Tian mounted the wyvern and flew straight back to the tribe.

  “Hm?”

  Kasimov suddenly lifted his head and looked into the distance. He felt something pass by, but saw nothing.

  Tian had flown low to avoid detection.

  Back at the tribe, he immediately began planning how to capture him. Level 60—decent strength, and a huge amount of experience.

  Devouring him would bring them one step closer to creating another Hero-tier goblin.

  “Do you know a man named Kasimov? He’s here—and he’s come to die.”

  Tian walked over to Rodel and spoke casually.

  Rodel’s face lit up with crazed joy.

  “Hahaha! I didn’t expect even him to come! We’re saved! You’re all finished! He’s the one who took down several Titan Warriors by himself!”

  “Titan Warriors? What are those?”

  Tian asked, genuinely curious.

  Rodel didn’t hold back—he explained eagerly.

  “They’re special warriors made by the enemy nation using Titan genes. Their bodies are insanely strong—they can tear Tier 5 magical beasts apart with their bare hands.”

  “So this Kasimov actually has some real skill.”

  Tian pondered. He couldn’t afford to screw up here. Casualties had to be minimized.

  Ideally, there would be no casualties at all.

  Every goblin in this tribe had been painstakingly raised. None of them were expendable.

  Rodel kept laughing triumphantly beside him, ranting over and over:

  “You’re all finished! You’re all going to die!”

  Tian suddenly turned and stared at him coldly.

  “You... I honestly don’t know what to do with you right now.”

  At this point, sending goblins to torture him would probably just make him enjoy it.

  Physical pain? He was already numb to it—barely felt anything anymore.

  Then an idea hit Tian for dealing with Kasimov.

  “Eveleya, crawl over here.”

  “Master, my most noble lord, what does Eveleya need to do for you?”

  Eveleya scampered over on all fours like a dog, sticking out her pink tongue.

  Rodel’s laughter died in his throat.

  Tian gave the order.

  “Later, I want you to—”

  “You dare?! Eveleya! Don’t listen to that beast! You’re human! You’re the Holy Maiden of the Sacred Order! Don’t side with these goblins!”

  Rodel roared in despair.

  Another hope—crushed.

  Then—

  Eveleya stood, put on some tattered rags, and smeared dirt over herself until she looked properly disheveled.

  If she looked too 'normal,' it would raise suspicion.

  After that, Tian sent her walking toward the corrupted forest.

  He turned to Gob Tian.

  “Come with me. We’ve got work to do.”

  …

  “Looks like the rumors were true. The entire corrupted forest—completely empty of monsters. Way too abnormal.”

  Kasimov scanned the surroundings as he spoke.

  Finally, he reached the site of last night’s battle with the Silver Blade squad. Clear signs of fighting everywhere.

  “Getting closer.”

  He spurred his horse faster, galloping ahead.

  At that moment, a figure appeared in front of him—a face that looked vaguely familiar.

  “Help! Save me, Kasimov!”

  It was Eveleya. The moment she saw him, she ran straight over.

  Kasimov dismounted in one fluid motion.

  “You’re… the white-robed nun Eveleya? You’re alive! Where’s His Highness Rodel?!”

  “He’s already dead... Please, take me away from here. I need to get back to the Order... sob...”

  Eveleya threw herself into Kasimov’s arms, sobbing.

  Her appearance and reaction made it clear—she had suffered something unimaginable at the goblins’ hands.

  A holy nun, chosen to serve God... reduced to this.

  Kasimov quickly comforted her.

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  “Stay right here. Don’t move. I’m going to check the situation. If I don’t come back soon, just keep running straight ahead—don’t stop.”

  “Okay… please hurry…”

  Eveleya pleaded.

  The instant Kasimov turned around—

  A burst of holy light flared up!

  “Scripture Prison!”

  A cross-shaped cage of light instantly locked him in place.

  Kasimov’s face filled with shock.

  “Nun—what are you doing?”

  “Holy Light Blast!”

  She didn’t stop there—another attack came immediately.

  But Kasimov reacted at once.

  “Mid-tier – Death Roar! ROOOAR!!”

  A wail like something straight from hell erupted!

  The sound wave shattered the cross cage binding him.

  Still, the holy light couldn’t be dodged. He drew his longsword and blocked.

  He never expected an attack of that power—yet it only pushed him back four or five meters. He fully parried it.

  “White-robed nun… do you realize what you’re doing?”

  Rage surged in Kasimov’s eyes.

  But Eveleya didn’t stop. She kept attacking relentlessly.

  That was Tian’s order:

  Keep attacking. Wear him down.

  And while she distracted him, they would strike from behind.

  In the middle of their fierce exchange—

  A shadow silently approached.

  It was daytime, so Gob Tian’s Dark Favor couldn’t make him invisible, but his speed was still terrifyingly fast.

  He struck without warning!

  “Clang!”

  The razor claws screeched against metal—yet failed to pierce!

  Only a single crack appeared.

  Kasimov reacted instantly.

  “What the hell is this thing?! Death Roar!!!”

  The skill wasn’t just for breaking control—it could also stun enemies, freezing them in place.

  He was going all out.

  The piercing roar immobilized Gob Tian. Kasimov’s longsword came slashing down toward his skull.

  But at that moment—

  A flaming arrow shot from the shadows, forcing Kasimov to retreat.

  In the brief opening, Gob Tian escaped.

  Using his speed and small frame, he darted through the grass, impossible to track.

  “Someone’s hiding in the shadows? No—monster. Eveleya! You’re a nun of the Sacred Order—why are you colluding with monsters?!”

  Kasimov glared at her in fury.

  No answer. Only more relentless attacks.

  “Looks like I’ll have to get rough with you!”

  His left hand ignited with black flames.

  High-tier magic—Reaper’s Harvest!

  It could seize a target’s soul and knock them unconscious.

  From a distance, Tian watched and sensed that something was wrong.

  If this continued, Eveleya would be taken away.

  He’d rather she die than be captured.

  Tian took aim with the Elemental Crossbow and fired.

  “Thud thud thud!”

  But again—the black iron armor held.

  “That armor has to be enchanted. It’s taking too much punishment.”

  Tian muttered warily.

  Kasimov stared toward the direction of the arrows, voice ice-cold.

  “Stop hiding. What kind of monster are you? Come out!”

  “Heh... Looks like you’re a lot tougher than those guys from last night.”

  Finally, Tian slowly stepped out from the grass.

  When Kasimov saw it was just a small goblin, he was stunned.

  “A low-tier goblin like you—how?!”

  He instantly realized—this goblin tribe was terrifying.

  A tiny goblin this strong? This intelligent?

  And that black monster hiding in the grass—probably another special variant.

  This was too dangerous!

  He had to grab the white-robed nun and get out immediately.

  Kasimov steeled himself.

  “Let’s make this quick!”

  He charged forward at full speed—striking first!!

  Tian stood perfectly still, showing no sign of dodging.

  “You’re finished!”

  Kasimov couldn’t imagine how Tian could possibly avoid it. Even if he used some skill, it was too late.

  The black, icy blade was just centimeters from piercing Tian’s heart.

  But suddenly—

  A moment of disorientation.

  Kasimov froze, dumbfounded.

  His hands were empty.

  His longsword… was now in Tian’s hand.

  “Not bad. This sword will go to Gob Kuang later.”

  Tian examined it casually, then casually tossed it.

  The blade flew dozens of meters and embedded itself deep into a tree trunk.

  Kasimov’s heart pounded violently. His expression twisted, as if he’d swallowed something foul.

  “Impossible! What just happened?! My sword—how did my sword end up in your hands?!”

  This was exactly Tian’s “Bladeless Draw.”

  Single activation allowed three consecutive uses—stealing physical attacks up to three times.

  But full activation had a chance to disarm the opponent outright.

  It depended on the opponent’s strength.

  “You’re strong... but you’re far too arrogant.”

  As soon as Tian finished speaking—

  Eveleya’s Holy Scripture Prison activated again.

  This time, it fully trapped Kasimov.

  Then Gob Tian struck.

  “Puchi!”

  This time—one hit shattered the armor.

  Tian had been chipping away at the cracks, widening them until the armor finally gave way.

  Blood poured down Kasimov’s back.

  Panic finally set in.

  “That monster—when did it get behind me again? Or was it always there? No matter what I do… I was going to lose anyway?”

  Now he understood.

  Even if the sword hadn’t been taken, that black monster would have backstabbed him.

  Clutching his wound, Kasimov staggered backward.

  Heavily injured and disarmed—he knew it was over.

  After another round of frenzied attacks from Gob Tian, he had nothing left with which to resist.

  “To think… facing just two goblins and I’m already done… What kind of nightmare is this tribe… Captain… I’m coming to join you…”

  With those final words, Kasimov collapsed into a pool of his own blood.

  Tian gave a cold, satisfied grin.

  Finally dealt with him. Good thing these humans came one by one, like the gourd brothers rescuing their grandpa.

  If they’d all come at once, things would’ve been much harder.

  But thanks to Tian’s strategy, they had no choice but to come one at a time.

  Otherwise, all the effort to find the Amethyst Dragon Mother would’ve been for nothing.

  Tian looked over at Eveleya.

  “Good job. I’ll reward you properly.”

  She had actually contributed something this time.

  Eveleya scampered over on all fours, bouncing with excitement.

  She tugged at the ragged cloth covering Tian.

  “Noble Master… Eveleya wants her reward now… I’m already your servant… please let me serve you…”

  “Scram. We’ll talk about this back at the tribe.”

  Tian kicked her delicate white face impatiently.

  He picked up the black longsword, had Gob Tian drag the corpse, and headed back to the tribe.

  When Kasimov’s body was thrown into the center of the camp, the goblins erupted in cheers again.

  Rodel stared in utter disbelief.

  “Dead again… another one dead! That bitch Sword Saint! For the sake of those worthless Bright Town trash—why hasn’t she come yet?!!!”

  “Oh? You’re slandering your own master like that? Honestly, I think she’s pretty admirable. Very righteous.”

  Tian mocked him, eyeing him coldly.

  Then he called over the goblin and ordered it to devour the corpse.

  It directly leveled to 49—on the verge of evolving into another Hero-tier.

  And Tian bestowed a name upon him:

  “Gob Bene.”

  This one was unusually docile among goblins—almost “benevolent.”

  He wouldn’t crush flowers, grass, or bugs outright—he’d play with them instead.

  He usually wandered alone.

  But it wasn’t true kindness.

  Inside, though, he was dark, twisted, even perverse.

  When he caught prey, he’d toy with it slowly until it died.

  Small bugs? He loved putting them together to fight to the death—watching them kill each other—then eating the survivors.

  Tian was curious to see what kind of rare variant he might become after evolving to Hero-tier.

  “Gob Bene? Thank you, Boss! Thank you! I finally have a name!”

  Gob Bene danced wildly, jumping and cheering in pure joy.