Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 36 The Death of the Dragonblood Kobold

Dragon blood.

A divine gift from heaven allows even mortals to easily step into the realm of the extraordinary.

Races with dragon blood possess physiques and talents far surpassing their own kind; their very existence is enough to exert pressure and frighten away weaker lives.

But now, these elite dragon-blooded warriors have been frightened away by a human and lost their courage to fight to the death.

Fear is the most basic instinct of living beings.

Unless one is a true fanatic, no one would want to lose their life for nothing.

Behind them, Monk finally finished loading the second shot into his magic-powered pistol.

He did not hesitate.

He raised the gun and aimed it at the back of the subordinate who was standing in front of him.

The magic's lock-on requires a path, and even with tracking, there's still a risk of being blocked by that monster.

Pierce through subordinates, allowing bullets to be fired from unpredictable angles and at unexpected times.

"Only in this way can we be absolutely certain of success."

For the sake of the gods, no sacrifice is unacceptable; this is how the Dragonblood Kobolds came to be.

In order to ensure that the dragon blood is passed down forever within the clan and is not tainted or diluted by mortal blood.

They killed all the mortals of their race; ninety percent of the kobolds perished in that purge.

Those who survived were all offspring of the Kobold King, and through endogamy, their bloodlines were gradually purified.

His pure bloodline and powerful will allow him to control the boiling dragon blood within him.

He was a born king and God's most reliable lieutenant.

"Go to hell."

Montgomery pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, but deadly flames shot into the air.

A dark dagger engraved with skull patterns flew out of nowhere and deflected the gun barrel.

The bullet, deviating from its trajectory, whistled past Xin Zang's ear and plunged into the chest of the dragon-blooded kobold in front of him, blasting a bloody hole.

Monk suddenly felt a wave of confusion wash over him, his head spun, and everything before him became blurry and distorted.

He bit his tongue hard to stay awake and search for the source of the attack.

"Drow elf! Do you intend to become an enemy of a nation blessed by the gods?!"

There was dead silence all around.

There was no response from the shadows.

The cunning fox waits for the scraps, while the final predator will be a lion.

The sound of bones breaking came from the front, and the screams grew fainter.

Shinzo drew his dark red iron spear and snapped the neck of the last guard.

The charred corpse fell on top of his companion.

The murderer stepped over the mess and walked up to Monk.

The blood dispersed into a mist in the air.

The rough, scorching iron spear tore through the air, whistling through the wind, and crashed down from above.

The dizziness from the toxins was still raging in his mind; Monk had nowhere to escape.

He could only roar as he raised his thick, armored forearms to block the attack.

However, extraordinary power will not protect the cowardly who have lost their will to fight.

Metal twists and explodes.

An inexplicable force crushed the arm armor and broke the arm bone.

Monk's massive body was lifted off the ground and forcefully flung several meters away.

He vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

The dragon blood and powerful physique that they were so proud of seemed utterly laughable in the face of this devastating blow.

Monk struggled to roll over, his twisted and deformed right hand still crawling to the side, trying to grab back the fallen magic-powered pistol.

But a foot stepped heavily on his wrist.

"Click."

Wrist crushed.

Xin Cang looked down at him from his high vantage point.

The rough iron spear was raised, its tip pressed against the heart that beat with dragon blood.

"For...my God..."

Monk stared with bloodshot eyes and forced out a final growl through clenched teeth.

His body began to swell, and bright red veins appeared on his face, forming horrifying lines.

Like a red-faced demon, the dragon's blood boiled and surged into the wound, relieving the pain.

Ultimately, it was all in vain...

The iron spear pierced through his chest without any resistance.

The "Heart Fire" flowed into the gun barrel, instantly burning away the strong heart and completely extinguishing the life force within him.

The elite dragonblood kobolds, Monk of the royal family, have fallen completely silent.

Xin Zang drew his spear and casually flicked off the charred flesh and blood from it.

Light footsteps echoed from the wall behind them.

Liz leaped down from the height and landed lightly behind him.

She walked over to Shinzo with her hands behind her back, kicked the corpse, and said with a smile.

"How was it? The feeling of killing a powerful figure, was it addictive? If I took you to the underground world, a bunch of girls would definitely fall for you."

Xin Cang picked up the magic-powered short gun from the pool of blood and tucked it into his waistband. This magical weapon overturned his understanding of weapons. He could try to make a replica when he brought it back to the tribe.

"Let us part here, Lisse, my god, who calls to me from afar."

Liz was squatting beside the pile of corpses.

"It's a god again."

Liz was squatting beside the pile of corpses, scavenging for loot. As she spoke, she stuffed bloodstained gold into her pocket.

"I think you're no different from this dead dog on the ground, always talking nonsense."

"What's so good about gods? You believe in them so much, yet you're still stranded in a foreign land, treated like livestock and used for the amusement of kobolds."

But Xinzang wasn't in the mood to argue with her, nor did he want to tell her that this was a trial from God.

Liz does not believe in God; she does not even have a race or family.

She is a ghost who will spend her entire life wandering in this Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

Forever free, forever unrestrained.

But that's not what Shinzou is after.

They are two completely different types of people with completely different ideas and who follow opposite paths.

Sooner or later, a conflict will erupt between the two.

But Shinzo didn't want to kill her himself.

Picking up his iron spear, Xin Zang ignored the chattering drow elves and headed straight out of the city.

"Are you really angry?" Liz pouted, immediately stood up and followed him. "Don't be so petty."

Before he could finish speaking...

High in the sky, a sudden and unexpected change occurred.

A magnificent and dazzling divine light tore through the clouds and crashed down, completely enveloping Xinzang.

The voice of the gods resounded in Xinzang's ears:

"Your people have discovered the enemy's tracks, and war is about to begin."

"The hero has now acquired all kinds of wisdom, but lacks the tempering of blood and fire in actual combat."

"Child of the King of Men, carrying my will, shall fully intervene in this war of the three gods!"

Within the pillar of light, space distorted violently, and Xinzang's figure began to rapidly become illusory.

Liz's expression changed drastically as she was forced back by the blast wave.

Teleportation magic?

"Trying to get rid of me? No way!"

She gritted her teeth and lunged forward. Just before the light completely merged, she crashed into the blinding divine light and embraced the man's body.

The light suddenly receded and vanished without a trace.

On the devastated streets, the two vanished into thin air.

The deathly silence lasted for a long time.

Only after confirming that there was no further movement outside did the lowly kobolds hiding in the dilapidated houses cautiously peek out.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground and the completely destroyed houses,

The surviving dog-headed people fell to their knees with a thud, kowtowing and worshipping.

In the ignorant understanding of mortals.

That was a manifestation of the true Buddha, who sent down a divine miracle to take away these two demons who had slaughtered the southern tribes.

Within half a day, the legend of Buddha's miraculous appearance and protection of all living beings rebounded from the dead ruins and spread throughout the entire Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas.