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Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 386 Sixteen Races

Thor, that's the name of this green dragon.

Neltharion had no idea what had gotten into the green dragon that it dared to go and provoke the many gods of the heavens all by itself, nor did it care to find out. For Deathwing, who had been given a "second life" with great difficulty, since there were no more Old Gods in this world who could corrupt its will, all it needed to do was to continuously satisfy the needs of its "creator"—that was enough to prolong this life.

Therefore, it could even disregard the true purposes and thoughts of these four chaotic dragons, since there was no doubt that it needed their power at the moment.

"Thor, what's your choice?"

The green dragon hesitated, seemingly wanting to refuse, but at the last moment he noticed Kanna's presence beside him, and after a long pause, said, "If you can help me get revenge, I'll join you."

"revenge?"

"...The Skywing race, and those gods."

Deathwing felt a surge of curiosity about the green dragon's words, but he concealed it well: "Destroy the Order, let chaos and death shroud the world—that is my ultimate purpose in coming here. Even if you ask me to spare those hypocritical righteous messengers, I will never agree."

"In that case, I'll join."

Thus, Deathwing's forces, having successfully recruited four dragons into their ranks, experienced significant growth. Recalling his past in Azeroth when he lost his mind and went mad due to the influence of the Old Gods, Deathwing felt nothing but shame.

As the guardian of the earth, its power is not merely based on brute force; otherwise, it wouldn't have once taken human form to serve as Lord Prestor. Moreover, before becoming the guardian of the earth, Neltharion was also one of the five dragonflights—the leader of the black dragons. It's no exaggeration to say that strength is only one component of its "power"; others include wisdom, command, leadership, and so on. However, seduced by the Old Gods, it easily disregarded all of this, attempting to use its own power to fight against the entire world.

The outcome is obvious.

"But this time is different."

Looking around at the four dragons, each with their own thoughts but ultimately gathered around him, Deathwing had already made a preliminary plan for what to do when the attack came.

“As powerful as the dragon race is, it is certainly not a problem for them to fight against the entire world on their own. The problem is that our enemy is not only this world, but also the celestial deity who is trying to dominate this world by violence! In order to obtain the power to defeat them, we need more allies.”

Ignoring Fafnir and Lucoa's strange gazes, Deathwing stated his next plan directly: "Goblins, although they are just a lowly, weak and filthy group of creatures, it is undeniable that they still have value—to deplete the enemy's value on the battlefield."

"Lord Neltharion, do you mean we should seek an alliance with the goblins?"

Faced with Fafnir's pointed question, Deathwing answered decisively: "No, the great dragons do not need the covenant of weak life forms that we cannot even breathe. There is only one true target we need to find."

"Okan—the god who created the goblins."

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The vastness of this world is far beyond what other worlds can compare to. At least in Neltharion's memory, the entirety of Azeroth is less than one-tenth the size of this world. This is why, despite the existence of so many beings capable of easily destroying stars, this world has managed to remain largely intact. Given the size of a world like Azeroth, a few spells that are considered forbidden here could easily cause the geological structure to collapse and lead to a mass extinction.

Given the vastness of this space, the sheer number of species living in it is naturally far greater than in any other world.

In the hands of certain busybodies, for some purpose, the races that could still be considered "powerful" in this world were grouped and ranked, resulting in a total of sixteen.

The first one is the divine species.

From the gods of the heavens to the demons of purgatory, all beings associated with faith are called divine beings. Another common characteristic of divine beings is that they possess immense power that other races cannot match. They can even create a race out of thin air. For example, Altshu created the Skywing race, Okan created the Goblin race, and Deathwing has now replaced the dragon gods.

Second, the fantasy species.

There's not much to say about this race. At least before the appearance of the divine races from the heavens and purgatory, the fantasy races truly occupied most of the world. However, it was their power that led to their demise. When the war between order and chaos began, this race, which had no allegiance, was purged by the divine races and has now disappeared from the world.

Third, the Elf species.

Like the Fantasy Race, they are a pitiful race that suffered purging for trying to remain neutral in the war.

Fourth, the Dragon Essence.

Also known as the Dragon Clan, of course, the dragons would never accept such a discriminatory name and ranking. They still call themselves the Dragon Clan. Because the Dragon God suffered heavy casualties due to his rash participation in the war, they have now become a supporting character in this war.

Fifth, the Giant race.

A race whose specific details are unclear, but they are said to be quite close to the Order faction.

The sixth race, the Skywing race, is a race created out of thin air by the god VIII, Ling Jiulingqi Cuwu ⑧ Alshtus. Their sole purpose in being created is to wage war.

After that, there were some races that were dispensable to this war between order and chaos, and Deathwing was too lazy to waste time paying attention to these inferior beings. What truly deserved his attention were the gods behind those races.

Among them, Deathwing pays more attention to the relatively special machine race (10th), the goblin race (9th), the orc race (14th), the sea creature race (15th), which has joined the order race, and the human race (16th), who does not even have the qualifications to join a faction and can only eke out a living in this war by struggling in various ways.

Considering the distribution of these races and the current progress of the war between the Order and Chaos factions, Deathwing ultimately decided to travel to the nearest goblin race and make contact with the god who created the goblins.

"Since we're both in the chaotic faction, if you can't provide combat power, then provide weapons!"

After all, he was the "God of Forging," a figure renowned throughout the entire Chaos faction.

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 387 Goblin Seeds

Unlike most of the other races among the sixteen races, goblins neither possess strong bodies nor have extraordinary magical perception and manipulation abilities. In some aspects, they are even inferior to humans, who rank sixteenth. However, the reality is that this "useless" race ranks ninth among the sixteen races. Regardless of whether there is any manipulation in these rankings, it is a fact that goblins are far stronger than humans.

The root cause of this phenomenon lies in the "technology" possessed by the goblin race.

Just as the Skywing race, created by the god Arsht whose power is war, excels at combat, the Goblin race, created by the god Okan whose power is forging, is similar in skill to the god who created them.

Goblins are not good at fighting, but they are good at making weapons for combat, including but not limited to various items that amplify the power of magic, weapons that can easily tear through heavy armor, and even legendary weapons that can kill gods have been created by goblins, but they have not been passed down.

Perhaps inspired by the God of Forging, or perhaps inspired by the tragic fate of the Fantasy race, the goblins, like the dragons of the past, chose to side with the chaotic faction when faced with the war between order and chaos sweeping the world. Because of their special abilities, even at the most intense moment of the war between the chaotic and order factions, the goblins were not allowed to participate in the war on a large scale. Instead, these weak but technologically advanced races continuously manufactured various weapons to deal with the ever-increasing offensive of the order faction.

At the beginning, the chaotic forces, with powerful dragons and numerous orcs on the front lines and logistical support provided by goblins, clearly gained an advantage and even once reached the territory of forest elves. However, all of this came to an end with the sudden closure of the Infernal Gate.

The dragons were the first to be targeted, not only with the fall of the Dragon God, but also with the collapse of the Dragon Nest under the powerful offensive of the gods. The orcs followed closely behind, but due to their large numbers and wide distribution, they still managed to retain a considerable amount of strength despite the massive slaughter by the gods. In comparison, the goblins were the least affected race, not only because they did not personally participate in the front-line war and their hands were not stained with the blood of the Order faction, but also because of the forging god above them.

For the powerful divine races, annihilating a weak race skilled in forging was no big deal. After all, no matter how skilled they were, it was still only a mortal realm. However, offending a god skilled in forging was not worth it. Who knew when they would have to beg the god of forging for help? In addition, the god of forging had never openly expressed his support for the chaotic faction during this war. Thus, the orderly faction, which had won a great victory under various tacit agreements, selectively ignored the goblin race.

In comparison, the Dragon God, who had openly expressed his stance and posed a significant threat, could not be let go, which led to the Dragon God's previous downfall.

With the information provided by the dragons flashing through his mind, Deathwing crossed a long mountain range tens of thousands of miles long and arrived in the territory of the goblin race. He showed no intention of stopping and ignored the alarms that were constantly ringing below as he flew towards the capital city that the goblin race regarded as a spiritual symbol.

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Boster Eisen, in the goblin language, means "great" or "ancient," and the person with this name is no ordinary goblin—he is an elder of a goblin tribe.

In the goblin race's understanding, strength is far less important than wisdom. After all, they have already defeated countless beings with strength many times greater than their own through their wisdom, and age is closely related to wisdom. Clearly, as an elder among the goblins, Boster Eisen possesses wisdom and experience that are incomparable to those of goblins from years younger, which is why he holds a pivotal position in this tribe.

But Bost Eisen was not satisfied. For it, which had already entered its old age, mere status was clearly not enough to ensure its longevity. So it turned its attention to those forbidden technologies...

The machine, the owner of "immortality" technology.

Boster Eisen had forgotten from whom he learned that the Machina possessed technology that could grant immortality, but he believed it wholeheartedly. To this end, Boster Eisen even went so far as to squander the resources accumulated by the goblins over countless years to create a fleet specifically designed to conquer, or rather, destroy, the Machina.

In Bost Eisen's design, it doesn't need all the machine species, just the most "important" one. The rest will be its targets for elimination, since they certainly won't sit idly by and watch such an "important" individual fall into the hands of the goblin species.

Of course, under normal circumstances, it would be astonishing news for the Goblin race, ranked ninth in the sequence, to wage war against the Machine race, ranked tenth. It might even attract the attention of the gods and lead to their participation. But things are different now. The war between order and chaos is raging, and the gods are only concerned with the powerful races in the top six sequences and other gods. The Goblin race, ranked ninth, and the Machine race, ranked tenth, can't even attract their attention. To put it in the worst-case scenario, the gods could easily wipe out these weaker life forms by sending out any of their own creations. So why should they pay attention to them?

Having accumulated a great deal of wisdom through his age, Bost Eisen considered all these issues and finally made a formal decision on this day.

"Conquer the Goblin race! If we can solve the problem of their lifespan, the Goblin race, possessing endless time, will also possess endless wisdom. With this endless wisdom, they will conquer the world. At that time, even the great gods will bow down before us—"

With a bright outlook for the future, Bost Eisen stood atop the castle surrounded by numerous goblins, watching goblin airships rise one after another from below the city. The sheer number of them, blocking out the sunlight, vividly demonstrated the goblins' forging prowess. Just as Bost Eisen stepped forward, intending to say something to the goblins who were staring at him with fervent eyes, a crimson meteor streaked across the horizon with a long trail of flame—and crashed down upon them.

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 388 The Big Bang

Wisdom can overcome strength.

This is a phrase that every goblin elder would say to a young goblin, but they never said anything more than that.

—Strength can also overcome wisdom.

The scene unfolding right now over the goblin capital perfectly illustrates the meaning of this statement.

The powerful airship fleet, built up over countless years by the entire race to achieve the goal of conquering the Machine Race, swayed wildly and lost control amidst the violent fluctuations of magic and atmosphere. Occasionally, airships that collided due to close proximity would turn into huge bursts of fire and fall below the city, causing chaos and commotion. All of this was caused by a single "step" by the "dragon"...

Standing atop the tallest building in the entire goblin city—the statue of Okan, the god of forging—the giant dragon with jet-black scales looked down at the scene of devastation below, its heart unmoved.

Although they come from different worlds, Deathwing shares a certain degree of "identity" with the divine beings of this world, including never considering these lower life forms as "life."

"Okan—"

Ignoring the goblin fleet thrown into chaos by its own fall, and making no attempt to stop the surrounding lava field from harming the city and the goblins within, the black dragon let out a high-pitched roar—calling out the name of the god they worshipped—while ignoring the terrified gazes of the onlookers.

Is it any wonder? The God of Forging, who has never appeared before the goblins for so long, shows no sign of responding. He simply lingers in a space beyond the reach of Deathwing, watching over the area with a cold gaze.

The goblins below, after a moment of relief, were filled with terror once more. They were relieved because the gods had not simply ignored the call of the races they had created, but had also ignored the powerful dragon spirits. As for the terror…

After his calls went unanswered, Deathwing turned his attention once again to the countless figures fleeing below.

"Pain, anger, and then despair, you ants! Because of the cowardice of your believers, you will face a—"

The folded wings unfolded again, and this time, the shadow shrouded not just a small area, but the entire city.

"--die!!!"

The dragon's roar still echoed, and on the spot where it stood, the statues that the goblins had sculpted for their gods began to crack and crumble at a visible speed. Hundreds of tons of stone fragments, carrying scorching lava, fell to the ground, raising waves of shrill screams. Countless goblins tried to escape from this hellish scene, but were instantly turned to ashes by the overwhelming heat the moment they turned around.

To the goblins still struggling atop their airships high in the sky, the city, built by the goblin race over countless years, was collapsing outwards from the point where the black dragon stood. Through the cracks that seemed to tear the entire land apart, crimson lava indiscriminately devoured everything on the land…

"God of Forging—"

"Stop that evil dragon!"

"That's right, attack!"

When life faces immense terror, there are generally two reactions: one is to lose the ability to resist and be slaughtered, and the other is to unleash all one's will to fight back. Obviously, while the former is the majority among goblins, the latter is not uncommon.

Led by a small group of goblins whose will had been ignited, the goblin airship force, which was on the verge of collapse, quickly broke free from the turbulent atmosphere and launched an attack on the area where the black dragon was located.

In an instant, the entire space around the dragon was invaded by various colorful magical rays, followed by a scene never before seen in the history of the goblin race.

The excessively concentrated magic collided at the center, triggering a chain reaction that also caused surrounding magic that hadn't participated in the "attack" to erupt. The final scene was a magic sphere composed of many colors expanding continuously in the center of the goblin city, reaching a certain peak—

explosion.

The circular shockwave directly flattened a third of the goblin capital, squeezing everything and everyone in its path into a small "circle." Millions of tons of sand and soil were hurled across a 2,000-kilometer radius. Under the apocalyptic afterglow of the magical explosion, a deep red mushroom cloud rose slowly from the ground...

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"...We won."

Bost Eisen practically forced out those two words through gritted teeth.

Because of his special status, after the dragon descended, the goblin elder was immediately transferred to a goblin airship that had not yet taken off and quickly moved to a relatively safe distance. However, everything that followed made him feel a deep sense of despair.

A single black dragon destroyed the city, a symbol of the goblin race's glory, along with its elaborate preparations that had taken countless hours and effort. It is conceivable that even if it were to make up for the terrible losses caused by this explosion in its lifetime, it would absolutely never launch a second war against the machine race.

Even worse, it's not impossible that the goblin race might fall out of the racial hierarchy because of this terrible disaster.

"Damn dragons! With the might of the great blacksmith god Okan, I, Boster Eisen, will surely repay these vile traitors—"

"In response?"

A deep roar interrupted Bost Eisen's vow. He stared blankly ahead. Because of the close proximity, Bost Eisen could even see the surging "lava" inside the black dragon through the tiny cracks on its body.

At that moment, Bost Eisen realized one thing: what surged within the black dragon was not "lava" or "magic," but rather—

"Faith—The Dragon God!!!"

The hoarse screams of terror could not change the fate of the goblin elder. With each opening and closing of the black dragon's mouth, it had already taken dozens of noble goblins with it into the black dragon's mouth—they were even burned to ashes by the high temperature inside the dragon's mouth before they could be consumed.

After blasting the fleeing goblin airship to pieces with its scaled tail, Deathwing once again targeted the ravaged city. Just as it was about to deliver a fatal blow, the god who had been watching from the sidelines finally couldn't sit still any longer.

"Neltharion, the newly born dragon god, have you come here to incite a war between the dragon spirits and the goblins?"

Faith Crossing Boundaries: Chapter 389 Never Before Have I Seen Such a Shameless Dragon

"Okan, you traitor of chaos—you dare show your face before me?!"

The dragon's roar, which came straight at it, silenced the words the God of Forging had prepared. Even with its vast experience, it was still shocked by the questioning of this "Dragon God".

—How could there be such a shameless dragon in this world?

Regardless of whether this dragon deliberately went to the goblin territory and threatened to destroy the goblin habitat to force it to appear, in the end, this dragon actually had the nerve to say such things after it appeared.

Thinking of this, even the God of Forging, whose "good nature" was cultivated by his lack of fighting skills, became somewhat annoyed. He immediately disregarded the title of "traitor" and directly raised the giant hammer wreathed in thunder and swung it down at the dragon in front of him.

Deathwing, who was well-prepared, easily dodged the powerful attack. The raging lightning, apart from causing another major destruction to the city, failed to achieve any other results.

Ultimately, this god of forging is accustomed to forging weapons with a hammer rather than hammering moving objects. It's fine to use the fundamental difference between gods and lower races to bully them, but it's not enough to attack gods of the same level or even more powerful than itself.

After several thunderous attacks were easily dodged, the God of Forging gradually calmed down after venting his anger, or rather, the surging faith waves emanating from the giant dragon at the top of the sky forced him to calm down.

The God of Forging was secretly astonished at where this "resurrected" dragon deity had obtained such faith, and he put down his weapon.

"Neltharion, if your goal was to incite a war between goblins and dragon elves, then you have succeeded!"

The vast sound waves spread across the entire world, but Deathwing clearly detected a hint of submission that had never been seen before. So, the dragon landed on the ground again: "If this is my purpose, do you think you still have the chance to stand here, Okan?"

The God of Forging's expression turned cold, and just as he was about to lash out, a powerful aura emanating from four directions startled him.

"...a giant dragon."