Chapter 305 – Narrow Victory

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The Goblin Prince stood atop the last remaining mountain peak within his own Domain, his body swelling into a giant form.

Yet before him, emerging from the raging torrent, was an even more colossal behemoth.

This was a skeleton giant.

Its body was constructed from thousands upon thousands of interwoven thick bones, enveloped in an eerie blue cold flame. Behind the giant, a pair of tattered yet equally massive Bone Wings spread out.

The giant lowered its head, gazing down upon the mountain peak.

In one hand it tightly gripped a hammer large as a meteor, while the other wielded a Greatsword, displaying an agility belying its massive frame. It swung the sword down.

“This defies reason!”

The chain hammer clattered loudly, yet failed to shatter the skeletal giant’s bone-constructed palm. The Goblin Prince could only rely on his superior strength to retract the chain hammer, blocking the Greatsword. But simultaneously, the skeleton giant closed in, and from its elbows, forehead, chest, knee joints… Bone Spikes thrust out from various parts.

The skeleton giant possessed the same agility as its main body!

After all, for Deadbone, if the skeleton giant were such an unwieldy creation, there would have been no point in developing this skill.

He had upgraded the ‘Skeletal Beast’ into the ‘Skeleton Giant’ a long time ago and had long since mastered it.

A trump card might not always be used, but one must absolutely possess it.

And now, it was being put to use.

The skeleton giant wielded the Bone Mist, breaking through the Goblin Prince’s defenses in just over a dozen exchanges.

Enhanced by the ‘Desolate Kingbone,’ these external armors, even if not true kingbone, were incredibly sharp. Bone Spikes, bone swords, and Bone Spears easily pierced and tore through the layers of mountain rock armor covering the Goblin Legend’s body.

Fragments of armor fell like rain.

The mountain rock mecha condensed by the Goblin Prince rapidly shrank.

Boom—

The Mountain Rock Giant exploded, spreading circles of earthy yellow halos that contaminated the skeleton giant before it, gradually slowing its movements.

The Goblin Prince shot out from the dust, his chain hammer smashing against the skeleton giant’s facial bones, causing cracks to spread across them.

Deadbone actively burst out from the giant’s skull, the blue soul fire in his eyes blazing brightly.

This was the moment for close-quarters combat, a life-or-death struggle.

Legends rarely engaged in such fights, as even those in the Legendary Realm would die if their heads were cut off or their hearts shattered. They typically opted for safer combat methods, but… that didn’t mean they were incapable of close-quarters combat.

The Goblin Prince, in his time, was a fierce character who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He did not retreat in the slightest.

He displayed his skills, honed to the Peak and beyond.

He was, after all, a genuine Legendary Realm existence! He had even slain Legends of the same rank!

Rip—

With one palm, the Goblin Prince effortlessly tore through the armor of the black-armored expert before him. Rare-grade Treasure Armor was no thicker than cardboard in front of him.

He regained his confidence as a Legendary Realm being…

Clang—

His palm, shimmering with a yellow halo, struck the jade-white, crystalline bones as if hitting the hardest, most durable epic ancient rock. The earthy yellow energy torrent shattered the entire Black Armor into pieces, even piercing through the armor and skeletal frame to explode into a turbid yellow energy river behind the skeletal expert.However, the skeletal powerhouse who had taken this blow head-on only had his crystalline, jade-like white bones slightly cracked.

Fine hairline fractures appeared.

Within half a blink, these minute cracks had completely healed, leaving the entire set of white jade bones as smooth and flawless as before.

As if the previous damage had been an illusion.

As if the shattering of the Treasure Armor had merely lifted a Seal.

As if…

Utterly unreasonable!

Deadbone, having withstood this strike, finally let out a sigh of relief.

So dangerous! So dangerous!

He had taken an immense, near-suicidal risk to endure the Goblin Prince’s attack, all for the purpose of…

Ssssh—

As Deadbone brushed past the Goblin Prince’s side, he seized the opening created by his own defense to deliver a seemingly light, almost casual poke with a single bone finger.

Before executing this finger strike, Deadbone had performed several feints.

Bone whips and Bone Spikes lashed out;

Death Lament slashed down;

And as the bone finger thrust forward, the ghostly blue soulfire in Deadbone’s eyes blazed brightly, while a golden light erupted from the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.

Golden threads seemed to materialize out of thin air, coiling around the Goblin Prince’s limbs, body, and even his soul and consciousness.

The majesty of a king—manifested and binding!

Simultaneously, the grayish aura of Desolate Kingbone, which brought instant death upon contact, burst forth.

The Goblin Prince instinctively sensed danger, but just as he realized something was wrong, he suddenly found himself unable to muster the will to resist. By the time he regained his focus, that single bone finger had already pierced through his radiantly gleaming armor, sinking three inches deep, breaking his skin, and embedding itself into his muscle.

The penetration was shallow.

At first glance, it appeared to be only a minor scratch, yet a bone-chilling coldness seeped from the wound, spreading deep into his soul.

This was a blade from the deepest depths of the underworld!

The Goblin Prince’s flesh instantly decayed, turning into that of a desiccated corpse left to rot for countless years. This decay spread across his body at an alarming rate.

Thwack—

He severed his entire shoulder along with his right arm. Gushing blood and scattered flesh fragments sprayed out, accompanied by a foul, putrid stench.

Yet even after this desperate self-amputation, the gray power of desolation continued to creep inward from the severed edge, slowly burrowing deeper into his body.

The Goblin Prince’s expression changed drastically. Fear of Death surged to the crown of his head, sending a chill through his entire being. No longer caring about the dignity of a legendary being, he harnessed the power of heaven and earth to flee at top speed toward the direction of the Gnoll Tribe.

At the same time, he let out a long roar.

The roar shook the heavens and earth, agitating the monsters in the surrounding area.

Visible to the naked eye, monsters emerged from all corners of the mountains and forests, rushing madly toward the Undead Territory that enveloped this region, intent on breaking through.

The Undead Territory indeed could not fully restrain a legendary being.

This skill was not designed for confinement, but its powerful suppressive force shook the surrounding space, forcing spatial teleportation Scrolls to require a longer activation time in such an environment.

The Goblin Prince had just torn open a Scroll, but the spatial patterns on it trembled and grew extremely unstable, easily disrupted with the slightest carelessness.

The intense suppressive force also affected the Goblin Prince himself, slowing the legendary being’s speed by a few critical moments.

And in those few moments, Deadbone closed in like a persistent shadow, sticking close and pursuing relentlessly.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

Bone Spikes flew, Heavy Swords descended.

By the time the Goblin Prince had dashed two hundred meters away, the mountain peak that had risen behind him was already severed.The Goblin Prince dashed six hundred meters before the chain hammer in his hand was swept away by the surging currents of the Nether River;

Just as he ran a thousand meters, bone spikes and bone swords tore through his armor;

Even in close-quarters combat, the Goblin Prince was at a disadvantage. Severely wounded, his fate was already sealed.

Ssshhht—

A gash sliced across his cheek, and a desolate force flooded his consciousness, extinguishing the golden radiance within.

The Willpower Light blazed and flickered.

After more than ten seconds, it finally dimmed, unable to hold on any longer.

The Goblin Prince staggered and fell to his knees, his life flashing before his eyes like a revolving lantern. He was the king of the goblins, tasked with restoring their glory. He had yet to exact revenge on the Taixuan Alliance. He…

Suddenly, it dawned on him—this seemed like an ambush.

An ambush specifically targeting him.

From the moment he discovered the clues, to the pursuit, the probing, and the final struggle, it all seemed to have been part of the black-armored general’s plan.

Whose subordinate was this undead…?

Yet he still couldn’t comprehend why he had been singled out for such an ambush. Why go to such lengths to deal with him!

His eyes wide with unwillingness, his body gradually withered, his green skin turning ashen and flaking off like dust.

He had already lost all signs of life.

Meanwhile, the horde of monsters, drawn by the legendary goblin’s howl, were still on their way. With the Goblin Prince’s fall, most of the monsters scattered, leaving only a few stubborn ones charging recklessly toward the scene.

Deadbone watched the half-kneeling Goblin Prince, whose body had shriveled to skin and bones, revealing exposed white bones, but it still did not approach.

It stood in place and waited for over ten seconds.

Then it extended a hand, shooting out bone spikes that pierced through the body with a series of wet thuds.

It waited another ten seconds.

Then it slashed out several sword beams.

After testing a few times like this, the Undead General was finally certain—the Goblin Prince was thoroughly dead, dead enough to put one’s mind at ease.

“After all, he was a legendary being. This is our first time facing a legend head-on, and no amount of caution is too much.”

“Fortunately, by giving it our all, we narrowly defeated this formidable enemy.”

“The entire process was far too perilous.”

In the distance, Bone Two finally arrived at the battlefield.

It had been chasing, eager to charge into battle, but by the time it caught up, the fight seemed to be over.

Was this a narrow victory?

It glanced at the Goblin Prince, who had died in anything but peace, then looked at its big brother.

“Ah, right, right, right.”

If big brother says so, then it must be so.

Far away in the Tianyuan Territory, Mu Yuan also let out a long sigh.

This battle was indeed, probably… quite challenging. The Goblin Prince’s strength was just as anticipated.

“If Deadbone hadn’t feigned weakness and taken ‘great risks’ to create an opportunity for close combat, truly killing a legendary being would have been far more difficult.”

Of course, Mu Yuan was 1000% skeptical about Deadbone’s claims of “giving it our all” and “extreme peril.”

The only time Deadbone could be said to have truly exerted itself was when it ignited the Willpower Light in the Tower of Trials.

Lord Mu had also prepared some contingency plans.

On the distant path the Goblin Prince would have taken toward the Gnoll Tribe, Dolai and Uta lay in wait. They were the snipers.

If they unleashed their full power, holding back a legendary being for a short while would likely not be a problem.Mu Yuan held the Nine-Headed Roaring Thunderflame Dragon in his hand, ready to unleash its thunderous radiance from the heavens at any moment.

However,

Large-scale spells—enhanced to their limits through their fusion and upgraded by epic structures—were undoubtedly powerful, but they inevitably caused massive disturbances. Unless absolutely necessary, he would not resort to such a move.

“The Goblin Legend has fallen, but it’s not truly over yet. There’s no time to marvel at the slaying of a Legendary Realm being.”

Now making an appearance was the Incarnation of Lord Mu.

He summoned a group of Treant Scavengers, which took root in the earth and swiftly altered the terrain of the shattered land. In the blink of an eye, the pockmarked and barren area sprouted fresh, tender grass and saplings.

Of course, this was far from enough to restore the vast, devastated region to its original state. Mu Yuan had no intention of doing so—he was no environmentalist.

And neither were the Treants…

They only protected the environment within their own territory. Beyond that…

“The earth’s vitality in this area is surprisingly strong.”

“Probably residual energy from the Legendary Realm. Rumor has it this was a Legend who mastered earth-elemental power.”

“Earth element? Earth nurtures wood—we’re perfectly suited for this.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Drain it, drain it fast!”

“Drain it—!”

The Treants murmured among themselves, and so they rooted themselves deep into the ground, fiercely extracting the earth’s vitality—tainted with Legendary blood and saturated with concentrated earth-elemental energy.

They used roughly 1% of this vitality to nourish and cultivate the new vegetation. This counted as giving back to the land.

Under the Treants’ haphazard draining, the area still bore the scars of a great battle, but the energy traces had been disrupted, and the pervasive aura of undead deathly stillness had been mostly cleared away.

Experienced individuals could still deduce that a Legend had fallen here, but attempting to analyze the entire course of the battle or track the movements of the powerful beings who left traces here would be extremely difficult.

The Treants were merely the first layer of interference. Afterward, Mu Yuan dispatched General Dolai to disrupt the space and had Isloria provide concealment. He employed three, four, six, seven, eight layers of measures and, deeming it sufficient, officially wrapped up the operation.

“Let’s scram!”

Dolai collected the Goblin Legend’s corpse along with large amounts of surrounding soil, and the group swiftly departed.

Half a day later, the region remained eerily silent. Sparse, modest vegetation grew here and there. No monsters dared approach, and only the wind rustling through the leaves produced faint, whispering sounds.

The silence was unnerving.

A Featherfolk cautiously parted the distant thickets and crept toward the area.

Gazing at the scarred, empty land devoid of any structural ruins or corpses, he couldn’t help but swallow hard.

“This was definitely a battle between Legends!”

“And with no corpses left behind, that means…”

“The human faction withstood the assault of a monster Legend?!”

A short while later, the Featherfolk Queen pondered deeply.

She wasn’t particularly surprised.

It was only natural for factions that had survived this long to have either a Legendary Realm guardian or some means to resist Legendary threats.

However, relying solely on that would be far from enough to confront an overlord faction.

This human faction also seemed rather imprudent—to be discovered by a Legendary monster in such a short time.”Regardless, since humanity withstood the Legendary assault, we… can engage in some relatively simple cooperation with them. But deeper strategic alliances shouldn’t proceed too quickly—we still need to observe further.”

It wasn’t that she was indecisive, but rather, she bore the survival pressure of the Winged-People Kingdom. One misstep from her would mean losing everything.

She couldn’t afford to lose.

…

North of the Gnoll Tribe, somewhere among the mountain ranges.

The Legendary Realm Gnoll Elder had just returned here.

He sneered, “Hah, the Goblin Kingdom? A thing of the past. Even this so-called Goblin Kingdom is insignificant before the eternal Heavenly Aberration Holy Kingdom.”

“However, this Prince is after all a Legendary being, possessing some value. Let him slowly establish a new nation.”

As long as this nation ultimately embraced Heavenly Aberration Eternal Life, providing some support to the goblins was something their Gnoll overlords wouldn’t mind.

…

Meanwhile, in Tianyuan Territory, a banquet was underway—everyone had bright futures ahead.

“Wow, this guy is incredibly wealthy!” Dolai exclaimed in amazement.

(End of Chapter)