Kneeling before the New Chosen Ones

The instant he hit the home run, Geb rushed toward home plate—the campfire.

"It's Geb!" A goblin rushed up to block Geb's path.

Gebu didn't have time to fight these brats. He raised his hand and fired a fire arrow, burning the guy to the ground.

Turning around again, I saw that Tongtong and the old shaman had collided and disappeared into the campfire in an instant!

"Poke!!"

Geb was extremely anxious. He took a step forward and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ribs—he had been hit by the log, tripped and fallen, and then swung the baseball bat with all his might, causing his injuries to flare up instantly.

It hurts... bear with it! Otherwise, I'll be stabbed and burned to death!

Gebu gritted his teeth and rushed to the campfire in two strides.

All he could see was flames... The goblin wizard leaned into the fire, the flames stinging his face, and he felt like he was being roasted alive...

"call!"

A giant hand suddenly emerged from the flames and grabbed at Gebu's face!

"What the hell!"

The goblin jerked back, and the old shaman, his upper body ablaze, pulled himself out of the collapsed campfire!

The creature looked as if it were encased in lava, its oak bark filled with embers. Its mangled fingers dug into the ground, as it grotesquely crawled outwards!

"...Ge...bu!!!"

Driven by hatred, the monster shouted Gebu's name. His voice was distorted; his vocal cords had been burned away, leaving only a hissing sound from his throat.

Geb was terrified. He sat on the ground and retreated desperately as the fire monster crawled toward him, its withered claws flailing wildly, about to pierce the goblin's belly...

In the nick of time, a little fire spirit leaped out from the monster's back and pounced on the old shaman's exposed skull!

Two daggers plunged into the gaps in the bone! The monster let out a mournful howl. The red-eyed goblin braced the daggers with its foot, then pried them open, forcefully ripping open the old shaman's skull—

Poo Poo was burning with anger. He didn't care about anything else and squatted down to poke the old shaman's head repeatedly. In an instant, brains splattered everywhere and blood and flesh flowed out!

"Poke poke poke poke poke!" The goblin's hand moved rapidly, creating afterimages; its hand speed was over a thousand.

The monster continued to struggle, but its stabbing suddenly struck some vital spot. The old shaman snorted, his body shuddered, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed in front of Gebu with a thud.

As the old shaman fell, the shovel, which had been used with all its might, fell from his head. Overloaded, it ran out of power and lay helplessly on the ground, with embers still clinging to its back.

"Poke...poke poke!"

Gebu realized what was happening and quickly took off his robe, then proceeded to pounce on the red-eyed goblin, extinguishing the flames. He then pulled out a healing potion and hurriedly poured it into the goblin's mouth.

It's ripe, it's ripe... The cucumber goblin was burned and turned into an eggplant goblin—

Gebu slapped his face hard. "Don't die! The war is over! You can't die!"

There was no response when poked, and the medicine that had been poured in was leaking from the corner of his mouth...

"Get up, you idiot!" Gebu shouted in a hurry, pulling Tongtong up by the shoulder and slapping him hard across the face!

"Snapped!"

My hand hurts so much! I forgot it was solid!

"cough!"

The red-eyed goblin jolted and coughed up the healing potion that had gotten into his lungs. Gebu reacted instantly and covered his mouth, "Don't waste it!"

"Glug—" The medicine that had been coughed up was swallowed back into the stomach.

Tongtong blinked at Gebu.

He didn't die...that's great...

Gebu looked at the monster in front of him with lingering fear—the creature's lower body was still in the fire, flames licking his legs and crawling up his skin.

The potion's effects seemed to wear off; the old shaman's corpse began to shrink, the bark peeling off his body, and in less than ten seconds, he reverted to his hunched goblin form.

You like rituals, don't you...? Magnubi, Gebu will burn you a spirit-inspiring one tonight...

Gebu got up, clutching his stomach, and kicked the old shaman in the chest, sending him flying into the fire pit.

call!

The old goblin was engulfed in flames.

The bright flames illuminated the night sky.

Won?

Geb thought of it.

Won!

But it's not over yet...

He looked toward the center of the camp. The effects of the cloud spell were slowly dissipating. Countless corpses lay scattered throughout the goblin camp, and the goblins howled in agony under the towering flames.

The remaining few dozen goblins stopped fighting. As the fog cleared, they realized that most of them had been killing each other. Realizing what had just happened, they turned their heads in pairs towards the campfire…

Next is the final step in the plan.

Zhengebu looked at the fake Zhengebu beside him—this silent phantom had successfully served as bait. This was his last ring position; its duration hadn't expired yet, so he had to make the most of it.

Gebu made the phantom move to his position, overlapping with his main body. Then he manipulated the ether to make the phantom grow to a height of three meters—taller than the enlarged old shaman.

This three-meter-tall Gebu has mammoth-like tusks, a body full of muscles, eyes that blaze with fire, and a lion-like beard and wild boar-like bristles—yes, it's meant to be scary!

Geb amplified his voice with a secondary phantom, making it sound as if hundreds of voices were speaking at once, sending chills down one's spine.

"The Broken Tooth Tribe!"

"The false shaman is dead! Lay down your weapons and surrender! Come! Kneel before the new chosen god!"

The goblins dragged their terrified bodies to the center of the square, their unfocused eyes reflecting the blazing campfire.

Seeing that the goblins had almost gathered, Geb shouted loudly through the phantom!

"Kneel down!"

The goblins did not kneel; they simply stared blankly at the enormous phantom.

They were caught off guard... Geb thought.

Indeed, in such a short time, they had encountered forces they had never seen in their entire lives, facing flames, magic, and death—the goblins' little brains had completely shut down.

Hmm... we need to give them some guidance.

He searched the forest with his eyes and spotted the only remaining living red goblin.

Gebu used a telepathic spell to speak to the man: "Chosen servant of God, come forward. Kneel."

The goblin seemed to have suffered severe psychological trauma, offering no resistance whatsoever, and numbly obeying orders as it walked to the front of the crowd.

thump.

As the first goblin knelt down, the legs of the other goblins buckled, and they all collapsed to their knees like grass in the wind.

Only one stubborn fellow remained, blind in one eye, who refused to kneel down.

"The old shaman is the one from the Broken Tooth tribe..."

Before Lin could finish speaking, Tuantuan pounced over and pinned him to the ground, stabbing him repeatedly.

Wailing...groaning...silence.

"Who else?" Geb asked.

silence.

silence.

They were scared, exhausted, and chickened out...

They no longer had any thought; they just numbly did what other goblins did.

At this point, the matter is settled.

It's finally done...

Gebu's nose tingled, and his throat tightened.

One night when he was cultivating alone, he imagined this scene: the entire tribe submitting to him and kneeling before him... but in his imagination, there was not so much blood, nor so much fire.

Is it worth it?

No, now is not the time to be soft-hearted.

The camp can be rebuilt, the dead goblins can be replenished, and most importantly, that troublesome old shaman has been eliminated.

I, Gebu, am the new master of the Broken Tooth Tribe!

Geb made the illusion raise its hands and say to the goblins in the camp:

"The old shaman is dead! This is the will of Magnubiye!"

"No more lies, no more deception... I will convey His will to you without reservation through the sacred connection with Magnubier!"

"Cruel, ruthless, and cunning! We goblins are the true masters of this forest! Follow Goblin, and we fear neither beasts, nor kobolds... nor even humans! Every forest in the Broken Tooth tribe will have meat at every meal, metal armor and weapons in every forest, and we'll return laden with spoils after every raid!"

"Under the leadership of God-chosen Gebu, the Broken Tooth Tribe will reach new heights!"

"Gebu! Gebu! Gebu! Gebu!"

Geb brazenly called out his name—Pompom chimed in from the side, this guy covered in blood, the goblin he had stabbed to death was still twitching on the ground.

At first, Lin didn't respond—but slowly, small voices joined in Gebu's chants.

Yeah, what choices do these goblins have?

"Gebu...Gebu...Gebu..."

They're just a bunch of lowly goblins.

"Gebu! Gebu! Gebu!"

Obey, or die... It's a choice with no other option.

The slogan grew louder and louder, and the goblins in the camp were infected by this emotion. One by one, they raised their heads and looked at Geb's silent phantom—as if they themselves had become part of that powerful illusion.

The illusion of individual forests has become the illusion of collective forests.

Under the campfire, the silent phantom raised its hand and saluted the sky repeatedly, stirring the goblins' emotions, which burned fiercely along with the flames.

Just as the forest was gaining momentum, a noise came from the entrance of the camp.

The wooden gate was kicked open and fell to the ground with a thud... Gebu looked up.

Boss Xiong has returned with his men? The timing is about what I expected.

Perfect timing, the silent phantom is still there, let's fool it together.

"Witness! The miracle of Magnubier! His champion has rejoined our ranks!"

The silent phantom pointed towards the camp gate, and all the goblins turned their gaze in that direction.

The burly figure of the bear goblin appeared in the doorway. In the darkness, her expression was not visible; only her figure remained fixed in the doorway, not entering.

Stunned? Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do!

"The old shaman deceived you, but his lies are over! He has been abandoned by the gods and become a sacrifice in the fire—come, goblin, kneel before the chosen ones of Magnubiye!"

Gebu shouted at the bear leader. The bear goblin still didn't react and just stood there.

Gebu frowned and used a communication technique to directly send the information into the bear boss's mind.

"Now that you have seen the true God, why do you not kneel!"

The goblin was silent for a moment, then suddenly his legs gave way and he knelt down.

"That's right, you..." Gebu's communication spell hadn't finished...

A beam of golden light shot out from the bear goblin's chest!

The golden light rose and fell, splitting the entire Boss Bear in two, bones and flesh separated!

What?!

Suddenly, the echo of a communication spell resounded in Geb's mind.

"Foolish goblin, how dare you blaspheme the name of God!!!"

The little goblin instantly plunged into the icy valley—that sound wasn't from a bear goblin…

The witch hunter vulture's grim face emerged in the holy light. His face was covered in blood and grime, and his armor was stained with entrails and pieces of flesh. Behind him, a dozen tall figures were faintly visible.

"Kill all these little bastards, and then bring that book back to me!"