Chapter two hundred and sixty-four the resistance of the goblins
The goblins' solution to this problem is to prepare an extra copy.
This kind of war preparation did not last long, and the goblin sentry from the door blew a whistle.
"Ahhhh——"
"Devils, the demons are coming!"
Under the dazzling sunlight, a torrent of water was pouring down from the sky, and squirming insects rumbled to the ground.
The mountains and the earth are all bare, and there are even some scorched earth that still reflects the dazzling sunlight, making it look colorful.
Boom boom boom——
Those squirming scarlet worms hit the ground, colliding softly together, then opened their mouths wide and spit out lumps of monsters with mucus.
They have unicorn armor or messy hair, or have other characteristics, but they all carry an aura of violence and lava.
Demons, no matter which race's words they are from, carry a connotation of extreme contempt and fear. If translated into the words of elves, they are also demons, and they come from the abyss.
The noisy, thin little figures were shouting, then roaring, running in and out of the cave, looking like a mess.
There were also some goblins holding bombs and running towards the demons as if they were dead.
"Don't shake violently, don't, it will explode..."
boom--
Before a goblin could finish speaking, one of the goblins holding a bomb exploded on the spot.
"Wow, I told you it would explode."
"It's too fast, these guys are coming too fast, we haven't had time to build bigger guys, bigger, bigger."
The hurried goblins held bombs and rushed towards the goblin helicopters or goblin tanks that were pushed out.
"Here, hang it up, hang it up, hang two more."
"No, I won't be able to fly if I hang up again."
Most of those demons had no intelligence at all, and those with eyes were in chaos. They just roared and rushed towards them.
"Throw it away, throw it away, throw it away, throw it away quickly."
The goblins who ran first had already collided head-on with the demons, and the bombs roared amidst the violent shock of landing.
Boom boom boom——
The alchemy-processed bombs exploded among the demons one after another. Not only were they bloody and bloody, but they were at least horrific and bought some time for the goblins behind them.
The goblins hung with bombs kept throwing bombs forward, making booming explosions, and metal fragments kept penetrating.
With each explosion, they made cheering sounds.
"Oh, that's great-"
"We are the Sons of Steel."
"Oh, explosion-"
"We are children of fire."
"Oh, it's so beautiful——"
"We are the children of steam."
It has to be said that the goblins are really talented in the field of explosions, or this is the talent hidden in their blood.
The three gods are life, death and wisdom.
Bringing them fire, steel, and technology.
They used technology to restrain flames and obtained warmth; they used technology to restrain steel and obtained swords.
They used flames to smelt steel and achieved technological development and civilization.
They use steel to restrain the flames, and what they get is the art of explosion.
boom--
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"What's this?"
"Their means of resistance?"
Among the demons, several demons who were obviously high-level were talking.
In order to protect themselves, they all grew thick armor, while other low-level demons had blisters on their bodies or shriveled up like corpses.
The abyss is not a good place, it is just the last stubbornness of a group of guys who should disappear.
They divide their territories and travel to the material world just to plunder life and resources.
Then, pull the material world into the embrace of the abyss.
If they succeed in pulling a material world into the abyss, then the will of the abyss will give them unimaginable benefits.
Not long ago, the lords of the abyss joined forces to suppress the three gods of the material world, and what they have to do now is to bring these remaining lives back to the abyss. Whether they are slaves or food, they are all excellent.
But now it seems that these short guys don't want to give up just like that.
"Steel and fire? Machinery?" A demon had a pair of huge horns on his head. He smiled ferociously, "Maybe we should let those guys who play with machines deal with them."
"Haha, that's true." The demons laughed together, looking very contemptuous.
For them, these simple machines really are nothing.
The saddest thing is that your greatest resistance is worthless in the eyes of others.
However, this is not entirely the case.
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"Discover new world nodes."
"Discovering the twisted structure of space."
“Discovering life in conflict.”
"Warning, this world has unusual existences."
"Warning, this world is extremely dangerous."
"Warning, the minimum level to enter this world is level 21."
In the veins of the World Tree, the Astral Mage Tower shines with vigilant light.
The elf mage on duty opened his eyes and looked at the coordinates of a star realm.
"A new world, a new life?"
He sighed a little, then stretched out his hand to summarize the information into one, and sent it to the astral mages who were waiting to be fed.
"January 25, 407 in the Elven Calendar."
"The 18th material realm of life has been discovered."
"The mage group under our jurisdiction is ready to develop."
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"Recruit high-level combat forces, the pioneering team is ready to open up a new world, and the legend begins."
"Mage, knight first."
"This development carries great risks, and there is a risk of divine intervention. Please be mentally prepared."
On the branches of the World Tree, the large platform that exists in the dimensional gap is in full swing.
The astral mages opened the sign of the New World Development Group, recruiting legendary combat power.
The practitioners here are all unofficial practitioners, and the real official practitioners have entered a class and have been divided into professions.
For example, the fort mage abandons other expertise and highlights the sharp point of the fort.
Another example is the trapped knight, who mainly breaks the magic field, just like kicking the door with a sharp knife, and other professionals are responsible for the fire coverage.
Just like the fighter jets on Earth, the stealth fighter is responsible for kicking in the door, then turning around and running away. Whether it is bombing, confrontation, or bombardment, other bombers, helicopters, or tanks will handle it.
But folk practitioners are different.
Their failure to join the official means that they have concerns of one kind or another. Some are really capable, but some are not very capable and have to find something to do.
And opening up a new world has become a place for these unofficial practitioners to make money.
Privately, humans from Earth refer to this as pioneering wasteland.
"I want to participate."
"As for me, he's the fort mage type."
An elf with colorful hair took his nameplate, handed it to the front desk, and printed out his information.