38: Chapter 38: Destroy the Goblin Tribe!

Lin Yin's "Full Moon Judgment" could be called the ultimate method for targeted elimination; using it to kill a Bronze 3-star Goblin leader was simply using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Lin Feng's "Command of a Thousand Armies" was an even more massive, legion-level area-of-effect damage skill; using it against this rabble was a complete steamroll.

But on second thought, he grinned: "Though, this is good too. Now we finally know how powerful our 'anti-aircraft guns' are! At this stage, even if a Bronze 8 or 9-star monster showed up, as long as it wasn't too ridiculous, it probably wouldn't be able to withstand these two hits. If there are many of them... hehe, we have plenty of people, we can just rotate our skills!"

The goal of testing in actual combat had been achieved; now, it was time to finish them off completely.

"Lin Yan!" Lin Tian waved his hand spiritedly. "Lead the Mystic Rock Spirit Guards and press forward! The Heavy Armored Spearmen will follow, and the Moon Shadow Archers will provide covering fire! Lin Feng, Lin Yin, you two have free rein—end this battle as quickly as possible!"

"Understood!"

"As you command!"

Lin Yan silently raised the giant shield in his hand and slammed it heavily into the ground.

The three hundred Mystic Rock Spirit Guards, like mountains receiving an order, let out a low roar in unison and began to advance toward the valley with heavy, rhythmic steps.

Every step they took caused the earth to tremble slightly, and their thick, profound yellow radiance merged into one, like a moving city wall.

The Heavy Armored Spearmen followed closely behind, their long spears like a forest, reflecting the sunlight with a cold glint.

The Moon Shadow Archers spread out their formation, occupying the high ground, their cold arrows aimed at any green figure attempting to resist or flee.

Lin Feng, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, led a team of elite spearmen straight into the chaotic group of Goblins.

His spear moved like a dragon, and he was invincible.

Lin Yin was like a reaper under the moon, her figure drifting along the edge of the battlefield.

With every soft twang of her bowstring, a Goblin was precisely sniped.

The battle, or more accurately, the massacre.

The Goblin tribe's morale had already collapsed, and their organization was lax; in the face of absolute strength and discipline, their resistance was pitifully weak.

The main time consumption was spent chasing down the routed Goblins who saw the situation was dire and fled in all directions.

They scurried into the mountain forests and rock crevices like frightened rats, causing some trouble for the mopping-up operation.

About half an hour later, the valley returned to silence, though the air was filled with the thick scent of blood and burnt odors.

The last Goblin, hiding in a tattered wooden barrel, was dragged out and finished off, marking the complete annihilation of Gluck's tribe.

Counting the spoils of war was a pleasant task.

Although the Goblin tribe itself was poor and backward, they were numerous, and having entrenched themselves here for quite some time, they had accumulated quite a lot.

After destroying the entire Goblin tribe, the panel provided a direct notification.

[Congratulations! You have destroyed a small Goblin tribe and obtained the following supplies]

wood × 10,000 units, iron ore × 1,000 units, stone × 5,000 units.

Disposable Arrow Tower Construction Blueprints (Disposable) × 25! This was undoubtedly a huge fortune.

black iron Chests × 60, Silver Chests × 5.

There were also various crude, rusty, but barely usable knives, axes, short spears, etc., totaling about 400 items.

Although the quality was low, Lin Tian thought about it and decided to take them away; he would give them to Master Blacksmith Li Zhenguo to be remelted and reforged in the evening.

Spirit Crystals: This was the biggest harvest!

Each Bronze-grade Goblin (1-3 stars) contributed between 15-25, and each black iron-grade one had 1-9.

Many a little makes a mickle; the final count of Spirit Crystals from the Goblin tribe's warehouse inventory made Lin Tian's eyes glaze over—a full 10,000!

"We're rich! We're really rich this time!"

Looking at the mountains of supplies, Lin Tian couldn't stop grinning; the previous feeling of "waste" from using "anti-aircraft guns to swat mosquitoes" had long since been cast to the back of his mind.

This harvest far exceeded expectations!

Transportation became a sweet burden.

A large amount of supplies needed to be moved back and forth, and even after mobilizing all available hands, it wasn't until nightfall that the last batch of spoils was safely transported back to the territory.

Standing in front of the territory where the lights were just beginning to flicker on, watching the soldiers returning fully loaded with high morale, and seeing the mountains of resources in the warehouse, Lin Tian felt a surge of heroic pride.

This battle not only tested the terror of their top-tier combat power, trained the new recruits, and cleared the threat from their bedside, but it also obtained massive resources sufficient to support another leap in the territory's development!

Lin Tian was very satisfied.

"Although Goblins are weak, their sincerity in uniting to 'deliver packages' is quite sufficient!"

He summarized humorously, drawing knowing smiles from the generals beside him.

Nightfall, like a heavy velvet cloth soaked in ink, slowly covered the Eternal Continent.

The ordinary monsters that were active during the day seemed to hibernate collectively, and in their place, another kind of heart-palpitating existence began to stir.

Outside the territory's protective barrier, from the deep darkness, came bursts of hissing and friction sounds completely different from those of the day.

The sounds were more violent and chaotic, mixed with the teeth-grinding sound of bones shifting and mucus squirming.

Streaks of scarlet gaze slowly approached from the shadows of the jungle, staring fixedly at the warm light within the territory, filled with undisguised greed and bloodthirst.

Nightfall, like a heavy velvet cloth soaked in ink, slowly covered the Eternal Continent.

The ordinary monsters that were active during the day seemed to hibernate collectively, and in their place, another kind of heart-palpitating existence began to stir.

The soldiers had just finished their sumptuous dinner, and the fatigue after the battle began to well up.

According to custom, this should be the time to dismiss and rest.

However, Lin Tian did not intend to do so; he wanted to attempt a major event tonight.

Standing on the high ground illuminated by the bonfire, he announced loudly: "Everyone rest for half an hour, then assemble here; I have other arrangements!"

Once the order was given, although the soldiers were a bit confused, out of absolute trust and obedience, there was no clamor.

They knew that the Lord never acted without a purpose.

In the flickering firelight, a slender figure faintly shrouded in moonlight walked over lightly.

It was Lin Yin.

She was wearing the Holy Envoy of the Profound Moon robe from the day, which coexisted with sanctity and majesty; the hem of the robe seemed to still be stained with some dark marks that hadn't been completely wiped away.

She came to a position slightly behind Lin Tian's side, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Lin Tian with clear eyes that held a trace of confusion.

As she approached, a unique aura faintly drifted over—it was the faint, cold fragrance inherent to her, like an epiphyllum under the moon, but at this moment, this cold fragrance seemed to be blended with a trace of the faint scent of blood and fire remaining from the day's fierce battle.

It was not unpleasant; on the contrary, it strangely mixed into a kind of awe-inspiring scent that belonged to a battlefield powerhouse, carrying a slight sense of distance.

"Lord," her voice was a few degrees softer than the moonlight, but her tone still carried the steadiness from when she was commanding during the day, "tonight... what other arrangements are there? The soldiers have been tired for a day, should they..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was very clear.

Lin Tian, who was concentrating on observing the darkness outside the protective barrier, subconsciously turned his head.

With this turn of his head, Lin Yin's exquisite face, close at hand, appeared exceptionally clear under the intertwining of the flickering firelight and the clear moonlight.

The murderous aura from the daytime battlefield had quietly receded, but the sharpness belonging to a powerhouse between her brows and a trace of imperceptible fatigue had not yet completely dissipated.

That unique aura, mixed with cold fragrance and faint blood-evil, drifted over gently with her breathing.