Goblin Dependency-Chapter 243 - 132: Death Cloud Technique_3

However, the current difficulties would not possibly make them surrender without a fight.

In fact, at the moment when Cornell roared to point out the target, even before his magic wand had struck down.

His teammates had already each displayed their abilities, forcibly regaining their mobility under the heavy pressure of gravity.

"Roar!!!"

With a breath of wild and frantic energy, an invisible sound wave swept through the nest.

Swelling, writhing muscles seemed to burst through the green skin covering them, with blinding fresh blood seeping from the pores.

Half orc Volga roared, as if some invisible flame in his heart was igniting fiercely, enveloping his body. Slowly, he rose from a position with limbs on the ground.

At the forefront of the team, the silent human warrior suddenly took a step forward.

The iron boots were still deeply sunk in the soil, but the head, which had been lowered due to gravitational suppression, was now lifted.

Gazing coldly through the streamlined helmet’s hollowed-out eyes at the distant Black Robe Goblins.

In just a few breaths, relying purely on physical strength, he had adapted to the doubled gravity around him.

The battle was about to break out.

And it was only at this moment that the small, hunched goblin dressed in black robes finally finished its pious hymn to the "Holy Object" bestowed by the main god.

With murky eyes in the shadow of its hood, it looked at the figures near the altar ahead.

"Blasphemers."

"I grant you death."

Its withered arms slowly extended upwards, as if embracing some invisible presence in the air.

Boom——

As if someone had pressed the mute button again, the previously silent nest was suddenly filled with a clutter of rumbling noise.

It was a torrent of discordant screams, gathering countless goblins’ sharp howls.

The green-skinned goblins, confined within the honeycomb-like caves in the stone walls of the nest, swarmed out like a tidal wave.

The air was thick with frenzy and madness, almost to the point of becoming tangible.

The pus-green light gradually took shape between the Black Robe Goblin’s hands, its lips moving as strange and obscure words echoed off the stone walls.

With a slight grip of the withered fingers, the green light transformed into illusory raindrops, falling into the tide formed by the goblins.

"Creak."

The air suddenly filled with a sound so harsh it made one’s teeth ache.

It was the sound of rapidly swelling muscles and bones grinding violently against each other.

The jagged bodies filled and swelled visibly to the naked eye, as their lifespan was sacrificed, eliciting the strength hidden deep within their blood.

Grow, expand...

The goblins, originally only as tall as the average person’s thigh, quickly grew to chest-height on an adult, just seconds after being struck by the pus-green light dot.

Their skin surface was covered by a nauseating ghostly green glow.

Meanwhile, the massive yellow-green cloud, infused with magic particles, the "Five-Ring Death Cloud Technique," cast by Cornell at the start of the battle, drifted close to the Black Robe Goblin with sounds of corrosion and howling wind.

No evasion, no defensive action at all.

The Black Robe Goblin remained motionless, standing on the altar, without a twitch of movement.

And just as the toxic vapor of the "Death Cloud Technique" was about to engulf it.

The silver-white gravitational device atop its head suddenly accelerated its rotation, with invisible energy rippling.

Like a miniature black hole, the toxic gas bound and guided by magic seemed to meet its nemesis.

Absorbed rapidly, dissolving and fading away.

The tearing clouds emitted faint phosphorescence as misty strands collided, with deep green halos of disintegration flickering within.

In the blink of an eye, this mass, containing immense magic power and cast by a Level 9 Mage, the Five-Ring Spell, was about to completely dissipate under the seizing force of the gravitational waves of the iron ball, turning into gas rings orbiting the sphere.

After releasing the spell, Cornell, who had disregarded the battlefield situation and focused on chanting his spells, finally completed his pre-cast preparations at this moment.

He concentrated fiercely!

The distant yellow-green cloud cluster, on the verge of dissolution, instantly condensed under the spiritual power of the spellcaster, faintly constructing a vague pattern between its cloud strands.

Simultaneously, the totem-like patterns on the surface of the chest armor of the half orc Volga beside him erupted with silver light.

5th Ring, Magic System, [Teleportation Array - VI Type Improved Version].

Buzz——

Silver light flashed.

The half orc, covered in blood droplets, filled with rage, with muscle swelling almost to its peak.

Was teleported into the green cloud in front of the Black Robe Goblin.

From the divine arts previously cast by the enemy, it could be confirmed that this Bear Goblin, draped in black robes and significantly smaller and more frail than its kin, should be a Priest serving their main god "Magrubie."

Most likely from the "War Domain."

Undoubtedly, it belonged to the class of long-range spellcasters.

In such a scenario, with Volga, of the "barbarian" class, suddenly closing in.

Even if he couldn’t kill it on the spot, at the very least, he could cause some trouble and divert the opponent’s attention.

Allowing the golden haired Elf, who had long vanished from his side and now approached the altar with the breeze, a precious opportunity to strike.

Whether to first destroy that silver-white device constantly emitting gravitational waves, or to execute a beheading plan, pincer attack, taking down the Black Robe Goblin...

"Rrip."

Cornell’s thoughts suddenly froze, and his slightly pale face from continuous casting under heavy pressure instantly became extremely stiff.

It was saw the half orc Volga, teleported to the enemy’s front, roaring as he charged at the opponent.

This time suddenly stopped in place.

To the left of his chest was a massive, bloody hole exposed to the front and back.

In the corresponding wizened hand of the Black Robe Goblin, there was now a heart, still pumping blood and throbbing.

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