Chapter 58: Divine Grace

"You guys are too slow!" Ansair said impatiently.

The majestic voice rang in the ears of all the goblins, who looked up one after another and held their breath for a moment.

Ansair's mountain-like figure brought them an irresistible sense of oppression.

The goblins knelt down on the ground, and some timid goblins even peed directly on the ground.

Ansair stretched out his claws in extreme disgust, even if he hadn't attached Siphoning Strike with it. With a light pinch, the goblins might lose their life.

Killing this horde of goblins is no more difficult than killing ants.

These goblins are all old, weak, sick, and disabled, and the only one who is quite normal was Shandi, who is also a goblin with brain problems.

With just one claw, dozens of layers of Siphoning Strike could be harvested, but Ansair was not in a hurry to kill them.

The body of the dead goblin fell to the ground like a rag, and the other goblins were also lying on the ground trembling, not daring to make any movement.

"Lord God, calm down!"

As the patriarch, Randolph spoke under the tremendous pressure.

"Humph!" Ansair snorted coldly and said.

"Stupid and despicable goblins, if you want to become my family and obtain my protection, you must prove your worth."

"May I ask the Great God, how can we offer the loyalty and value of the small Hill Tribe?" Randolph asked respectfully.　

"Each of you must bring in a beast to prove that you are not worthless," Ansair said, he needs to recuperate, thinking that these goblins can't beat the wild beasts, they can only attract them and then be killed by him.

"This?"

Randolph had a troubled look on his face, and the other goblins were trembling with fear.

The beasts here are at least more than ten meters high. How could the weak and disabled goblins kill them?

"My lord, none of our clansmen are strong, can we ask you to bestow divine grace so that we can resist the ferocious beasts?" Randolph begged.

Ansair opened his mouth.

As the strong wind blew, the goblins clung to the ground for fear of being blown away.

When the storm subsided, they opened their eyes, and there were some sharp weapons and magic equipment in front of them.

"A miracle! What a miracle!"

The goblins excitedly said as they hadn't even seen a storage ring.

Of course, this was taken out by Ansair from the storage space in his body.

These items were found in the Frost Lair and the storage ring of the City Lord of Winter City, and they have no effect on a behemoth like Ansair.

But for this group of weak goblins, this is undoubtedly a gift from the gods.

These greedy goblins couldn't resist the temptation of power, they got up and leaned toward the magic equipment in front of them.

"Hmph! I haven't told you to get it yet!"

"Lord God, calm down!"

The magic equipment in the hands of the goblins fell to the ground as they were frightened by Ansair's voice, they immediately lay down on the ground fearing that they may die.

Ansair waited for them to lie down respectfully before speaking.

"You can only go with one goblin at a time."

The goblins turned their heads and looked at each other. They were all a group of old, weak, sick, and disabled. Using magic equipment together might harm the beasts. If they were alone, they would be delivering themselves to the gate of hell.

The reason why Ansair asked for this was that he didn't trust races like goblins at all, and he was worried that these goblins would run away with his magic items.

But he didn't have any means for them to sign a contract, so he could only let them go alone, while the other goblins stayed as hostages.

However, Ansair would not let them die.

Ansair's huge dragon claw pointed at one of the strong goblins, and green starlight poured into his body.

He is considered strong among goblins, but he is missing a left arm.

Starlight poured into his body, and he felt the warmth. The severed part of his left arm was slightly itchy, and an arm slowly grew out.

With Ansair's current vitality, helping a little goblin recover an arm would feel nothing at all.

"My hand is healed! My hand is healed! Thank you, omnipotent God, for bestowing me with incomparable grace!"

The strong goblin thanked him happily.

The other goblins looked at this goblin enviously, and faint flames of faith emerged from their bodies and entered Ansair's body.

These goblins have only superficial beliefs, not even ordinary beliefs.

The strong goblin emitted a much thicker flame, which could be regarded as ordinary believers with deep beliefs.

Is it only an ordinary believer? I even restored his arm.

Ansair wondered in his heart.

He thought that there would be at least one more fanatic, but he still regarded the matter of belief as too simple.

Fanatics regard gods as the first place in life, but all beings are selfish.

Belief in gods is just to hope that you can make a profit, and you still put yourself first in essence.

Ansair couldn't help but look at Shandi, the silly goblin who knelt down piously on the ground even if Ansair didn't do anything, his eyes sparkles with pride.

Obviously, just by glancing at Ansair and seeing his huge size, Shandi fell in love with him fanatically.

Ansair had to sigh, maybe a fool really has an advantage over ordinary people in terms of belief.

A shallow faith is the worst thing to believe in. Many people, including magicians, may believe in a god for a while at a certain time, but forget it in a blink of an eye.

Those goblins who were disabled or had old diseases looked at Ansair adoringly, hoping that he would once again bestow divine grace and heal them.

Although Ansair is a good dragon, he will not do charity to evil races.

"Every time a goblin of you passes the test, I will heal the next one. Don't think about running away from your race. I will hunt you down to the end of the world. Don't try to challenge the wrath of a god."

Ansair said half tempted and half warned.

"I'm going to attract beasts, I'm going to be the first goblin to pass the test of Lord God, I'm the most heroic goblin warrior!"

Shandi volunteered, as if unaware of the danger involved.

Of course, the other goblins were very happy to have such a fool come forward.

Ansair stopped him: "You are not allowed to go, you have passed the test, you are the most valuable goblin among them."

This is Ansair's only fanatic, and he still needs to do some research, such as the skill [Gift] of the first stage of Divine Ascent.

Ansair pointed to the goblin who had just recovered his left arm.

"You go first."

"Ah~ me?"

This goblin has not yet woken up from the joy of recovering his arm, and he is about to face the test of life and death.