Chapter 545
Chapter 545 Goblin Plane Excavation Plan
The two-man act with Snorlax was all for the sake of stabilizing the atmosphere within the Goblin Plane.
There was no need to worry about the act falling flat with Tigule’s help and the Royal Family’s compromise. More importantly, the goblins themselves were also leaning toward peace after enduring so much pain and suffering.
Snorlax called for the lower class goblins to actively cooperate with the invaders and avoid more suffering for their brethren under the name of the Non-Cooperation Movement.
Thus, the spark of resistance had been doused before it had even started. Not a single inch of land continued to rage on with the fires of war.
The goblins were forgetful creatures as well.
They had quickly forgotten the great trouble and hurt that the evil adepts had created for the Goblin Plane. Instead, they obediently presented themselves before their invaders, becoming the butlers and accomplices of the adepts in the management and ruling of the Goblin Plane.
Greem had undoubtedly obtained a well-developed world upon receiving this large group of free labor, though it was also a low-magic world lacking in resources.
Moreover, Gazlowe had also helped the dragonborn construct a planar door. That, too, was buried underneath the rubble.
These things couldn’t possibly be untouched after experiencing such a terrifying explosion. However, even if it were only a small fragment, Greem would still be able to obtain unexpected knowledge from another world if he dug them out soon.
In particular, there was a planar door that could be used even with the lowly civilization of the goblins. It was a ‘great-quality product’ that Greem had been dreaming of. Greem would be able to strengthen the connection between his headquarters and the Goblin Plane with this, and it would make it easier for him to control the goblins.
Moreover, it was still unknown as to whether that explosion had actually managed to kill Third Grade Giant Brain Gazlowe and Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms. That was why it was best to explore as soon as possible and excavate the rubble as early as they could. Greem could only rest easy once they had confirmed the situation at the site of the explosion!
A radiation cloud a hundred meters in height, spanning five hundred kilometers, hung around the mountains after the explosion. Ordinary goblins would wither and die as their flesh melted off their bones within a matter of thirty seconds. As such, clearing away the radiation cloud was a must if they wanted to investigate the situation underground.
The goblins might be unfamiliar with this substance that was related to spatial energy, but this was no problem for the adepts, who had plenty of experience surviving in the space beyond the realms.
Greem returned to the World of Adepts and purchased Julu Grass from the Silver Union. He then squeezed the juice out of the grass and created a shower of rain above the Steel Capital with the use of magic.
The lingering radiation cloud finally started to fade under the strange scouring rain. Finally, a clean area of fifty meters was carved out within the dense grey sea.
The goblins used the one large flying ship they had remaining to transport supplies and machines to the cleansed area and began to set up a temporary excavation camp there.
Then, the goblins started a tireless dig downward in hopes of digging a hole that connected to the insides of the ruined Steel Capital. The adept representative that Greem had stationed here was Bug Adept Billis. Apart from Endor and Meryl, who had been kept behind to protect the teleportation device, all the other adepts had returned to the World of Adepts.
Greem would never have known the massive costs of ultra-long-range interplanar teleportation without personally experiencing it. Teleporting a single adept cost twelve thousand magical crystals on the part of Fire Throne. A Second Grade adept like Greem even required thirty thousand magical crystals per teleportation.
If he couldn’t find a free and powerful source of energy for the teleportation device on the side of the Goblin Plane, the costs of teleportation alone would be enough to make Greem go broke! And he had only just started amassing a decent amount of wealth!
Of course, Alice’s Tower of Fate could help share part of these costs for Greem. However, Greem’s machismo got the better of him. He gritted his teeth and decided to reject the help.
In truth, Greem also had a clear idea of the difficulties that Alice faced.
She might seem to possess plenty of assets and was supported by the accumulated wealth of the Tower of Fate from the past thousand years, but she did not have it easy either. After all, she had a large group of apprentice witches under her that required her to support, not to mention the one dozen magic fairies who kept a tight hold on the mountain of money that she should have.
A little bit of money here and a little bit there; despite being the leader of the Witches of Fate, Alice’s days were not much more comfortable than Greem’s.
That was why, after some thought. Greem decided to shoulder everything by himself!