From Goblin To Goblin God Ch 16 Novels & Stories

"Chieftain Gideon! Come see quickly! The twenty snake eggs at Jared's place are breaking out of their shells!" The moment those words left his mouth, absolutely everyone lost interest in discussing territorial borders. After all, even the Ula Tribe had caught wind of the rumors that our tribe possessed a divine lady who had delivered twenty A-rank snake eggs. The crowd swarmed out, rushing straight toward Chloe's cave. By this point, the vast majority of the tribe's shifters had gathered, packing the space so densely that Gideon had to physically squeeze his way inside. Right as he forced his way through, the very first snake pup broke through its shell. It was a tiny black snake.

But Xiao Chen merely smiled, paying no heed to what this creature—who called himself a god—had to say. “It doesn’t matter. Even though you’re already dead, if you’d stayed calm here… you might have been able to reincarnate. But now that you’ve met me… don’t count on reincarnation, because I won’t let you go that easily!” said Xiao Chen, who was now standing right in front of the spirit. One of his eyes was blood-red and the other was white, as if there were both good and evil within Xiao Chen’s eyes.

HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 61: The Closed Circuit The quiet in the town square was not peaceful. It was heavy. It was the physical weight of a thousand people collectively deciding that tomorrow did not matter. Sable went to her knees on the cobblestones. She did not fall gracefully. She simply stopped holding herself up. Cord went down with her, catching her shoulders, but Sable did not look at him. She looked at the cobblestones. "Why are we standing," Sable whispered.

Their eyes gleamed with crimson-red light, and their bodies seemed way stronger than usual goblins. They raised their weapons, which seemed made of black rock and infused with some spirit stones, releasing some fire and wind elements from them. "Interesting… Black and Gray Goblins? Are these variants due to this dungeon being made by my lord?" wondered Belphegor. Chaos, however, flew towards the Goblins while flapping his draconic wings. He decided to fight on his humanoid form this time, as he quickly activated several skills at the same time, mostly those of self-strengthening such as Orc's Strong Physique or the Giant's Skills. Additionally, he loaded himself with the Nether Wyvern Skills

A wound appeared on her side and he'd done that. He growled in triumph, but it was short-lived as the goblin threw herself at him. As much as he outweighed her, she had momentum on her side. He held onto her, his talons digging into her as his other warm went down to break his fall. The goblin stole a glance behind him and growled. "Stop!" a voice sounded from the doorway. ***

Gabriel says. I leap over the area where the patrols run, and we make our way to the packhouse. Gabriel makes sure the way is clear, then we climb the stairs to the Alpha floor. I haven’t been here since I was banished by my sperm donor. I feel Fergus stirring in my head. ‘Something wrong, Fergus?’ I ask him. ‘I’m not sure,’ he says. We get to Sloane’s door, the one Gabriel directed us to and I listen, making sure she’s asleep.

The student glanced up but saw nothing above. Gildeon did. Ghulik was up there, clinging to the ceiling like some grotesque insect. Thick strings of saliva dangled from his gaping maw. He’d doubled in size. Veins bulged beneath his pale gray skin, pulsing like trapped worms. His eyes glowed crimson, the pupils now gone. ‘Ghulik!’ Gildeon called out, telepathically. Nothing. The goblin didn’t flinch. Its gaze darted across the crowd below, scanning for the next victim.

Zen explained. Goblins aren’t monsters with naturally gifted physical or spiritual talents. A hobgoblin evolution was considered uncommon, and brutes were rare. A goblin mage was a terrible foreshadowing because when there was a magician and not a shaman, they were more intelligent than hobgoblins. After dealing with a hobgoblin commander, Zen finally understood why Stoneberry Keep was suffering. The hobgoblin commander at the main camp keeping Gunter busy was merely a distraction. If the magician was the leader, everything they faced was most likely a decoy.

Blood flecked it's thin lips, but Bailey only shook it. "How dare you." She hissed. "How dare you touch what is mine." Blisters rose on the Goblin's gray leathery skin, "I don't know who this Arawn is, but here's a message for your 'Lord', if he seeks to harm what is mine, I will raze his flesh from his bones and piss in his ashes." Bailey flung the goblin and it smacked against a tree. It pulled itself up, it's mangled face a mask of terror before it loped off into the darkness. Bailey turned to Tobin, on the ground and unnaturally still. Dark stains married his pale skin and his leg was at an odd angle. Bailey still shone with the light of the sun, her Magick whipping around her in deadly

but do you have any clan you know the old goblin asked well leave that to me ,the imp replied with a smile . After talking about random stuffs , the goblins and the imps wanted to part ways but one of the goblins stopped and said wait to the other creatures...what now ...one if the inks asked ..well our plan I knkw is going to work but dont you think we need something more powerful ?..the goblin asked knowing exactly what he meant, well what I mean is that judging of the king and queen's power who do you think we should drench blood from?