Goblin: The Lonely and Great God
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Last published Sun, Aug 31, 2025
The battlefield burned crimson beneath the dying sun. Spears clashed, arrows rained, and the anguished cries of men pierced the air. Among them rode a warrior unlike any other tall, broad-shouldered, his armor glinting with the stains of blood and steel. His sword moved like lightning, cutting down foes who dared to block his path.
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