A flurry of Ice Crystals poured out in an instant.
It raised its own Staff and aimed at the human in front of it, just like holding a machine gun.
Qi Lin stepped forward slowly.
The Black Barrier rising in front of her blocked all the incoming attacks.
When these Ice Crystals touched the Black Energy ahead, they seemed to meet scorching flames, melting instantly—without even producing steam.
It wasn’t just melting; it was more like being devoured.
The opponent’s freezing power had no effect on her at all.
Qi Lin, relying on her Shield, steadily advanced towards her foe.
The Goblin leader was stunned.
As a mage, it naturally had some understanding of magic, but it had never seen such bizarre sorcery.
Moreover, where did a human mage come from on this Island?!
“Is this all you’ve got?”
Qi Lin’s cold voice echoed.
She swung her scythe.
The Shield before her shattered instantly, and a jet-black blade of energy slashed out, breaking through all the Ice Crystals in its path as it struck toward the Goblin.
It was horrified, dodging frantically, flinging a few fireballs in desperation, but no matter how it struggled, the outcome was the same.
“You, do you even know the consequences of offending us?!”
It collapsed to the ground.
Its wrinkled, aged face was filled with terror, yet it still managed to spit out threats.
After realizing all its tricks were useless and its only escape route was destroyed, it simply gave up resisting.
“Confess honestly. Maybe I’ll spare your life.”
Qi Lin didn’t rush to strike, instead trying to extract some information.
“Cut the crap. Your mission is to destroy our Base. You’d spare me?!”
The Goblin leader cursed angrily.
“Oh, right. I almost forgot—there was a traitor who sold us out.”
Qi Lin stepped forward, scythe in hand.
“In that case, I guess I’ll just have to send you to die.”
A black blade reflected in its pupils, growing larger and larger.
Its pupils contracted, and in the next instant, darkness swallowed everything.
After beheading this Goblin leader, nearly all Goblins in the tribe were wiped out.
The battle with the demons was also nearing its end.
Those two human Lords were utterly useless, naturally becoming Souls of the Dead under the blades of the Undead Army alongside the demons.
Even though the demons resisted desperately, possessing the ability to slay the undead, their numbers were too few.
Facing an Undead Army several times their size, at the same level, defeat was inevitable.
There was no need for Qi Lin to worry about this side anymore.
She turned to Ji Taimei.
“Wow, you’re really gutless. No wonder you betrayed them.”
As soon as she approached, a foul stench assaulted her nose.
“Hmph, if I had a top-tier unit, I’d fight them head-on too!”
He spat, a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Bang!
Qi Lin kicked him five or six meters away, breaking several ribs instantly.
Blood spilled from his mouth.
“Damn, so now you suck up to them, too? You’re just a useless coward who bullies your own people.”
She stepped on his head, scythe at his throat.
“Speak, or I’ll make you wish you were dead!”
“Dead or alive, it’s all the same. Why should I tell you?”
He spat blood from his mouth, then spat again.
“You bitch!”
“Hah? Now you’re using foreign words to insult me?”
Qi Lin wasn’t angry.
She waved her hand, summoning a specter.
“As long as you don’t curse him to death, just curse him to the brink.”
The specter hesitated, as if pondering the meaning, then seemed to understand and immediately cast a Curse on Ji Taimei.
“AAAAAHHH!”
He screamed, writhing on the ground in agony like a maggot.
It felt like tens of thousands of ants were crawling all over his body.
The torment of mind and flesh combined was unbearable for anyone, especially someone whose ribs had just been broken by Qi Lin.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please spare me!”
He screamed in pain, finally begging for mercy.
“So short. Not even three minutes.”
Qi Lin waved her hand, and the specter immediately lifted the Curse.
Then, Ji Taimei revealed everything he knew.
He’d been attacked after eliminating a wandering Goblin Squad, when a fleeing Goblin brought disaster upon him.
The avenger leading the attack was a Goblin Priest, whose strength was overwhelming—he stood no chance.
When Qi Lin asked how strong the priest was, his reply was, ‘About as strong as you.’
The priest didn’t kill him.
Instead, after seizing his territory, it captured him as a prisoner.
And then… his rear blossomed.
Qi Lin recoiled in disgust, instinctively stepping away.
As for becoming a traitor, he did it after hearing the guidance of the Goblin deity.
“Guidance of the deity?”
“Yeah. Basically, it means killing the Base lord—meaning the Lord—would make them stronger. And, coincidentally, that’s when the Second Cycle Event began.”
“So it was the Terminal Prompt after all.”
Qi Lin understood.
Even if he said nothing more, she had already pieced it together.
As a Lord, Ji Taimei was a target for execution.
To survive, he offered to act as an informant, drawing more Lords together.
When the Goblins saw he was useful, they let him live.
After all, killing him alone was insignificant compared to their larger goals.
As for why he didn’t dare betray them after returning—first, because Lords fought individually, and second, because his territory was already exposed.
He could run, but there was nowhere to hide.
Of course, most importantly, he believed that even united, the Lords couldn’t possibly defeat the Goblin race.
Maybe he’d changed his mind now, but it was too late.
“For being so cooperative, I’ll grant you a swift death.”
Qi Lin retracted her scythe and turned away.
Ji Taimei closed his eyes in resignation.
With a single slash from a Death Knight, this spineless traitor’s reign as a Lord ended.
—
On the other side, the Redemption Alliance had been completely wiped out.
Now, only the Undead remained standing in the Goblin tribe.
“I wonder if the main body has gathered enough Demon Origin yet.”
She pondered, leading her subordinates to loot the spoils of the entire tribe.
With this battle, her Undead Army had swelled to over a thousand.
Now, not only the Redemption Alliance, but even the entire Goblin race on the Island, she felt she could challenge them.
Alliances were just a way for Lords to organize, but in true war, it was the strength of one’s own undead that mattered.
Seeing that escape was hopeless and with no more guards around, it immediately swung the Staff in its hand and chanted a spell.
A flurry of Ice Crystals poured out in an instant.
It raised its own Staff and aimed at the human in front of it, just like holding a machine gun.
Qi Lin stepped forward slowly.
The Black Barrier rising in front of her blocked all the incoming attacks.
When these Ice Crystals touched the Black Energy ahead, they seemed to meet scorching flames, melting instantly—without even producing steam.
It wasn’t just melting; it was more like being devoured.
The opponent’s freezing power had no effect on her at all.
Qi Lin, relying on her Shield, steadily advanced towards her foe.
The Goblin leader was stunned.
As a mage, it naturally had some understanding of magic, but it had never seen such bizarre sorcery.
Moreover, where did a human mage come from on this Island?!
“Is this all you’ve got?”
Qi Lin’s cold voice echoed.
She swung her scythe.
The Shield before her shattered instantly, and a jet-black blade of energy slashed out, breaking through all the Ice Crystals in its path as it struck toward the Goblin.
It was horrified, dodging frantically, flinging a few fireballs in desperation, but no matter how it struggled, the outcome was the same.
“You, do you even know the consequences of offending us?!”
It collapsed to the ground.
Its wrinkled, aged face was filled with terror, yet it still managed to spit out threats.
After realizing all its tricks were useless and its only escape route was destroyed, it simply gave up resisting.
“Confess honestly. Maybe I’ll spare your life.”
Qi Lin didn’t rush to strike, instead trying to extract some information.
“Cut the crap. Your mission is to destroy our Base. You’d spare me?!”
The Goblin leader cursed angrily.
“Oh, right. I almost forgot—there was a traitor who sold us out.”
Qi Lin stepped forward, scythe in hand.
“In that case, I guess I’ll just have to send you to die.”
A black blade reflected in its pupils, growing larger and larger.
Its pupils contracted, and in the next instant, darkness swallowed everything.
After beheading this Goblin leader, nearly all Goblins in the tribe were wiped out.
The battle with the demons was also nearing its end.
Those two human Lords were utterly useless, naturally becoming Souls of the Dead under the blades of the Undead Army alongside the demons.
Even though the demons resisted desperately, possessing the ability to slay the undead, their numbers were too few.
Facing an Undead Army several times their size, at the same level, defeat was inevitable.
There was no need for Qi Lin to worry about this side anymore.
She turned to Ji Taimei.
“Wow, you’re really gutless. No wonder you betrayed them.”
As soon as she approached, a foul stench assaulted her nose.
“Hmph, if I had a top-tier unit, I’d fight them head-on too!”
He spat, a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Bang!
Qi Lin kicked him five or six meters away, breaking several ribs instantly.
Blood spilled from his mouth.
“Damn, so now you suck up to them, too? You’re just a useless coward who bullies your own people.”
She stepped on his head, scythe at his throat.
“Speak, or I’ll make you wish you were dead!”
“Dead or alive, it’s all the same. Why should I tell you?”
He spat blood from his mouth, then spat again.
“You bitch!”
“Hah? Now you’re using foreign words to insult me?”
Qi Lin wasn’t angry.
She waved her hand, summoning a specter.
“As long as you don’t curse him to death, just curse him to the brink.”
The specter hesitated, as if pondering the meaning, then seemed to understand and immediately cast a Curse on Ji Taimei.
“AAAAAHHH!”
He screamed, writhing on the ground in agony like a maggot.
It felt like tens of thousands of ants were crawling all over his body.
The torment of mind and flesh combined was unbearable for anyone, especially someone whose ribs had just been broken by Qi Lin.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please spare me!”
He screamed in pain, finally begging for mercy.
“So short. Not even three minutes.”
Qi Lin waved her hand, and the specter immediately lifted the Curse.
Then, Ji Taimei revealed everything he knew.
He’d been attacked after eliminating a wandering Goblin Squad, when a fleeing Goblin brought disaster upon him.
The avenger leading the attack was a Goblin Priest, whose strength was overwhelming—he stood no chance.
When Qi Lin asked how strong the priest was, his reply was, ‘About as strong as you.’
The priest didn’t kill him.
Instead, after seizing his territory, it captured him as a prisoner.
And then… his rear blossomed.
Qi Lin recoiled in disgust, instinctively stepping away.
As for becoming a traitor, he did it after hearing the guidance of the Goblin deity.
“Guidance of the deity?”
“Yeah. Basically, it means killing the Base lord—meaning the Lord—would make them stronger. And, coincidentally, that’s when the Second Cycle Event began.”
“So it was the Terminal Prompt after all.”
Qi Lin understood.
Even if he said nothing more, she had already pieced it together.
As a Lord, Ji Taimei was a target for execution.
To survive, he offered to act as an informant, drawing more Lords together.
When the Goblins saw he was useful, they let him live.
After all, killing him alone was insignificant compared to their larger goals.
As for why he didn’t dare betray them after returning—first, because Lords fought individually, and second, because his territory was already exposed.
He could run, but there was nowhere to hide.
Of course, most importantly, he believed that even united, the Lords couldn’t possibly defeat the Goblin race.
Maybe he’d changed his mind now, but it was too late.
“For being so cooperative, I’ll grant you a swift death.”
Qi Lin retracted her scythe and turned away.
Ji Taimei closed his eyes in resignation.
With a single slash from a Death Knight, this spineless traitor’s reign as a Lord ended.
—
On the other side, the Redemption Alliance had been completely wiped out.
Now, only the Undead remained standing in the Goblin tribe.
“I wonder if the main body has gathered enough Demon Origin yet.”
She pondered, leading her subordinates to loot the spoils of the entire tribe.
With this battle, her Undead Army had swelled to over a thousand.
Now, not only the Redemption Alliance, but even the entire Goblin race on the Island, she felt she could challenge them.
Alliances were just a way for Lords to organize, but in true war, it was the strength of one’s own undead that mattered.