Chapter 389: Chapter 259 Bloody Combat_2
As time passed, the situation slowly reversed.
The reason is simple. The Kobolds initially invested in the millions, but it was just such a batch. At first, it seemed they held an absolute advantage.
But as time went on.
For example, now, more than a million goblins have been killed or wounded, yet they continue to join the battlefield without diminishing.
In contrast, the number of kobolds has already suffered about one-fifth casualties, with no reinforcements.
However, the Kobolds remain fiercely brave.
The Dogman Priests in the back occasionally cast spells to stimulate potential, like the Blood Burst Skill, Frenzy Technique, etc., treating kobolds as expendable.
This made the Small Knife feel something was wrong.
If this continues, the Kobolds are not opponents of the goblins who occupy the entire world.
Yet, at such a juncture, the advantage slowly dissipates.
Those powerful half-dragons with King Level bloodlines have not made a move, only symbolically protecting the Dogman Priests.
No, something’s wrong?
Dragons have persisted until now; they can’t be this stupid, right?
Look at the Master of the Goblin World floating in the sky, the expression on his face looks unpleasant, seemingly not the least bit happy despite the situation slowly reversing.
Small Knife seemed to have thought of something and immediately looked at the space rift.
At the edges, vein patterns resembling dragon scales are slowly spreading.
Goodness.
Small Knife noticed the details.
These special patterns are spreading along the cracks of the Secret Realm, that is, expanding the border of the Secret Realm.
So that’s how it is, really a clever move.
The dragon’s goal is to expand the Secret Realm, expanding its own territory.
But in doing so, the world becomes more of a tumor until it reaches a certain size that the world can’t bear, ultimately leading to death.
However, a tumor-like Secret Realm cannot win, without a world to absorb nutrients from, it must shatter and die.
After all, a Secret Realm is a Secret Realm, not a world.
There’s never been a recorded case where a tumor could exist independently after the host life died.
At this moment, the mood of the Master of the Goblin World was very poor.
Not because of the battle here.
Everything here had happened many times already, with each situation being similar.
Those dragons had only a few such tricks.
On the surface, maintaining such a situation, it seemed the dragons’ Secret Realm was expanding, but in reality, the Master of the Goblin World had already begun preparations long ago.
With a world as a backup, the Master of the Goblin World has stored a large amount of Experience, ready to increase the world’s Upper Limit at any time—this was one of the methods.
By then, the world’s Upper Limit would rise to the Third Realm, naturally dissipating the Secret Realm’s shield, merging with the outside world, and by then, the Secret Realm would no longer exist.
However, that would also be the time for a decisive battle, marking the end of the dragons.
Using the world as a base, linked with the maze created to deal with the dragons.
Thus, the Master of the Goblin World didn’t hesitate to spend the cost of buying Dragon Blood from the Outer World, just for this preparation.
Once the maze upgrades to the Dragon-Devouring Maze, it’s time to deal with them.
When the time comes, if they make a move, all dragons must perish, not one will escape, ultimately merging into the maze, becoming his foundation.
Recalling the world unification, who would have known the ancestor of this world’s dragons, that foolish, greedy creature who knew nothing but eating, drinking, and sleeping, dared to offer himself as a sacrifice.
And he actually had an Innate Treasure in his hands.
The so-called Innate Treasure, was formed when the world was born.
A Little World born this way will inevitably form Innate Treasures; having a World Core, it is the Origin Core of a world.
It can breathe, absorbing the Qi of Chaos from outside the world, converting it to Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, forming the foundation for a world’s existence; without it, it would be a dead-in-birth world.
There’s also the Heaven and Earth Embryonic Membrane, which is the world’s protective layer; without it, external invasion cannot be resisted.
These two things are naturally born in a complete world, as long as they exist, that’s a complete world.
As for other things, they may or may not be present, each is an incredibly precious Treasure.
Unexpectedly, the first dragon in this world had such Treasures.
By this means, relying on sacrificing himself and a few other dragons’ methods, he seized one pole of the world, forming this Dragon Secret Realm, existing by stealing the world’s Origin, shaped like a tumor.
This left the Master of this world powerless.
The Secret Realm’s Third Realm Upper Limit, any non-dragon bloodline entering would suppress their Realm by one, and there are all sorts of other restrictions.
This made the Master of the Goblin World, despite the numbers, not confident enough to invade and occupy this Secret Realm.
Plus, the Master of the Goblin World wouldn’t fight head-on, he’d already begun preparing a strategy to conquer this Secret Realm.
But, ideals are always ideals; reality is too cruel.
An invader from the Outer World appeared, silently stealing a significant part of this world’s foundation, leading to an increase in the Experience consumption for the world Upper Limit upgrade.
Now the stored Experience is far from enough for upgrading the world’s Upper Limit.
More importantly, he no longer has enough time to accumulate enough Experience to upgrade the world.
After all, as this Secret Realm continues to expand, it will become a major threat.
The original means are all wasted.
That damned thief even escaped this world.
He must be a special Shadow Dragon, right? Otherwise, how could he disappear right under my nose?
This is the intel he got from the World Forum.
Well then, it’s highly likely these are reinforcements from the Outer World for these dragons.
When that dragon offered the sacrifice, it must have contacted forces outside the world, receiving responses from dragons of other worlds, making himself the Master of the World. Even with this world’s power, he was unable to eradicate this tumor.
This made him increasingly uneasy.
As time passed, the goblins continued to join the battlefield in waves.
In contrast, the Kobolds became fewer and fewer.
As of now, more than 90% have been killed or wounded, the remaining tenth, although the strongest and mostly Elite of the Third Realm, each with extraordinary combat strength, but now they are retreating step by step, difficult to resist, almost all wounded.
If this continues, they will all be wiped out.
Small Knife, like other Natural Dogman, occasionally used Natural Energy to alleviate or heal the wounded, but it was like a cup of water on a burning cart.
Simply because the enemies were too numerous, too ferocious and fearlessly brave.
By now, they were almost powerless to cast any more.
A roar.
Small Knife and other Goblin Priests, under the protection of the half-dragons, began to retreat.
The objective had obviously been achieved, the Secret Realm had expanded slightly, estimated to give birth to a range of half a Tribe.
A dragon suddenly dashed out of the space rift.
But did not go far, instead opening its mouth towards the sky, breathing out scorching Dragon Breath.
Dragon Breath?
Oh boy, sensing the crisis, Small Knife judged that even a King Level Golden Goblin would die if hit directly by this?
However, as the Dragon Breath spewed out, it rapidly dispersed, covering a wide area, clearly losing power just as quickly.
But clearly, this dragon had more tricks up its sleeve.
Its whole body of Dragon Scales lit up, every scale covered with Innate patterns.
Fireballs quickly congealed and shot forth.
My goodness, with the world’s suppression, these fireballs achieved Elite Second Realm, equivalent to the power of Ordinary Third Realm.
Only the Golden Goblin can withstand one; the Elite Goblin would find it hard to survive a hit.
However, after shooting each fireball, the gloss of the Dragon’s scales dimmed a bit.
But the problem is, each scale produced one fireball.
This dragon is the largest of the Fire Giant Dragons, its whole body, who knows how many scales there are.
Each scale spawns one fireball.
At this moment, a massive volley of fireballs was shooting forth.
If hit, not to mention anything else, those over a hundred King Level Golden Goblins would suffer enormous losses.
This is the total number accumulated by the Master of the Goblin World since the beginning of unification until now.
Each one lost would be enough to make the Master of the Goblin World feel heartache.
Therefore, seeing this tactic again, the face of the Master of the Goblin World, who had been observing without making a move, changed.
Again with this tactic?
"Forget it, abandon the idea of the Dragon-Devouring Maze," the Master of the Goblin World sighed.
He knew the Secret Realm could not be allowed to grow any further.