"Kill you!!!"

  Gorgin brazenly endured the attacks of the goblin mining machine.

  With a lightning - fast swing of his knife, he cleaved the goblin in the cockpit into two.

  The high - speed - rotating chainsaw of the mining machine merely showered sparks against Gorgin's heavy armor before screeching to a halt.

  "hahaha！！！"

  The arrogant guffaws of the ogre chief drowned out the deafening rumble of the goblin machinery.

  The ogres with flame - wielding weapons, led by Nu, formed the vanguard. The rest of the ogres coordinated their efforts, each taking on their respective foes.

  The goblin bombs, which were supposed to harm the ogres, could only kick up some dirt.

  The ogres, feeling the brand on their left arms, were filled with newfound vigor.

  Although they couldn't voice their thoughts, one idea echoed in their minds:

  The chief is incredible!

  The goblins were left dumbstruck.

  This was not how things were supposed to play out.

  The Hot Sand Consortium had mustered a significant force this time. Why were they still on the back foot?

  They yearned for the firepower support from their second - in - command, only to realize that their leader was the one in desperate need of rescue.

  The three - barreled Gatling gun had actually lost the firepower duel...

  This was simply preposterous.

  Not only had it lost, but its operator was nearly cooked. His shells barely scratched the enemy, while the enemy's fireballs had him howling in agony.

  Seeing the ogres' heroic display, the gnolls skulked behind, taking aim with their crossbows.

  These poisoned bolts, if they found their mark on the goblins, could inflict substantial damage.

  The goblins, overly reliant on their machines, wore nothing more than basic leather armor.

  The Dog Captain, in particular, fired a flaming armor - piercing bolt that pierced a sniping goblin, setting it ablaze.

  The Dog Captain grinned malevolently, stealthily shifted his position, and continued his sniping spree.

  Reluctantly, the two goblin alchemists joined the fray.

  With a loud "pala!", a purple potion bottle shattered on the head of a cyclops.

  The cyclops instantly flew into a rage, its body pulsating with a menacing purple glow.

  It yanked out the two sharp blades from its shoulders, one in each hand, and charged towards the ogres, bellowing ferociously.

  In its enraged state, the cyclops recognized no one.

  The alchemists on its back hurled bottles of various colors, bolstering their own side while weakening the enemy.

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  This was the goblins' hidden ace.

  Gorgin cracked his neck. Without a moment's hesitation, he charged towards the cyclops, which stood as tall as he did.

  Bang!!!

  The sharp blade struck Gorgin's heavy armor, piercing through the outer layer.

  But that was as far as it could go. Gorgin, too, had the Branding of the Rock.

  Puff!

  Like stabbing a ripe watermelon, the boning knife slid effortlessly into the cyclops' bloated belly.

  The boning knife was aptly described in four words:

  Extremely sharp!

  " ha ha～"

  Gorgin glanced at the enraged cyclops, then at the goblin alchemist in the palanquin on the cyclops' shoulder, a mocking sneer curling his lips.

  He then twisted his wrist.

  The vertically - inserted knife now lay horizontally.

  In the alchemist's terrified gaze, Gorgin gave a powerful tug.

  Scalding blood and entrails gushed from the cyclops' belly, splattering Gorgin before he could dodge.

  Disemboweled, the cyclops seemed to lose all its strength.

  Gasping for breath, it dropped to its knees, wailing as it futilely tried to stuff its intestines back in.

  Gorgin withdrew his knife and, with a single swing, decapitated the cyclops.

  Blood spurted out like a geyser from the headless neck.

  "Waaaaagh!!!"

  Gorgin, drenched in blood, hoisted the cyclops' head and let out a deafening roar.

  The memories of Blue Star had little sway over him.

  The savage and bloodthirsty ogre chief was his true self.

  The blood covering his body invigorated him, and it also ignited the fighting spirit of the slaves.

  "lokter～～～"

  The orcs spread their arms wide and let out thunderous roars as they charged towards the goblin machines.

  Without their machines, they could crush a goblin with just two fingers.

  This was why wild goblins were held in such low regard, even by dogs.

  The trolls, instead of charging, hurled their javelins. These projectiles could fly over a hundred meters with remarkable accuracy.

  Trolls were natural hunters.

  From start to finish, the advantage firmly rested with the Dragon's Lair Tribe.

  The ogres had dominated the goblins throughout the battle.

  The gnolls, orcs, and trolls were merely supplementary forces.

  The orcs, being a warlike race, could cause significant damage once they closed in on the enemy.

  Those bulging muscles were no mere showpiece.

  The goblin Gatling gun, locked in a fierce firepower duel with Honey, could no longer hold its ground.

  The operator frantically maneuvered the machine backwards.

  "Enough! Enough!!! We're not invaders!"

  The goblin on the machine screeched.

  Gorgin was taken aback.

  "～～～"

  He almost burst into laughter.

  "Whoever kills that fool first gets a weapon as a reward!"

  Gorgin's roar electrified the ogres.

  Even the relatively weaker female ogres, disregarding their own safety, slew their current opponents and charged towards the Gatling gun, howling wildly.

  The group of four ogres with flame - bearing weapons, led by Nu, watched their tribesmen, who were now like rabid dogs, with smug satisfaction.

  A sense of superiority flooded their hearts.

  Their flames always caught the goblins off - guard.

  These four ogres, armed with fire - infused weapons, were virtually invincible.

  The Branding of the Rock significantly mitigated the damage the ogres endured, serving as their unwavering source of confidence.

  The second - in - command of the Hot Sand Consortium never imagined that he would meet his end in such a manner.

  The goblins were left in a state of shock.

  The Gatling gun, standing only five or six meters tall, was on par with the height of the ogres.

  They watched in horror as their leader was yanked out of the cockpit by the ogres, who braved the intense machine - gun fire.

  The ogres even fought among themselves over who would capture the second - in - command.

  In the end, a female ogre triumphantly hoisted the second - in - command of the Hot Sand Consortium and roared loudly, seeking Gorgin's approval.

  "Good, you've earned it!"

  Gorgin was thoroughly pleased with the enthusiasm of his tribesmen.

  The other ogres, looking sullen, took out their frustration on the remaining goblin machines.

  In truth, the battle was already over.

  The Hot Sand Consortium had suffered a crushing defeat.

  The last remaining goblin alchemist raised his hands in surrender, and his cyclops mount mimicked him, lifting its hands as well.

  "We surrender. We'll pay a ransom."

  He was wealthy, as alchemical experiments were notoriously expensive.

  "Surrender?"

  Mockery was etched all over Gorgin's ferocious visage.

  "Surrender when you're losing? Is that the norm in this desert?"

  "What the hell were you thinking earlier!"

  Gorgin lashed out, slapping the alchemist off the back of the cyclops.

  "Damn you! You dared to cause trouble in my territory. The Hot Sand Consortium, huh? I'll dig up your ancestral graves tomorrow!"

  When it came to dealing with enemies, Gorgin had no concept of mercy.

  "Kill them all! Every last one of them!"