I, the Goblin King: Rise to Dominate the Other World-Chapter 100 – Crown or future

Lin Tian suddenly realized, no wonder the system simulation before had him dying outright.

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"Is the Lionheart Empire emptying its treasury for this battle? Even if they don't lose, if the casualties are severe, they could easily be annexed by enemy nations."

Alice's expression also grew serious upon hearing this.

No one expected that when this lion got angry, it could really be so formidable.

No wonder there's a saying that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.

They underestimated the seriousness of the opponent.

The Goblin Slayer shook his head, "We should leave. I can take control of a super-large tribe of the Overlord Type, and there's still a chance to rise again."

However, Lin Tian's expression was resolute, "Leave? Where can we go with so many goblins?"

Looking across the entire continent.

There's not an inch of land that can accommodate goblins.

They can only live in hiding, unless it's the Goblin King, but even then, they won't live long before being hunted down by humans or other races.

It's as if they were born to be fodder for others' experience.

Even Alice thought there was no chance of winning, "Messenger, we need to endure, because if we don't, the Church members might be completely wiped out."

"Yes, Boss, the Church has recalled about five thousand people from all over the world, five hundred of whom are Cross Guards in armor wielding great swords, and the other monks are also quite powerful."

Goblin Sky further explained.

Recalling the scene where he was being chased, it was a large group of monks pursuing him.

Leah's expression was one of disappointment and sadness, "So, we have no chance of winning, and all our efforts will be in vain?"

Everyone's spirits were somewhat low.

They didn't expect the opponent's combat power to have reached such a crushing level.

However, Lin Tian didn't care about the lives of these Goblin Minions or Great Types; if a fight was necessary, it had to happen.

Without fighting, there would never be a chance to turn the tables.

Only by fighting could they force the people of the Great Tomb to take action.

Only then would there be a chance for mutual destruction, allowing Lin Tian to reap the battlefield.

"Use all our strength! Forge more ironware and iron armor for me in these few days! Get to it immediately!"

Lin Tian's voice rose a few pitches, and he began to take action.

Everyone's somber mood was also affected.

They all started working.

The mighty Goblin army began charging towards the depths of the Great Tomb.

Not leaving a single iron ore untouched.

The intelligence of the current Goblin Minions was equivalent to that of the Great Types, fully understanding what they needed to do.

Inside the Great Tomb.

A water curtain-like projection was playing the events in the forest within the Dark Holy Temple.

It was those three eyeless witches, sharing the only eye to broadcast.

They were known as the 'Black Witches,' once human and loyal to the Church, but they were cursed by Bone King Veronica, becoming what they were now.

That eye was known as the Eye of God, capable of not only predicting the future but also seeing everything.

Sure enough, Lin Tian, who was anxiously searching for iron ore in the forest, sensed someone was spying on him.

However, he didn't pay it any mind, fortunately not having this feeling all the way before.

The snowfield side probably hadn't been discovered.

"What are they trying to do?"

Rebecca said with a face full of surprise, recalling previous events, "Sir, that goblin was very rude to me before, and I endured it."

"Don't worry, they're just pawns, destined to be obliterated."

Veronica said dismissively.

Then she looked at the Black Witches, "It seems a great battle is imminent, predict the final outcome."

The Black Witches dared not delay, holding the eyeball and chanting ancient spells.

Suddenly, the eyeball began to bleed!

The pain made them scream in agony.

"Lord Demon, the Pope is participating in this battle, we can't predict, but I vaguely saw..."

One of the Black Witches stammered, stopping mid-sentence.

Rebecca was a bit impatient, "Saw what?!"

The Black Witch hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, "I saw the birth of a new god..."

The three Black Witches had exaggerated expressions, stretching out their hands as if worshipping.

Veronica's expression turned gloomy, "Nonsense, if there were a god, I would already be dead, get out!"

Saying this, a wave of black magic power, like a ripple, sent the three flying, landing in the middle of the teleportation platform.

Sending them back up.

"A goblin can be used to such effect, you are truly remarkable, my lord."

Rebecca couldn't help but praise.

Although she disliked and was dissatisfied with Lin Tian, she genuinely acknowledged his abilities.

Veronica hadn't expected this either, "It's time to settle things with the Lionheart Empire and the Church, let's prepare as well, release that guy."

"Oh? Yes..."

...

A few more days passed.

The large furnaces Lin Tian built never stopped for a second.

Working overtime to forge iron armor and ironware.

At this moment in the Lionheart Empire.

Inside the royal city, there was a bustling noise, the residents had already put down their work, almost all joining the logistics.

Helping to transport iron, smelt iron, or hand over ironware.

Because of the nationwide effort, they were able to forge a hundred thousand full armors in just a few months.

And they also captured thirty thousand carnivorous horses in batches.

Imagine a powerful steed, with a fully armored man wielding a giant axe charging at you.

How would you dodge?

Many people would probably surrender in fear before even fighting.

"Today, the furnace fires have finally died down, the horn of victory will sound, our Lionheart Empire will rise from war and death, never to be defeated!

The Great Tomb threatens our families, friends, and our future!

And a group of heinous goblins!

We lions must protect our lionesses at home, eradicate them completely, leaving none behind!"

In the square of the royal city, Charles II passionately declared.

Below, a dense sea of a hundred thousand soldiers, a sight that shook the soul, shouted in unison, "Leave none behind!!!"

These hundred thousand soldiers were all well-equipped, clad in silver armor.

Reflecting beams of dazzling white light under the sun.

Like the radiance of victory.

Duke Klein was dressed in brand new gold and silver armor, his eyes filled with hatred.

He wished he could kill Lin Tian right now.

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Like a beast ready to charge out of its cage at any moment.

In addition, the Empire's Royal Knight Commander, Hamlet, and the group of imposing royal knights behind him were also restless.

Eager to slay the magical creatures.

This Royal Knight Corps was personally selected and trained by Charles II.

They were very powerful, having completed many cross-border missions.

Charles II, seeing the morale was good, smiled with satisfaction and then stepped back.

Next, the old but imposing Pope slowly stepped forward.

With a stomp of his holy staff, the lingering sound in the air was instantly cleared as if the world had pressed the mute button, becoming eerily silent.

Then, he finally spoke, "The enemies we face are not humans, but magical creatures. Before, your fathers may have participated in such battles, creating decades of peace for you.

But today, it's our turn to create a peaceful future for our descendants. Are you afraid of death?"

Every word of the old Pope was conveyed by the Cardinal, as his voice was no longer strong.

The crowd answered without hesitation, "Not afraid!!"

"May the Lord bless us..."

The old Pope said, making a sign of the cross.

Then he began to perform a mass blessing, his staff bursting with radiant light, "Luck Blessing, Advanced Defense Blessing, Advanced Strength Blessing, Advanced Speed Blessing, Advanced..."

It wasn't just him.

All the monks began to bless the entire army.

Beams of holy light shot into the sky!

Transforming into starlight, scattering among the soldiers.

It was extremely awe-inspiring.

The soldiers felt the changes in their bodies, excited beyond measure.

Unfortunately, there were too many people, and each person received only a small blessing, but it was better than nothing.

"Your Majesty, are you sure you want to take all one hundred thousand elite soldiers? What about your citizens?"

The old Pope turned, his golden eyes heavy as he spoke to Charles II.

This was essentially the entire military strength of the Lionheart Empire.

The rest were the elderly, weak, sick, and soldiers without armor or decent weapons.

If an enemy nation sent one or two thousand elite soldiers, they could easily sweep through.

Charles II, with a serious expression, gazed into the distance, seemingly at peace, "I won't let everyone die for a crown. To eradicate the Great Tomb, we must give it our all."

He had already informed the city's residents and soldiers.

If an enemy nation invaded, they should surrender immediately.

Join them, that was all.

Of course, this information was also relayed by enemy scouts.

Upon hearing this, the enemy king had no intention of invading and even strictly ordered that no baron or lord should take advantage of the Lionheart Empire.

In the face of magical creatures.

The human race was still united.

Otherwise, they would have been ruled by magical creatures long ago.

"May the Lord be with you, Amen..."

A trace of surprise and admiration flashed in the old Pope's eyes.

After speaking, he stepped back.

At this point, Charles II stood high above, looking down at the hundred thousand elite soldiers below, "Shing!"

He drew the royal sword with a flourish, "Soldiers, march forward! Trample that evil, dark land to pieces, leaving not an inch behind!!!"

The mighty army collectively turned!

And began to advance!

The grand momentum seemed to condense into a lion, ready to hunt its prey.

The old Pope, along with the Holy Mother, Cardinal, one hundred Cross Guards, ten Holy Temple Guards, and over four thousand monks and nuns.

After chanting the last verse of the Bible, they too began to move forward.