activa-t Chapter 67 Goblins: Revelation
Chapter 67 Goblins: Revelation
Crackling sound.
The old shaman's prayer book burned in the campfire, the ancient Goblin script losing its shape on the charred paper.
The old shaman never understood the book—Grandma White didn't teach him all the ancient goblin script, and the old shaman wasn't a good student either.
Like those ancient texts, the stories written in this prayer book will eventually be lost in the long river of time…
The Old Books of the Gods: The Gospel of Magnubier
Revelation 4:11
"...On the third day after Magnubier abandoned Goblinstein, fire fell from the sky."
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A goblin, engulfed in flames, wandered aimlessly through the middle of the camp, seemingly unaware that he was on fire.
He raised his hand and saw the flames burning through his skin, slowly devouring the white fat beneath.
"Fire... Am I dead?"
After saying this, he seemed to understand something all at once. He bent his knees, knelt on the ground, and stood there motionless—he had turned into a goblin-shaped torch.
Behind that torch, the entire camp was ablaze.
"Whoosh! Bang!"
The human paladin in black leather armor dodged the collapsing tent—he raised his hand to shield himself from the scorching flames, took two steps back, and frowned.
A young witch hunter smashed the skull of a fleeing goblin with a chain mace. He ran two steps to the vulture and shouted:
"Father, should we put out the fire?"
"No need to save them, the flames will help us drive these little beasts away and corner them—guard the camp exits, don't let a single goblin out! If you see that magical goblin, notify everyone immediately to hunt it down!" Vulture said quickly and decisively.
"Yes!" The young witch hunter stood at attention, saluted, then turned and walked away. After taking two steps, as if remembering something, he turned back and shouted:
"Obak bless you!"
"Obak blesses everyone!" the vulture replied without hesitation.
He turned to look at the night sky—
The fire had spread from the edge of the camp to the surrounding tree line. In the cloudless night, the fire god was devouring the entire forest bit by bit.
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Revelation 4:22-27
"...On the seventh day, a sudden rainstorm finally extinguished the fire in the capital city of Corinthia. The magnificent palaces had been reduced to ruins, leaving only one section of the city wall."
"The surviving goblins knelt in the heavy rain, their tears mingling with the raindrops, and prayed to their gods for a miracle before the Wailing Wall."
"But the gods did not respond to them."
"They rejected the gods and are now being punished; Magnubier no longer answers the prayers of the traitors."
"The goblins paid the price for their blind arrogance..."
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"Magnubie, chosen one! Use your divine power to kill these humans! We are no match for them!"
"God! Save us!"
Several small goblins prayed to the giant goblin in front of the campfire, prostrating themselves and kowtowing repeatedly—their foreheads were bruised and their brains were shaken.
But the phantom didn't make a sound; it just stood there blankly, without moving or showing any expression, flickering strangely every few seconds...
"Help, Lord Gebu!"
The goblins cried out in despair.
But Gebu and Tongtong had long since vanished without a trace. Only a silent phantom remained, slowly fading away.
The praying goblins looked up in disbelief as the phantom grew fainter and fainter... until it disappeared into thin air.
Prayer could not save the old shaman, nor could it save the goblins, much less the Broken Tooth tribe.
It's over.
A tall figure blocked the goblin's view.
"Help...help me..."
A golden light.
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Revelation 4:43-44
"...On the tenth day, humanity arrived at the gates of Goblinstan's capital, the city of Golympia."
"A year ago, they brought gifts, but on that day, humanity brought only death."
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A golden halo floated on the Vulture Witch Hunter's longsword, flowing along the blade and connecting to the man's muscles and nerves.
Divine power flowed through his veins.
Every heartbeat, every breath, every contraction and relaxation of every muscle fiber conveys the will of God O'Bak—and tonight, His will is annihilation.
Exterminate this despicable humanoid race.
This group of blasphemous heretics.
The evil flower blooming on this sacred land.
He sliced his longsword through the goblin's flesh, the blessed metal cutting through muscle and bone like a hot knife through butter, encountering no resistance whatsoever.
Unlike before, this time, the witch hunters didn't even count them—these guys weren't even human.
Among these goblins, only one guy deserves the vulture's attention—that goblin thief who can use magic.
This guy actually dared to steal from the Gray Raven Society right under the Peacock's feet, and then escape with the Book of Sand right in front of me—
What audacity!
The vulture looked up at the disappearing, silent phantom—a giant goblin?
Hmph, foolish creatures, even your imagination of gods is so clumsy.
He wouldn't even deign to accuse the goblin of blasphemy; it didn't deserve it.
However, a goblin can use ringed magic... When they found Antin, the half-elf was already dead, his body gnawed to pieces by wild beasts.
If it wasn't Antin who taught it, then where did this goblin learn magic from?
Could it be the Book of Sand?!
The vulture was startled by its own thoughts. How could a sacred object of the Holy Kingdom of Kane [The Church] open the door of knowledge to a goblin?
Moreover, the powerful curse cast upon that book will slowly absorb the life force of anyone who touches it—even the silent monks of the Holy See cannot hold onto this book for long.
Is the curse of the book ineffective against humanoid races?
This question can perhaps only be answered by the bishops of the Papacy. They control the kingdom's knowledge of magic and divine arts.
The Papacy is responsible for making decisions, while the Inquisition, to which the Vulture belongs, is only responsible for execution.
As a high-ranking witch hunter, the Vulture is accountable only to the Cardinal and the Patriarch.
"Find the Book of Sand."
A simple command. Yet I failed repeatedly.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine.
From the day Gascoigne swore an oath to become a witch hunter, nine hundred and ninety-nine heretics were judged by his sword.
Regardless of whether he's a wizard or not, or whether he knows magic—I will absolutely not allow that goblin to leave this forest!
You will be the thousandth one I dedicate to the Lord!
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Revelation 4:61-66
"...The destruction of Colybia City signifies the end of Goblinstan."
"Magnubie gave a divine message to the goblins who managed to escape: This is all part of His great plan."
"The traitors are punished, the pious are spared."
"Because He is absolutely cruel, absolutely ruthless, absolutely cunning, and absolutely vengeful."
"One day, when the chosen Gossaya descends upon the world, he will gather the goblins scattered across the continent once more."
"Magnubie will then return to the world and restore the glory of Goblinstein for His devout people."
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The young witch hunter waited at the edge of the gap in the camp fence—any lone goblin that slipped out from there would be met with a head-on axe blow.
Four unfortunate little creatures had already fallen to the ground outside the crevice.
The witch hunter saw shadows flickering through the gap in the forest, raised his axe, and was about to chop when suddenly a gust of wind swept over his head!
The young man was well-trained and did not panic. Instead, he instinctively used his two axes to block his head and ducked to avoid the flying object. The object passed by his shoulder, and the witch hunter flipped his wrist and slashed it in mid-air!
The toad-bat turned into a toad and a bat, then crashed into the wooden fence, dissipated into powder, and disappeared into the air.
Just as the witch hunter was retracting his axe from the air and regaining his balance, a goblin scurried out from the crack along the ground, and two flashes of cold light grazed the man's ankles—
The witch hunter suddenly felt a chill beneath his feet, then his legs went weak, and he could no longer stand. He instinctively swung his axe at the goblin—the goblin swiftly dodged and then stared at him with a pair of red eyes.
Using the fallen axe as support, the young man leaned against the fence with one hand, struggling to stand upright—another goblin emerged from the gap. This time, the man had no hand to attack it and could only watch helplessly as the little creature slipped away from his feet.
The red-eyed goblin tried to attack again, but the second goblin grabbed his ear and dragged him away.
"Don't get entangled with them! Run!"
Just as the witch hunter was preparing to fight, he was stunned when he heard the goblin say those words—in an instant, he saw the second goblin's dimensional bag at its waist.
He was about to say something when the two little goblins vanished into the burning tree lines.
The witch hunter got up to give chase, only to realize that the ligaments in his calf had been severed, causing excruciating pain!
Just then, the sound of hurried boots came from the other side of the fence.
The wounded witch hunter, enduring excruciating pain, shouted:
"...Over here! The goblins are running in this direction!"