Chapter 679: The Goblin Leader Finally Makes a Move!

Boom!

The crimson greatsword swept across, and the dozen or so goblins at the very front didn’t even have time to scream before being sent flying by the terrifying force. Blood splattered across the ground, and the goblins charging behind them were knocked into disarray.

[Ding! You have killed an Ironfang Goblin.]

[Ding! You have received +1 EP.]

[Ding! You have killed an Armored Ironfang Goblin.]

[Ding! You have received +3 EP.]

More system notifications quickly stacked before his eyes.

Gabriel glanced at them, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly. As expected, although ordinary goblins didn’t provide many Extraction Points individually, their sheer numbers made up for it.

There were several thousand goblins before him. Even if each one only provided a tiny bit of profit, added all together, it would still be a considerable sum, especially since this army also contained quite a few armored and elite units far stronger than ordinary goblins.

Thinking of this, Gabriel’s gaze toward the underground entrance grew even more fervent.

What did he lack most right now?

Extraction Points!

He still needed a large amount of EP, and although he had accumulated quite a bit before, truly reaching his goal required hunting large numbers of monsters.

And this goblin army before him was practically a mountain of resources delivered to his doorstep.

"Keep going!"

Gabriel hefted Crimson Judgement and charged directly toward the second wave of goblins rushing up.

The greatsword fell once more.

Boom!

Several armored goblins were slain on the spot, and a magic ballista that had just been pushed forward was struck by the heavy greatsword and sent tumbling into the crowded ranks behind it.

For a moment, screams echoed endlessly near the underground entrance, but there were simply too many goblins. The ones in front had just fallen when those behind them stepped over the corpses and charged forward.

In a short span of time, a large number of corpses had piled up around the hole in the old altar, gradually forming a bloody mound that obstructed the entrance.

Watching this scene, Edgar finally understood why Gabriel had been smiling all along.

This guy really was treating several thousand goblins as prey!

Edgar couldn’t help but curse. But he wasn’t idle either.

Silver-green threads quickly spread out, binding several goblins that tried to bypass Gabriel. The six elves guarding the altar also took advantage of the surrounding forest terrain, continuously shooting down enemies attempting to break through from the flanks.

Edgar’s threads extended farther, forming another defensive line around Sophie, the remaining three dark-red nails embedded in the withered primary root, and the captives who had yet to be evacuated. Even the slightest attempt to approach them was immediately intercepted.

The two sides quickly formed a simple division of labor. Gabriel handled the front, while Edgar and the six elves prevented the goblins from spreading to the sides while protecting the altar.

As for Sophie, she guided the surrounding forest to seal off as many routes as possible that the goblins could use.

This way, the goblin legion that originally held absolute numerical superiority was actually blocked near the underground entrance.

The narrow passage had become a slaughterhouse.

No matter how many goblins rushed forward, only a limited number could reach Gabriel at once. And for someone wielding a greatsword as heavy as Crimson Judgement, such densely packed enemies were practically perfect targets.

However, what truly decided the battle was clearly not these ordinary goblins.

It was that nearly three-meter-tall giant goblin.

It stood beside the entrance, watching its subordinates fall continuously, its expression finally turning completely grim.

"Useless!"

The giant goblin roared, and the black spear slammed into the ground.

Boom!

Dark-red power spread along the cracks, and the underground entrance that had already stopped collapsing expanded once more. Large chunks of rock crashed down, forcibly tearing open an even wider passage in the center of the old altar.

The corpses blocking the hole were scattered by the collapsing stone, opening another path for the goblins below.

More goblins immediately surged up.

This time, there were even over a dozen elite goblins that were noticeably taller and larger among them. They wore heavy iron armor, wielded large battle axes, and the mana fluctuations surrounding their bodies were far stronger than those of ordinary goblins.

"Kill that human!"

The giant goblin pointed at Gabriel, and over a dozen elite goblins charged simultaneously.

Gabriel looked up. Then the next moment, the crimson engravings covering Crimson Judgement suddenly lit up as mana poured into the heavy blade.

The greatsword swept horizontally.

Boom!

The three elite goblins at the very front were directly sent flying. Although the several behind them barely managed to block the attack with their weapons, they were still shaken into stumbling retreat.

Gabriel didn’t give them a chance to reorganize their assault. He stepped forward, and Crimson Judgement descended with terrifying weight, smashing through an elite goblin’s battle axe and crushing its armored chest.

The impact knocked two more goblins off their feet. Before the remaining elites could surround him, Gabriel twisted his body and swept the greatsword through their formation.

Boom!

Several more elite goblins collapsed.

The entire battle lasted less than half a minute, and over a dozen elite goblins were already mostly dead or wounded.

The remaining few finally realized that this human before them was not an enemy they could handle. Just as they tried to retreat, Gabriel caught up and ended the fight directly.

[Ding! You have killed an Elite Ironfang Goblin.]

[Ding! You have received +8 EP.]

More notifications stacked before his eyes.

Watching his points continuously increase, Gabriel’s mood improved even more. The difference between ordinary goblins and these elites was considerable.

If there were a few hundred more of these fellows, the harvest would be even more satisfying!

However, just as he was about to continue harvesting, a terrifying aura suddenly pressed forward from ahead.

The giant goblin finally moved.

Holding the black spear, it walked toward Gabriel step by step. The goblins that had been frenziedly charging immediately retreated to both sides, clearing a path for it.

"Human." The giant goblin’s voice was deep.

"You are strong. But you killed my commander, and you killed so many of my tribe."

It slowly raised the black spear.

"Today, you must die."

Gabriel glanced at it, then looked at the densely packed goblins behind it.

"Done talking?"

The giant goblin’s eyes turned cold.

"What?"

"If you’re done, then come."

Gabriel rested Crimson Judgement on his shoulder.

"I’m in a hurry."

Boom!

Terrifying killing intent instantly erupted from the giant goblin, and the next moment, its entire body lunged forward.