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The goblin, aged and worn out from the backlash of magic, struggled to lift its head. It widened its eyes, looking at the towering energy giant in disbelief.
The image in front of it slowly overlapped with its impression of the God of Winter and Hunting...
"Your... Your Majesty..."
Its lips trembled with fear and awe, so much that it couldn't manage even a single coherent sentence.
The energy giant glanced at it, and though its gaze was neither joyful nor sad, betraying no emotion, a cold snort that followed expressed her dissatisfaction, making the goblin shiver instinctively.
At the same time, along with a brilliant silver light and ethereal hymn, a tremendous divine pressure was instantly released from the giant...
It was the natural oppression of a higher being toward a lower one, stemming from the essence of life itself.
The divine soul pressure of a true god!