[Exotic Beast Name: Greedy Goblin]
[Talent: E (Ordinary)]
[Attributes: Evil Type]
[Level: LV39]
[Talent: Greed]
[Skills: Escape, Gunpowder Bomb Type I]
[PS: Time is money, art is explosion!]
The attribute panel has a distinct goblin touch, but why does a goblin using a cold weapon like a Wolf Fang Club have a skill called [Gunpowder Bomb Type I]?
A technology-side goblin should be wrapped in arms products, making them look like armed bandits, shouldn't they?
Hiding around a corner two hundred meters away, Mo Qingchen secretly peeks out with one eye, staring closely at the Greedy Goblins. Finally, through the [Eye of Truth], he examines the attribute panel of these goblins.
Four Guardian Beasts are currently fighting against three goblins, but Mo Qingchen understands that these Guardian Beasts are at a severe disadvantage.
The facts unfold exactly as Mo Qingchen anticipated.
In yet another round of confrontation, these treacherous and sly goblins, while knocking back several Guardian Beasts, quickly pull out a [Gunpowder Bomb Type I] with a lit fuse and casually toss it.
Before the Guardian Beasts even hit the ground, the pursing bomb sticks to them like glue.
In less than 3 seconds, with a "boom," three Guardian Beasts are blown into bloody fragments, two of which collapse in agony into the crater, while one is torn into pieces by the explosive force.
"Heh heh..." Amidst the evil laughter, the three Greedy Goblins charge without hesitation at the severely injured Guardian Beasts, mercilessly smashing their Wolf Fang Clubs on the beasts' heads.
"No! Stop!"
"Damn bastards! Get away from my Guardian Beast!"
"Despicable shameless scum, let go of my Guardian Beasts!"
"My Guardian Beast, ah damn goblins, I will tear you to pieces!"
Retreating dozens of meters away, four Beastmasters faced with the sudden turn of events, swear furiously, but none of them dared to approach.
One Beastmaster, seeing his Guardian Beast blown to death, cursed loudly and decisively turned to run.
As for the remaining three who stayed behind to shout in anger, they quickly paid a heavy price for their actions.
The goblins, having smashed the Guardian Beasts to death, immediately focused their bloodthirsty red eyes on the three still cursing Beastmasters, charging forward without hesitation.
These Greedy Goblins moved swiftly as if with oiled feet, covering the forty-meter distance almost instantly.
Then, without mercy, their spiked Wolf Fang Clubs smashed into the heads of the three Beastmasters.
Blood splashed, brains burst open, and they died instantly from headshots.
The ferocity of the Abyss monsters made Mo Qingchen's scalp tingle from afar, especially as the goblins after killing the Beastmasters sat directly on the ground, grabbing chunks of flesh to feed their tusked mouths.
Watching the goblins devour voraciously, Mo Qingchen directly opened the manhole cover at his feet, diving headfirst into the sewers, using Telekinesis to put the cover back in place.
If he didn't leave now, when those goblins finished with the Beastmasters' corpses, they might come for him.
Quickly navigating the sewers, two needle-points speedily pierced through the passage, and any rat monster appearing within his sensing range was killed instantly.
Now was the time to flee, he was too busy escaping this area, not bothering to glance at the rat monsters' bodies.
Luckily, Mo Qingchen was decisive, from the beginning he had not intended to provoke the Abyss monsters.
Initial escape didn't catch the goblins' attention, otherwise whether he could flee would be a big question mark.
After more than an hour of traversing the sewers, Mo Qingchen finally found a nearby exit, scanned around with Spiritual Power, and confirming no danger, cautiously removed the manhole cover and climbed out.
On the street at this moment, there wasn't a person to be seen, but police sirens could be heard from afar, along with occasional roars.
Clearly, the emergence of Abyss monsters had alarmed the police and patrolling City Guard, and both parties were engaged in battle.
"Damn, the Abyssal Rift is truly everywhere, randomly releasing three monsters that within a few rounds killed four Guardian Beasts and three Basic Beastmasters, survival is key! Must survive!"
Mo Qingchen cursed continuously while walking up from the alley onto the street, quickly identifying the direction and running towards home.
South City Suburb, beside the landfill.
Returning home, Mo Qingchen quickly rushed into the bathroom, washing away the filth on his body, then directly lying on the bed.
The appearance of Abyss monsters, especially the brutal scenes of killing Beastmasters and devouring flesh, brought back unpleasant memories for him, intensifying his desire for strength.
Communicating with the [Abyss Pattern] inside the Beast Taming Space, Mo Qingchen summoned Mo Jin.
The giant Iron Shell Insect over a meter long, shimmering with golden brilliance, calmed his agitated heart slightly.
"Ssss~sss~sss~" [Master, once I evolve, I will avenge you!]
The Beastmaster and Guardian Beast, through their Contract, could roughly sense each other's emotions.
At this moment, Mo Qingchen, having witnessed the Abyssal creatures devour humans, recalled events from four years ago, causing intense emotional turmoil along with a sense of fear.
Thus, as Mo Jin emerged, it immediately began comforting its master.
As a Guardian Beast, failing to protect the Beastmaster was its dereliction of duty.
Therefore, at this moment, Mo Jin's heart was also filled with a will to become stronger; it needed to become more powerful so no one could bully its Beastmaster again!
"Alright, once Jin Jin successfully evolves into a Great Needle Bee, we will no longer fear those Abyss monsters."
Mo Qingchen nodded, lightly patting the hard shell of the Iron Shell Insect, then took the Space Backpack and walked back into the bathroom again.
Earlier, he had filled three Space Backpacks with rat monster corpses, and now needed to sort them out to sell them early tomorrow morning.
Honestly, the slaughterhouse business was truly good, receiving so many Exotic Beasts every day, yet still in short supply in the market.
Thus, for seven consecutive days, Mo Qingchen resumed his usual routines.
He sold the previous day's loot early each morning, then waited for Mo Jin to absorb the daily resources before heading into the sewers for hunting, promptly returning home when evening approached.
After experiencing the Abyssal Rift incident once, Mo Qingchen decided to avoid activities at night until he became strong enough.
Even though rat monsters in the sewers at night were exceedingly active, their numbers also doubled, he restrained himself from hunting them.
"Jin Jin, are you ready?"
Mo Qingchen gently lifted the Iron Shell Insect that had just absorbed the last piece of resource from the giant bathtub, placing it on the table, and asked softly.