Dragons dominated the sky, their massive forms casting a shadow that sent tremors of fear through the goblins behind Oliver.
[Wyvern: Lv51 | Species: Lesser Dragon | Occupation: None | Title: Tier 5 Magical Beast, Fire Element Controller, Symbol of Glory | HP: 530 | Strength: 91 | Defense: 102 | Skill: Dragon Flame, Dragon Roar, Bite | Equipment: None | Combat: 600]
Even a random Wyvern boasted terrifying stats. Worse yet, they could fly!
Oliver's shock grew as he realized Lighttowne had provoked an entire nest—fifty, maybe sixty dragons. The town was as good as doomed.
But there was still hope. That figure—an overwhelming, powerful presence—was still fighting.
[Alice: Lv80 | Species: Human | Occupation: Sword Saint | Title: Sword Saintess, Strongest Swordsman, Dragon Slayer, Invincible Among Armies, Pinnacle of Humanity, Swordsmanship Genius | HP: 1700 | Strength: 690 | Defense: 700 | Skill: Sword Mana Tempest, Man and Sword as One: Saint, Steel Whirlwind, Star-Cutting and Moon-Slicing Strike: Saint, Death Sword Reincarnation, Ancient Sword Intent | Equipment: Platinum Battle Armor: Saint, Mithril Longsword: Saint, Illuminating Cloak | Combat: 4000]
"What the heck?!" Oliver blurted out.
The gap was monstrous! He had thought there was some chance, but her power was entirely different. His own combat power barely reached 750, leaving him defenseless against her. At best, he could handle a regular Wyvern.
Her skills and titles were countless, many marked with the word "Saint," granting her divine bonuses that dealt extra damage to monster creatures—an additional 10%, no less.
There was no way to win, even with an army of goblins at his side. But Oliver wasn't here for her. His target was Lowell and his group. As long as he could exact his revenge, it would be enough.
"Boss, w-what is that?! How can anyone be that strong?!" a trembling goblin stammered.
The Sword Saintess moved fluidly in the sky, leaping effortlessly across the Wyverns' backs.
Each slash of her sword decapitated dragons, her sword mana cutting through them effortlessly.
She had already slaughtered over a dozen Wyverns in just a few leaps!
It was unreal.
Her target wasn't the regular Wyverns—it was the colossal Purple-Gold Dragon Mother, towering three thousand feet tall!
Using the Wyverns as platforms, she sprang onto the Dragon Mother's back and, with a swift slash, tore through its massive wing, sending it plummeting toward the ground!
Boom!
The earth-shaking crash raised a storm of dust, nearly swallowing Lighttowne.
Meanwhile, Lowell and his team had only managed to slay ten dragons between them, but it seemed they were close to wiping out half the nest.
The remaining Wyverns went berserk, spewing flames that ravaged the town, and turned their attention to Lowell's group. They swooped in, claws outstretched.
"Yvrea, prepare!" Lowell commanded, his face stern.
The white-robed priestess quickly cast Holy Melody, chanting scripture that boosted allies' attacks within range.
"Mid-tier Sword Skill! Air-Cutting Slash!"
Slash!
Lowell's sword charged with energy for nearly ten seconds before releasing a devastating wave of sword mana, 10 feet long, that sliced deep into the incoming Wyvern's belly. Its innards spilled out as the creature crashed to the ground.
"Hahaha! I'm a dragon slayer now, too!" Lowell exclaimed, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.
From a distance, Oliver watched. He hadn't expected Lowell to take down a dragon with a single strike. It was hard to believe.
[Lowell: Lv41 | Species: Human | Occupation: Blade Swordsman | Title: Disciple of the Sword Saint, Imperial Royalty, Dragon Slayer | HP: 700 | Strength: 164 | Defense: 133 | Skill: Void-Cutting Slash, Man and Sword as One: Saint, Sword Dance, Sword Cry | Equipment: Fine Longsword, Fine Armor | Combat: 900]
Lowell's overall power surpassed that of Oliver, but Oliver had no intention of confronting him directly. He planned to strike when Lowell was at his weakest and end it.
Goblins were supposed to be sneaky, after all.
The battle for Lighttowne had reached its peak. Flames consumed the town, and nearly every building had been reduced to rubble.
Many had perished in battle, and only a dozen Wyverns circled overhead.
"Follow me!" Oliver commanded at last, leading the goblins into the town's drainage tunnels. They crept deeper, inch by inch, shrouded in the elves' stealth buff. With their invisibility assured, they moved confidently, undetected.
Finally, they reached the town center. Relying on his sharp memory, Oliver pinpointed the hidden entrance to the underground shelter. "Create chaos inside. The rest of you, hide and wait for my signal!" he ordered sharply.
Meanwhile, on the distant city walls, Lowell and his companions barely held on. Their bodies were bruised, their health down to less than half. The white-robed priestess had depleted her magic reserves and was on the verge of collapse. The red-haired knight and the others were in no better condition. Their strength sapped from the relentless battle.
This was the moment Oliver had anticipated. All he had to do was draw them closer.
Screams erupted from the underground shelter.
"Goblins! Why are there goblins here?"
"No! My child!"
"Help! Somebody call the adventurers!"
A frantic man burst from the shelter, his voice hoarse with terror. "Ahhh! Goblins have infiltrated! Where are the adventurers?! The goblins are attacking the shelter!"
"What?!" Lowell's face twisted in frustration. "Damn it, where's my master?" He glanced at the distant battlefield, where dust clouds filled the sky. The roars of dragons and the clash of steel echoed faintly in the air. The battle with the Purple-Gold Dragon mother raged on—far from over.
"Hold off the Wyverns! There aren't many left! Yvrea, follow me. Let's kill those damned goblins!" Lowell snarled, his eyes burning with fury as he sprinted forward. 50 feet, 20 feet. He was almost there.
Suddenly, a dagger shot out from the ashes, piercing Lowell's foot.
"Ah! Damn it!" Lowell howled in pain, thinking he had stepped on something sharp. But when he looked down, he saw it—a goblin! Instinctively, he raised his sword to strike it down.
But before he could act, goblins emerged from the shadows, swarming him from every direction.
Lowell fought back fiercely at first, cutting down a dozen goblins with raw strength, but there were too many. They overwhelmed him, their goal clear—they wanted his sword.
In the end, he was forced to surrender.
"Commander, help me! The goblins have caught me!" Yvrea's voice trembled as she cried out. She was tangled in a net, being dragged helplessly across the ground like an animal.
Lowell's heart sank. "Damn it! How are there so many goblins?!" he cursed, helpless in his weakened state. Without his sword and with his body drained, he could no longer resist.
In this world, the life force is intertwined with physical strength. The weaker his vitality, the less strength he had to fight back.
"Commander! Yvrea!" Seeing the unfolding disaster, the red-haired knight and the silver shield-bearer abandoned their fight with the remaining Wyverns and charged to help.
But as they ran past a pile of collapsed buildings, an icy chill crawled down their spines!
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Unintended Rebirth: From Goblin to God
Aventura[Simulation + Dark + Non-Human + No Female Protagonist] Once an ordinary human, Oliver awakens in a dark world as the lowest and weakest monster: a goblin. Immediately, he falls victim to human adventurers and is ruthlessly killed. But death is not...
