Chapter 153: An angel goblin?!

The carriage suddenly shook, startling the four Constellations inside as the beasts pulling it slowed their pace. Lapace, who had been resting against his seat with a bored expression, immediately poked his head through the window to investigate the commotion.

"There’s an enemy floating in the air!" someone shouted from outside, followed by a brief pause before the individual continued. "It looks like a goblin with wings!"

Lapace’s ears twitched upon hearing those words, and his previously bored expression immediately transformed into one of excitement. "An angel goblin?" he muttered, his eyes widening as he imagined the possibilities, before suddenly standing up and announcing, "I’ll investigate!"

"You are clearly just bored," Magic Swordswoman commented, crossing her arms as she watched him rush toward the carriage door.

Thousand Petal merely sighed, while Onyx Elf closed his eyes again, apparently having already lost interest in whatever nonsense Lapace was about to involve himself in.

Lapace paid no attention to their reactions as he leaped out of the carriage and landed on its roof. Without hesitation, he jumped from one carriage to another, moving across the long formation of soldiers with extraordinary agility before finally launching himself into the air.

His figure swiftly crossed the distance separating him from the winged goblin, and within moments, he was standing directly in front of her.

The surrounding soldiers immediately stepped back, allowing the two individuals to face each other while the goblin remained suspended in the air, her magnificent wings spread behind her.

Lapace examined her from head to toe, noticing her small stature, green skin, and the golden radiance surrounding her wings. However, what caught his attention most was her expression, which remained strangely composed despite the sudden appearance of a powerful individual directly in front of her.

He cleared his throat before offering an awkward greeting. "Hi."

"EAKEKAEKKAE! EAKEAKEADK! AKDASKDK! WAK! EAKWKA!"

Lapace froze. "The fuck?"

The winged goblin continued speaking, her voice becoming increasingly urgent as she gestured toward him with both hands. Unfortunately, whatever language she was using sounded like complete gibberish to Lapace, who could only stare at her with an expression of growing disgust.

"EAKEKAE! KAKAEKAKEAKE! AKEAKE! KEA!"

"The fuck are you saying, you weirdo?" Lapace asked, taking a small step backward as he tried to make sense of her words.

He had expected the encounter to be interesting, but he certainly hadn’t anticipated meeting a creature that spoke in a language he couldn’t understand.

Before he could say anything else, the winged goblin slowly raised her arms and spread them apart. Two golden lances began materializing beside her, their sharp tips gleaming with brilliant light as magical energy gathered around their elongated shafts.

Lapace’s expression immediately changed.

A grin stretched across his face as he watched the weapons manifest, his boredom disappearing almost instantly. "Now this is better! After all, the best way to communicate is through fighting!"

He rolled his shoulders before raising his right arm, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "It’s unfortunate that we can’t use our authorities in this world, but that’s perfectly fine!"

A brilliant flash of white light suddenly erupted above him.

"Mjolnir is enough!"

The light condensed into the shape of an enormous weapon, its metallic surface reflecting the surrounding sky as it tore through the atmosphere. Having traveled from the other side of the world at an astonishing speed, the weapon finally reached Lapace, who caught it effortlessly with his outstretched hand.

The surrounding soldiers watched in awe as the enormous hammer settled into his grip, its sheer weight making the air around him tremble. Lapace tightened his fingers around its handle before turning his gaze toward the winged goblin, his grin becoming even more pronounced.

"Let’s begin, you dirty, ugly little shit!"

The winged goblin tightened her grip on her golden lances, her expression finally changing as she prepared to face the incoming attack. Without exchanging another word, the two individuals charged toward each other, their figures colliding in a brilliant flash of golden and white light.

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The Northern Direction

A completely different atmosphere could be found within another carriage traveling toward the northern regions of the foreign world. Unlike the group accompanying Lapace, the four Constellations inside this carriage appeared remarkably comfortable, as though they were enjoying an ordinary journey rather than participating in an invasion.

The carriage itself was carried by hundreds of tiny undead creatures, their skeletal limbs moving in perfect synchronization as they transported the enormous structure across the devastated landscape.

Dark Emperor, Scarlet Queen, Dark Elf Witch, and Mother of Evil sat around a small table, casually discussing their personal interests while the world outside continued to burn.

"As I said, the best way to create a bloodstone is to first decapitate the humans," Mother of Evil explained, speaking with the enthusiasm of someone sharing a beloved cooking recipe. "Then you hang them upside down and make sure to place a strainer underneath so the other organs don’t mix into the blood, before adding a little disturbance to the mixture."

She raised one finger, appearing particularly pleased with her explanation. "After that, you add some flavoring, and personally, I prefer mixing in apple juice because it makes the whole thing much easier to drink."

Scarlet Queen nodded thoughtfully, seemingly considering the suggestion with genuine interest. "I personally only use the blood from the head and torso because I don’t particularly like the limbs, and honestly, who likes bloody limbs anyway?"

"Perhaps Dark Emperor likes them," Dark Elf Witch remarked casually.

The entire carriage immediately erupted into laughter.

Scarlet Queen covered her mouth as she chuckled, while Mother of Evil leaned backward in her seat, clearly delighted by the joke. Dark Elf Witch also smiled beneath her dark hood, seemingly satisfied with her contribution to the conversation, while Dark Emperor remained completely silent.

He didn’t even bother looking at them.

His enormous figure remained motionless against the carriage seat, his expression hidden beneath the shadows surrounding him. Whether he was genuinely uninterested or simply accustomed to the ridiculous conversations of his companions was impossible to determine, but his silence only made the others laugh even harder.

Behind them, however, the scenery was far less amusing.

Through the rear window of the carriage, the remains of an enormous castle could be seen disappearing into the distance. What had once been a formidable fortress, surrounded by towering walls and fortified watchtowers, had been reduced to a collection of shattered stones, broken pillars, and smoldering ruins.

The castle’s outer walls had collapsed in several places, leaving enormous gaps through which the interior courtyard was exposed. Towering structures had fallen upon one another, their broken foundations scattered across the ground, while the remains of wooden gates lay buried beneath heaps of debris and shattered stone.

Smoke rose from the ruined buildings, spreading across the sky in thick clouds that obscured the sunlight. The surrounding land had been trampled beyond recognition, with deep cracks cutting through the earth and enormous footprints marking the places where the undead army had passed.

Thousands of undead creatures continued moving through the wreckage, their bodies crawling over the broken walls as they searched the ruins for anything that remained alive.

Some tore through collapsed buildings with their skeletal claws, while others dragged their decaying bodies across the courtyard, devouring whatever they encountered without the slightest hesitation.

The goblins who had once defended the castle had been completely overwhelmed.

At the center of the devastation lay the remains of the Goblin Emperor who had once ruled the fortress. His enormous club had been broken into several pieces, and his massive body was barely distinguishable beneath the countless undead creatures that swarmed over the ruins.

The four evil Constellations had emerged victorious without suffering any meaningful losses.

Their opponent, a Goblin Emperor who stood among the strongest individuals of his civilization, had been reduced to little more than an obstacle in their path. Compared to the power of the four Constellations, his strength had amounted to almost nothing, like dust scattered by an approaching storm.

Inside the carriage, Mother of Evil continued explaining her bloodstone recipes while Scarlet Queen occasionally offered her own suggestions. Dark Elf Witch listened with amusement, and Dark Emperor remained silent as their carriage moved farther away from the ruined castle.

For them, the destruction of an entire kingdom was nothing more than another small victory in an invasion that had only just begun.