Prepare to become my sustenance.

The boiling whale proclaimed with unwavering confidence.

Regardless of the goblin king's higher level, the whale remained unperturbed.

Its centipede had devoured numerous goblins, fully maximizing its resistance, leaving it unafraid of the goblin king.

Once it consumed the royal beings of the goblin kingdom, it would ascend once more, requiring no assistance from other troops, as one centipede would suffice.

The boiling whale soared into the air, charging directly at the Goblin King.

With countless ethereal centipedes swirling within its domain, its pincers aiming for the opponent's head.

The Goblin King found itself with no retreat.

Behind lay its kingdom, even if it could not defeat the foe, it had to fight.

Refusing to believe that such an uncanny ability was insurmountable, the Goblin King unleashed its domain, summoning a multitude of life energy to shield itself while simultaneously launching an assault.

To its astonishment, the attacks were wholly absorbed by the ethereal centipedes of the boiling whale, failing to impede its onslaught.

As the whale closed in on the goblin king, it twisted its staff, releasing a terrifying shock wave that forcefully repelled the whale.

The boiling whale regained its balance midair, transforming into a fleeting shadow as it launched another assault.

Let's see how many times that artifact can be used.

The goblin king with a grave expression realized that its attacks had no effect.

In its youth, it could have dawned armor and wielded weapons to engage in battle.

But now, in its twilight years, it lacked the stamina for such endeavors.

With no other options, the goblin king continued to employ sorcery, expelling streams of blue and red flames that coalesed into a fire dragon, encircling it and swirling upward toward the sky.

Behind the goblin king, dozens of goblin shamans unleash their sorcery, channeling energy into a colossal fireball of blue, white, and red hues.

The goblin king paid no heed to the approaching boiling whale.

The fireball rapidly spun above his head.

Its flames intertwining and merging, emanating an increasingly terrifying energy.

The boiling whale, undeterred, unleashed a strike imbued with its own domain, which crashed against the Goblin King's magical shield, instantly fracturing it on the brink of shattering.

Yet, at that very moment, the crown at top the Goblin King's head radiated a blinding light, reconstituting a protective barrier.

This time, the whale's assault merely met with an unyielding surface, causing no discernable disturbance.

Undeterred, the whale intensified its onslaught while the fireball above the goblin king's head approached its zenith.

The surrounding goblin shamans hastily retreated and sensing the dire situation.

Shenfong also prepared to distance himself from the battlefield, but it was too late.

The fireball exploded in an instant, unleashing a cataclysmic shock wave that engulfed the arena.

Boom! A respplendant flame erupted at the juncture of the goblin king and the boiling whale with circular shock waves radiating outward.

The entire basin trembled as the surrounding walls crumbled and fissurers marred the sky above.

Even the goblin king's castle was not spared.

The fearsome aftershock shattered its protective barrier, leading to extensive cracks in the walls.

The goblin shamans, nearly depleted of their magical energy, were flung into the air by the shock wave, collapsing to the ground.

Though Chunfong and his companions reacted swiftly, they nonetheless found themselves within the blast radius.

As the undead and the two siblings braced themselves for impact, a massive black barrier materialized, enveloping them instantaneously, rendering the terrifying aftershock ineffective against its surface.

The siblings in their legion of undead turned to see by you standing not far behind them.

Leader, you have returned.

Your majesty, accompanying by you were eight royal tier undead, comprising seven corpses from the fortress and a royal death knight summoned from the holy land of Andy.

This excursion had been fraught with peril.

Yet this grotesque creature could devour.

As the explosion subsided, Bayou observed that while the Goblin King remained unharmed under the crown's protection, he was profoundly weakened and unable to continue the fight.

The Goblin King's last assault had been a desperate gambit, and its effectiveness was far from ideal.

The boiling whale lay on the ground, its armor shattered, blood seeping from within, appearing grievously injured as it feigned death.

In truth, its body was recuperating at an astonishing rate.

During the explosion, a portion of energy had even been absorbed into its chest.

One could not deny the terrifying nature of this ability.

Isn't this the quintessential protagonist template? Bayou remarked sarcastically.

However, Chuna held a differing opinion.

Who cares about him? Leader, you are the true protagonist.

Chunfong, since when did my sister become such a flatterer? Although Bayou had grown stronger, she was far from foolish enough to reveal herself prematurely and engage in a head-on clash.

Is it not a fortuitous situation during their prime they may not have been able to overpower themselves? Yet now they are but shadows of their former selves, all but lifeless.

With the eight royal level beings summoned by Bayou, the once dwindling ranks of the undead, which had only 13 royal level combatants, have now surged to over 20, even surpassing the number from the goblin kingdom.

The boiling whale devoured two royal level goblins, leaving no remnants behind, which greatly displeased Bayou.

This cockroach-like being must pay the price.

Oh no, it is a centipede-like creature.

Eliminate them all.

At Bayu<unk>s command, the royal level beings charged forth with vigor against the defenseless goblins, their confidence bolstered by Bayou's return.

Bayou, accompanied by her two siblings, advanced toward the half-dead boiling whale.

Hearing the commotion of the undead from within the pit, the boiling whale struggled to rise, turning its head just in time to behold the trio.

Upon seeing by you, the pupils beneath its mask instantly constricted, its expression one of disbelief.

By you, it is you.

Chapter 271.

The diary of a sycopant.

Do you recognize me? Bayou was puzzled by Fay Jing<unk>s exclamation, feeling as though she had indeed heard that voice before.

Chunfong and Chinua were equally bewildered.

It's me, Fay Jing.

I invited you to our graduation gathering, but you didn't te.

I never expected to see you here.

It's truly wonderful.

Feing exclaimed excitedly, removing his mask.

Bayou recalled a figure from her memories, a person associated with her predecessor as past, yet that was a bygone era that held no relevance to her current existence.

Moreover, it seemed that her predecessor had harbored a strong dislike for him.

Bayou strained to recollect memories of Fijing.

But she had scarcely delved into her past, believing that her crossing into this new life warranted a farewell to her former self.

Noticing by US indifference, Fa Jing felt a twinge of embarrassment as the siblings observed the scene with mild amusement.

I pursued you for 3 years, invested so much in you, yet you refused to acknowledge me after just a few days in this magical realm.

Have you completely forgotten me? Fake Jing lamented, feeling wrong that his goddess did not remember him at all.

Huh? Is NT that the very definition of a sycopant? Chinua could not help but interject.

Silence.

I am Jang Nan<unk>s most devoted suitor.

Fay Jing retorted angrily at Chinua.

Bayu recalled that her predecessor and Fijing were high school classmates.

Despite being repeatedly rejected, he had stubbornly persisted in his pursuit, ultimately inciting her predecessor as aversion.

Fijing came from a moderately affluent background.

While not a true rich heir, he was generous in his affections, albeit solely on his own terms.

During graduation season, Fay Jing organized a reunion with the intention of professing his feelings once more.

But her predecessor, fully aware of his motives, chose not to attend.

As Bayu sifted through her predecessors memories, she learned that she was a gentle yet tenacious girl.

Such a disposition often refrained from uttering hurtful words.

Though she had rejected Fijing, he seemed to believe that there was still hope for him.

Fijing, undeterred by repeated failures, remained oblivious to the notion of surrender.

His incessant pursuits and overstepping boundaries began to disrupt her predecessor s normal life.

Even the girls in the class grew envious of her, resenting her beauty despite her family s well-known struggles.

It was not an exaggeration to call her the school Espel.

They envied her admirers and the affections directed her way, criticizing her for being overly proud, and malicious rumors circulated among the girls, resulting in few willing to befriend her.

Fortunately, she finally endured until graduation, gaining admission to her dream university, thus liberating herself from the clutches of those loathome peers.

During the summer, she earned her living expenses and tuition by writing novels, but then Bayou found herself not only living for her own sake.

If possible, she would also live for her predecessor.

The Fijing before her was intrinsically linked to her predecessor s history and thus to buy us own journey.