Everything was restored to what it was before.

‘Okan wants to treat the giants as abandoned children to reduce the number of enemies? The Giant King allowed him to do...’

Standing on the gray fog, Rope had already heard the question of Inzaen Nibia.

But this time, he did not answer his apostle.

Leaping down from the gray mist, shuttled through the mist, the God of Disaster easily entered the "small world" that was completely open to him.

‘My lord? ’

Nibia was puzzled by Rope's behavior.

"Since you have already given out the meeting gifts, then I can't be stingy..."

In the pitch-black space covered with the fog of death, Rope's smile became more and more distorted.

"You say so? A fantasy species named Mirobos!"

The terrifying power of the spirit of "disaster" exploded.

Not only that, the slender and weird arms of the black-haired youth are surrounded by the power of "chaos", turning into dark blue tentacles, piercing into a certain position in the "small world" without leaving room.

The subspace is penetrated.

Even with the hidden fantasy species Milobos.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Hearing is dominated by harsh screams, not like roaring, like the sharp noise of metal scratching through concrete.

‘"Constructed Metal" Mirobos! ? How can you be in my world! ? ’

Inzaen Nibia snarled in shock, subconsciously wanting to use the fantasy kind of stunt in the "small world"-"Bad Release and Melt World".

Rope stopped Nibia's excessive behavior.

"Stop it, there is no need to waste power on mortal things."

"How...how could it be possible!? My "construction" shouldn't even be a spirit seed..."

The fierce poison named "Chaos" infected Mirobus's "Medium Nuclear", step by step, dragging him into the indescribable abyss.

In this desperate situation, the reason that remains in the mind of the metal fantasy is not "how to be discovered", but another thing.

The importance of this matter even surpassed the priority of dying to fight back and let the **** of disaster suffer a bit.

——Why did he appear in Inzaen Nibia's body?

Mirobos' memory is very clear how he pried the structural space and then dived into the "small world", the memory can even be accurate to the minutiae of his abilities.

But he couldn't understand why he did this.

Could it be that you are crazy? Think that with the special nature of the "construction" you can assassinate a spirit species?

No, it's impossible, this is by no means a conclusion that he can draw rationally!

So why... if you don’t even carry the "Marrow Burst" of the goblin seed, you will come alone...

Mirobus is like a line without the "middle", and the thinking is not even connected.

At this time, the fantasy species perceives the storage space carefully opened up in its body.

There was no accident. It was supposed to be made by storing goblin seeds, and there are only a few of the 21 "Marrow Explosions"...

Wait, twenty-one?

Twenty-one...

Milobos seemed to have grasped some puzzling point.

However, the God of Disaster had no plans to let him continue to think about it.

With the surging power of the soul, Rope's tentacles are like a python that swallows everything, wrapping the whole body of Milrobus's deliberately compressed body, and dissolving inside.

The shell, the small world, and the most important "medium core" of the fantasy species.

Within a few moments, the fantasy kind of "construction metal" Milobos completely lost his life.

If it weren't for the infiltration of this kind of contempt and dignity, and choosing to fight head-on, Milobos would persist in front of Rope for a longer time, just like the original Inzaen Nibia.

But there is no "if" in this world.

...

In the goblin city that was covered by the spirit of the Gods, in an instant, Ronnie Delauunir's hand inspecting the battleship's cannon stopped.

He frowned, threw away the hammer in his hand, and fumbled around on his upper body.

After a moment, he took out a tiny, shining gear.

The gear's light gradually dimmed, cracks bloomed, and instantly turned into a dusty corpse, which dissipated with the hot wind blowing from below the city.

This is a gift given to him by Miróbos, the fantasy kind of "construction metal."

"Master Mirobus!?"

Ronnie Delauuni gritted his teeth.

"No, it's impossible... We've just been apart for a few days, how could you be like this... Didn't we say that we are going to witness the magnificent scenery of the great master "reshaping the world" together? "

Ronnie Delauunier grasped only a trace of dust, his expression on his face was extremely complicated.

He was no longer concerned about the battleship cannon. He took up the great sword of the spirit suit and pushed open the metal door, watching the busy silver goblin species below and taking a deep breath.

"Little ones! Prepare for battle! Pull out all the usable warships! Support the giants and crush our enemies! Sweep the group of obstacles like iron filings into the dust of history!"

The answer to him was cheers like a roar of mountains and a tsunami.

‘Boy Ronnie, according to the plan, it’s not time for you to play...’

"Sorry, Lord King of Giants, I don’t want to lose any friends. We are an alliance. Either die or live together. If you think I’m wayward, you can propose to the elder to take my "chief" position. . "

‘...’ The Giant King closed his mouth.

The leader of the goblin species did not hesitate and turned around to re-enter the mechanical battleship.

With the launch of the first ship, various ports in the goblin-type cities have begun to intensively arrange.