Chapter 375: Iron Fang's Shock
Mithril was the strongest anti-magic metal.
There were spells capable of melting mithril, but that monster had not yet reached such a level.
Seeing that its attack was ineffective, the Fire Rat Giant charged straight at Gobu Tiger.
Gobu Tiger was unfazed, gripping his spiked club and meeting the charge head-on.
Although many considered Goblin Kings to be merely mid-tier magical beasts, as Li Meng's descendant, Gobu Tiger's attributes far surpassed those of an ordinary Goblin King.
The difference was not just a few times—but dozens.
At this moment, Gobu Tiger's raw power was no less than that of a King-tier magical beast.
On the battlefield, the two behemoths collided.
Gobu Tiger swung his spiked club at the Fire Rat Giant, but to his surprise, the giant made no attempt to dodge.
Instead, it lunged forward, crashing into Gobu Tiger's chest.
The sheer force sent Gobu Tiger stumbling back several steps.
The Fire Rat Giant attempted to capitalize on this, but Gobu Tiger steadied himself and smashed his spiked club into its shoulder.
The powerful strike nearly knocked the Fire Rat Giant off balance.
The two massive figures brawled in the battlefield, resembling street brawlers in a chaotic fistfight rather than warriors engaged in a refined duel.
Gobu Tiger relentlessly swung his spiked club, while the Fire Rat Giant countered with its flaming claws.
Just as Gobu Tiger prepared to bring his weapon down on the flaming rat's head, the Fire Rat Giant suddenly grabbed the spiked club.
Its grotesque mouth opened wide, spewing green flames directly at Gobu Tiger's face.
"Damn you, filthy rat! Despicable!"
The flames scorched his visor, searing his eyes with agonizing pain.
Instinctively, Gobu Tiger lifted his right foot and delivered a brutal kick to the Fire Rat Giant's torso.
"Boom!"
The impact sent the Fire Rat Giant flying over ten meters before it crashed to the ground.
Gobu Tiger, gritting his teeth through the pain, tore off his helmet.
He retrieved a red potion and poured it down his throat.
The burning green glow in his eyes rapidly faded as the potion worked its magic.
"I swear, I will kill you, you filthy rat!"
As his vision returned, Gobu Tiger donned his helmet once more, gripping his spiked club and charging toward the Fire Rat Giant.
The Fire Rat Giant, now back on its feet, roared in defiance.
It stomped the ground, causing the earth beneath them to crack.
A fiery trail of green flames surged toward Gobu Tiger's feet in an instant.
"Boom!"
The ground beneath Gobu Tiger erupted, engulfing him in a towering pillar of green fire that shot a hundred meters into the sky.
Under the moonlit night, the inferno was an unmistakable beacon.
"You filthy rat! You're dead!"
A furious roar erupted from within the flames.
A colossal steel-clad figure burst forth from the inferno.
Gobu Tiger lunged toward the Fire Rat Giant, his massive spiked club raised high before bringing it down with a devastating strike.
Once more, the two giants clashed in a fierce melee.
The Fire Rat Giant's terrifying presence kept the nearby Ratmen at bay.
Any who dared approach were instantly consumed by the green flames, reducing them to fuel for the infernal giant.
This inadvertently prevented Gobu Tiger from being overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
As Gobu Tiger battled the Fire Rat Giant, the conflict across the Goblin settlement raged on.
In the south, north, and west, the battlefield had reached a fever pitch.
Ratmen soldiers swarmed the wooden walls, scrambling up siege ladders in a bid to seize control.
From a bird's-eye view, the settlement was surrounded on three sides.
A seemingly endless horde of Ratmen flooded every inch of the buffer zone.
Goblin crossbowmen on the walls and within the settlement fired volley after volley into the Ratmen ranks.
Arrows rained down like a torrential storm, cutting down Ratmen by the dozens.
The battlefield was littered with corpses.
Yet, despite the mounting casualties, the Ratmen showed no signs of retreating.
The stench of blood only seemed to fuel their frenzy.
They shrieked and howled, charging forward without hesitation.
"How can a mere Goblin King possess such power?!"
At the forest's edge, Battle Cry Iron Fang stood in shock.
To Iron Fang, Goblins were nothing more than weak magical creatures.
Even a Goblin King was supposed to be weak.
A single touch from the Fire Rat Giant should have been enough to kill it.
Yet, what he was witnessing defied all logic.
A Goblin King that could match the strength of the Fire Rat Giant?
The Goblin settlement's defenses were also far more formidable than Iron Fang had expected.
While it was larger than the others his forces had previously destroyed, and its walls and towers were sturdier, he hadn't thought it would pose much of a challenge.
Now, he wasn't so sure.
Despite his army's proximity to the walls and the siege ladders already in place, the Goblins were holding firm.
Even when Ratmen soldiers managed to climb the walls, they were swiftly cut down.
Their corpses were hurled back down as makeshift projectiles, crushing their own comrades below.
Iron Fang turned his gaze toward the forest depths.
For this battle, he had brought along thousands of the old, weak, and sickly from his tribe.
Their sole purpose was to serve as sacrifices.
Each day they lived, they drained precious resources.
If possible, Iron Fang would have used them all at once.
But he knew he couldn't.
The Fire Rat Giant could not survive indefinitely.
It could only endure the divine power of the Great Horned Rat for a limited time.
In less than an hour, the Fire Rat Giant would burn out and perish.
Moreover, the amount of divine energy it could absorb was finite.
If that threshold was exceeded, the giant would explode.
And it was already reaching its limit.
Just then, a figure materialized beside the Savage Bull Beast.
It appeared so suddenly, as if emerging from thin air.
Draped in a black cloak, its entire form shrouded in shadow.
It was a Shadow Rat—one of the Ratmen with innate stealth abilities.
"Iron Fang, sir! There is a force of ten thousand Goblin Boar Riders hidden in the eastern forest!"
Iron Fang's expression changed drastically at the news.
A force of ten thousand Goblin Boar Riders?
Just how many Goblins had gathered in this settlement?
Iron Fang was all too familiar with Goblin Boar Riders.
His hunting parties had never once won a skirmish against them.
Forest Boars could navigate dense woodlands with ease and possessed an extraordinary sense of smell.
Once locked onto a target, escape was nearly impossible.