easy targets. Soon, only the frenzied Giant Hammer Goblin remained, swinging wildly.

“Master, Master!” At that moment, Oliver appeared with Evelria in tow. He ordered, “Use Holy Scripture Cage to trap him.”

“Yes, Master!” Evelria began chanting from the holy scripture, the magic book turning its pages by itself. A glowing orb formed into a cross and pierced the Giant Hammer Goblin’s body, trapping him in place, unable to move.

However, the spell wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.

Taking advantage of this window, Oliver quickly commanded, “Where’s the stuff? Pour it into his mouth! Then use the poison skill to bite him!”

A group of goblin assassins rushed forward, swiftly pouring the previously collected poison into the Giant Hammer Goblin’s mouth—the rest bit into him, injecting more poison.

“Damn it! Damn it!” The Giant Hammer Goblin used all his strength to break free from the trap, violently tossing away several nearby goblin warriors with immense power.

“Everyone, back off!” Oliver immediately ordered.

The Giant Hammer Goblin’s hate-filled eyes locked onto Oliver as he charged toward him in a blind fury.

Evelria prepared to cast another magic attack, but Oliver stopped her. “It’s fine, my dear pet.”

Boom!



A cloud of dust rose as the Giant Hammer Goblin collapsed in front of Oliver, fully paralyzed.