I, the Goblin King: Rise to Dominate the Other World

Lin Tian was a bit surprised, but then again, it made sense—she was the Goblin Slayer, after all.

Goblin Slayer responded, "I've looked into it. I always wanted to wipe out that tribe, but for some reasons, I couldn't do it."

"What reasons could stop you?" Lin Tian asked curiously.

Who could possibly stop this person from killing goblins?

Goblin Slayer shrugged, "Do I even need to say it? It's obviously because I can't afford to provoke their connections. The Beast King Tribe is affiliated with the Great Tomb, and the creatures there are so formidable that even the Lionheart Empire doesn't dare to confront them."

As she spoke, she noticed something was off, "Huh? Did you guys kill him?"

"Gulp."

Lin Tian swallowed nervously and nodded awkwardly.

He then asked, "What is this Great Tomb thing? It sounds terrifying."

Goblin Slayer thought for a moment and explained, "It's the ruler of the Enchanted Forest, which stretches for ten thousand miles on the western continent. I don't know the specifics, but at least one 12th-tier magical creature lives there, a world-class entity."

"Oh no, a 12th-tier? How am I supposed to fight that?"

Lin Tian felt his heart sink. Damn, even after crossing over and becoming a goblin, he still had to deal with this kind of political maneuvering?

But such things were unavoidable.

Suddenly, he thought of a perfect plan.

At that moment, Goblin Fury was foolishly tearing off a goblin beast's arm and tasting it, "This flavor is delicious!"

"Go, go, go!"

Lin Tian hurriedly kicked him away, looking at the corpse with relief that it was still mostly intact, "Hey, what should I call you? Can't you control goblins? Help me out?"

"Just call me Goblin Slayer. What do you want to do?"

Goblin Slayer looked at him in confusion.

Lin Tian first released the soul of the goblin beast from the magic ring and then had Goblin Slayer control it with her blood.

Sure enough, just like Goblin Kind and the others before, after consuming Goblin Slayer's blood, it obediently followed orders.

Lin Tian then whispered to Goblin Slayer, "Command him to return to the Beast King Tribe and say that he was injured by troops sent by the Lionheart Empire's nobles, who also stole the magic ring. You know, the Stanmon family and the Pheromone family."

He had intentionally let Cecil go earlier to set up an ambush, planning to use Loder as a hostage to wipe them out and gain some experience packs.

Now, unexpectedly, he could gain even more experience packs for free!

Who knows what kind of sparks will fly between the Beast King Tribe and the imperial nobles?

Goblin Slayer couldn't help but sigh, "You're becoming more and more intriguing. Will you be the next Goblin King?"

At this moment, she was eager to see what would happen next.

Her eyes were filled with love for Lin Tian!

They even turned into heart shapes.

She quickly took off her armor and used royal blood to suppress Lin Tian, squeezing him like crazy.

"Don't look, don't look, Goblin Moon, Leah, why are you all coming out, Lilith too, and Goblin Fury, you big fool!"

Lin Tian felt both embarrassed and comfortable.

He couldn't understand why he was being suppressed!

Leah blushed and lowered her head, muttering to herself, "Is this what it feels like to be dominated by him? It's so...embarrassing."

"Boss, I didn't see anything."

Goblin Moon, small as she was, had her little red face almost pressed against Lin Tian, staring wide-eyed without blinking.

Lin Tian said irritably, "Alright, alright, is that how it's going to be? None of you will get away later!"@@novelbin@@

"I-I'll sneak away first."

Goblin Moon stuck out her little tongue, pretending to be busy.

...

In the Lionheart Empire, far from the boundaries of Bright Town.

There stood a massive human federation city.

At a glance, you couldn't see the edges; the entire skyline was covered by the city's expanse.

But the one thing that stood out was the colossal golden lion statue, several thousand meters high, in the center!

That was the iconic building of the Lionheart Empire, the 'Guardian Lion.'

Among the pride, the lion held a high status. Although it rarely hunted, if there was danger, the lion would always be at the forefront.

This represented the empire.

If the people faced foreign invasion, the empire's forces would charge forward like a lion.

At the lion's feet stood the magnificent and splendid palace, guarded by soldiers in lion-head silver armor.

Surrounding it were the castles of the nobles.

"Father! I'm sorry, I couldn't complete the task you gave me. I've disgraced the honorable Pheromone family! Waaa!"

In the great hall of the Pheromone family, Cecil, disheveled and leaning on a crutch, walked in.

Upon seeing his father, he immediately knelt down in agony!

Above him sat a dignified man in a Western-style leather robe, who had been informed of Cecil's return in advance.

But he had no face to see him, for Cecil was unworthy.

Almost the entire noble circle knew that Cecil, a diamond-ranked adventurer and the eldest son of the Pheromone family, had gone out to exterminate a group of goblins to avenge Loder's family and himself.

But now, not only was his team wiped out, but he also lost a leg.

Pheromone's face was grim as he coldly said, "Get out! I'm not your father anymore! You've brought disgrace to our family's honor!"

"Father, please listen to my explanation. Those goblins were very powerful and highly intelligent. We were no match for them! Even the Grey Hat group was wiped out! Oh, and Cousin Loder is still alive!"

Cecil cried as he explained.

Hearing that even the Grey Hat group was wiped out, a flash of surprise crossed Pheromone's face, but it couldn't restore the family's honor.

Previously, everyone laughed at the Stanmon family for Loder.

Now?

They were being laughed at alongside the Stanmon family.

In that era, honor and reputation were extremely important, much like the importance of a clean reputation in ancient China.

For nobles, honor was even higher than life itself.

So even if Loder had died, the Stanmon family didn't send anyone to rescue him. It was only at the Sword Saint's request that they sent two royal knights to help.

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Those who tarnished the family's honor were better off dead.

Finally, Pheromone said, "Do you know how outsiders are laughing at us? The eldest sons of two families defeated by goblins? Even if they're strong goblins, it's still the same!"

Goblins, stereotypically the weakest magical creature group.

No matter how strong, no one respected them.

It's like being killed by a strong piece of dung or the king of dung.

That's a double death—physical death and reputational death.

"Father, I...I'm sorry...It was too terrifying, too terrifying..."

Cecil knelt on the ground, tormented, recalling those terrifying scenes.

He was so scared that his body trembled, and he even wet himself on the spot!

The entire family was dumbfounded!

His siblings showed looks of surprise and disdain.

Cecil was now a living dead man, his reputation utterly ruined.

Pheromone's expression was as if he had eaten dung, "Goblins, goblins! What use are you? To be reduced to this by goblins! Take him away!"

"Earl Pheromone, there's no need to be so angry."

At this moment, another middle-aged man with a curled mustache walked in, accompanied by a maid.

He was the spokesperson of the Stanmon family.

Stanmon Bill.

Seeing him, Pheromone felt even more ashamed, "Stanmon, I'm sorry you had to see this. My son is even worse than Loder, who died! Look at him now! Is he still a noble? He's worse than a commoner!"

Stanmon glanced at Cecil, who was curled up on the ground crying, and didn't care, "Earl Pheromone, I've come to propose we join forces to cleanse our family's disgrace."

"What do you mean? Don't you know that His Majesty has ordered that nobles above the rank of viscount must keep their troops on standby and can't deploy them at will?"

Pheromone said angrily.

If they could deploy troops at will, they would have already sent a bunch of people to crush the goblin tribe.

Stanmon, however, waved his finger, "Your vision is too narrow. Indeed, we can't deploy our troops at will, but what if we send some to support Bright Town?"

Each person of earl rank could command five thousand troops, including cavalry and infantry.

But Pheromone still said, "His Majesty has already sent word to Alice Nia. She's taken action, so why do we need to?"

"You can't say it like that. There's always a way. Just have your son tell His Majesty that the goblins are numerous and strong, and each of us can deploy a thousand troops. Even a Goblin Overlord would be wiped out!"

Stanmon said with a sinister smile.

They needed to cleanse their family's disgrace as soon as possible.

Most importantly, Cecil mentioned that Loder was still alive! This ungrateful son couldn't just be left alive without rescue.

The scene fell silent.

Pheromone sighed deeply, "Fine, don't think I don't know what you're planning. Useless! Go clean yourself up and come with me to see the king!"

Finally.

King Lionheart approved the request, but they couldn't deploy the royal knights, who were of higher strength.

This meant they could only draw combat power from their families.

"Hmph, two thousand elite soldiers, and you can't take down a goblin tribe? Loder, oh Loder, if you were dead, I wouldn't have to go to such lengths!"

Stanmon muttered coldly to himself as he and Pheromone gathered their troops to set out.

...

On the other side.

Under Goblin Slayer's orders, the goblin beast was already heading towards the westernmost Enchanted Forest.

Since it wasn't too far, it would take about ten days on foot to reach.

From a distance, the sky ahead was extremely dark, as if the sunlight above was cut off and couldn't shine through.

It was the largest Enchanted Forest on the continent.

The Beast King Tribe wasn't considered a particularly powerful magical creature force.

They could only reside on the outskirts of the Enchanted Forest.

Before long, the goblin beast arrived outside the tribe.

This tribe occupied an entire valley, very vast, with about two thousand low-level goblins, three hundred Great Types, twenty Hero Types, one Mutant Type, and one Leader Type.

Outside, it was considered a super-large tribe.

But in this Enchanted Forest, it didn't rank very high and was often bullied by surrounding magical creatures.