Several white flashes flickered in front of Nightshade.
Dust swirled, and the ground cracked.
Nine massive mechanical titans, each ten meters tall and weighing several dozen tons, appeared.
Their heavy skeletal frames were rusted, and the screeching sound of corroding metal grinding against each other filled the air. Thick black smoke poured from the mecha's exhaust vents, and the rumbling roar of old tractor-like engines could be heard.
[Goblin Tech - Type 1 Small Armed Titan]
[Player Nightshade's Creation]
Skills: Shoot, Explode, Hack
If any other player had been present, Nightshade would have been ridiculed by the entire server. While others were still trying to figure out how to make their characters swing swords faster or strengthen their skills…
He, on the other hand, had already opened up an ultra-industrial civilization in the game!
These mechs were bright red, with composite armor panels resembling large iron cooking pots. Painted on them was a black skull with the words [Godslayer] underneath.
"Can't beat them, just use technology, it's perfectly normal." Nightshade muttered to himself.
In terms of firepower, the mechs had massive Gatling magic cannons hanging from their thick mechanical arms. One of the other arms held a rusted giant battle axe or sword.
But that wasn't the most over-the-top feature.
The true killer weapon was the honeycomb-shaped rocket launchers mounted on the mechs' shoulders, capable of launching at least fifty rockets at once, each equivalent to a B-grade fire magic spell.
Of course, such exaggerated firepower came at a hefty price, even though Goblin Tech was known for being cheap. The cost of one of these small Titan mechs was still a whopping 100,000 gold coins. The creation of these machines had drained the guild's funds, causing Madman to drag Nightshade out of the game cabin more than once for a serious "talk."
The pilots of these mechs were even more interesting.
"The massacre has begun! Wow!!"
"The Wargod Apostles have entered a new war!"
Deep, savage battle cries echoed from within the mechs.
These were goblins, and not just any goblins. They were the tallest, the strongest, the most terrifying of their kind—over 2.5 meters tall, the super goblins.
The Goblin race, when their population exceeds ten thousand, sees the elite warriors like the Goblin Brutes and Goblin Demolitionists battle it out for supremacy. The strongest among them would evolve into a Goblin Boss.
[Goblin Boss: Level 40]
[Lord-Class Creature]
Skills: I Think My Opponent Is Weak, I Think My Opponent Is Strong
The Goblin Boss's skills were unique—when the Boss felt the opponent was weak, his attack power would double. But when he thought the opponent was strong, his health would double!
Purely unscientific, these creatures didn't think rationally at all.
Seeing these strange goblins appear, even Barenkas, the Six-Winged Inferno Dragon, found himself momentarily stunned.
"Just bigger ants," Barenkas scoffed coldly.
Barenkas raised all six of his arms at once, and the sky above the arena exploded with dark stars, which came raining down toward the Titan mechs.
This strike covered almost half of the entire arena. Nightshade took a deep breath, knowing that evasion was impossible.
But the Goblin Bosses also realized how formidable the enemy was.
The nine mechs formed a fan shape around Nightshade, their surfaces glowing with a strange red light, and the Goblin Bosses' eyes filled with irrational fury.
I think my opponent is stronger!
Nightshade's eyes hardened. He muttered to himself, "Such a strong A-level player... but I'm a Godslayer, and we are the unbeatable kings!"
"Goblin Boss!" Nightshade's expression changed sharply. He immediately shouted, "Fire, fire, fire!!"
All nine Titan mechs moved in perfect unison, lifting their Gatling magic cannons and aiming them at the incoming dark stars!
Countless magic bullets screamed as they formed an impenetrable bullet storm in front of Nightshade.
In just one exchange, thousands of magic bullets punched a hole through the black stars.
Barenkas' expression darkened as he swung his six arms, quickly gathering magic to pull the stars back together.
A tidal wave of dark magic surged across the battlefield, hundreds of dark meteors crashing toward the mechs.
Critical Hit -100,000!
Critical Hit -100,000!
The entire arena shook violently as Nightshade staggered, trying to hold his ground with his legendary staff. Four of the mechs at the front were smashed into the ground by the meteorites, and the devastating burn damage quickly drained the mechs and the Goblin Bosses' health.
However, Nightshade remained steadfast. He knew the Goblin Bosses could stand up again!
Inside the mechs, the Goblin Bosses roared through the flames, their voices filled with endless fury: "Wow! Wow!"
Barenkas' expression twisted with disbelief. His body blurred as he moved at incredible speed, his enchanted sword whistling through the air as he wildly hacked at one of the mechs.
Other mechs took advantage of the moment, raising massive battle axes and charging toward Barenkas.
But Barenkas, being of Dark Dragonblood, was a natural-born assassin among the native inhabitants of Infinite Dimensions. Although the mechs were powerful, their slow attack speed made it hard to hit the agile Barenkas.
Barenkas growled, slashing off the legs of the damaged mechs, rendering them powerless as they collapsed on the ground, struggling to resist.
Critical Hit -40,000!
Critical Hit -30,000!
Barenkas' attack speed was beyond imagination, especially considering he had six arms. The mechs' health was quickly running out.
"Get out of the mechs!" Nightshade exclaimed with a grin. "Number two, it's your turn!"
The Titan mechs' hatches suddenly burst open, and the Goblin Bosses were blasted hundreds of meters into the air by a powerful force.
As they plummeted through the air, one of the Goblin Bosses reached for their backpack and pulled out a parachute.
"Wow! I think the enemy is so stupid! Hehehehe..." the Goblin Boss screeched.
In their hand was a red button, which they slammed downward.
The honeycomb-shaped rocket launcher on the mech instantly exploded.
The explosion was so powerful, it rivaled an S-grade fire magic spell. Half of the arena's stands were flattened in the blast.
Fatal Damage -3,000,000!
A terrifying damage output burst forth, and Barenkas howled in fury. He failed to dodge in time, and his arms were shredded to pieces.
Barely managing to transform into his dragon form, Barenkas escaped the blast, though this had reduced the damage significantly.
"Dragon? A player… turning into a dragon? What a weird game," Nightshade muttered in disbelief, staring at the "Four-Winged Dragon" in the sky, blood dripping from its body.
Barenkas screamed in rage, "Ant, you will die! You and the adventurer named Orgod will both perish at my jaws!"
"Is he talking about Orson? These players have some strange tastes… Orson's such a good guy, how could they want to eat him..." Nightshade mumbled, shaking his head. "Never mind, the bigger target is less troublesome."
With that, he gave the order, and the Titan mechs' limbs hit the ground, opening the rocket launchers on their shoulders.
Nightshade's eyes gleamed, a malicious smile forming on his face. "Skill—Boom Boom Boom! Targeting airborne enemies!"
The rockets launched in a barrage!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Dozens of magic rockets shot toward Barenkas, who was about to unleash his Dark Flame Dragon Breath. His dragon eyes widened in panic, and a thick spit lodged in his throat, causing him to freeze.