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Exterminate as many monsters as possible.
Was that the only option to not make the Hivemind have such growing influence in the world of Eden? It was clearly not the best option, killing all monsters seemed impossible as well, because they would simply continue to emerge as time went by.
But it was a good way at the end, to slowly decrease the Hivemind's power.
Apparently, this mostly divine-less monstrous being had been slowly trying to attain some level of evil divinity, like the demon gods in Kritias.
Because of this, it created many monsters by infecting the roots of Yggdrasil, which were hollow.
The monsters emerged one by one like a plague, and the more there were, the more they feared and worshipped him as their demon god.
Over the years, the Hivemind had begun to gain more power and had developed an exceptional intelligence as well.
In some sort of incredible way, the Hivemind made its way to the surface and began to influence the people there.
Manationia had discovered as much.
Although in there, he's known as the Dark Lord of the Depths, and even got his own cult, strong enough to even control the Duke of the Yggdra Duchy and order him around.
If the Duke himself fears this Cult, it is because they're incredibly strong too.
Veronica and Ervas began to contemplate what to do.
Of course, against them the cult wouldn't be that hard to beat.
But they couldn't really intervene if it wasn't a divine threat.
The Hivemind, the mastermind behind this was in the depths of the planet, not in the surface.
So dealing with him would make them simply continue down instead of trying to get up just to kill mortals infected by his influence and other supernatural powers he might had developed over the million years he has been sealed in the planet's underground.
So, they would have to leave this to Manationia and Octo to deal with, because these were, although related to them, still not problems they could directly intervene completely.
And well, through Octo, they could also give her a lot of knowledge in magic and more.
Manationia was surprisingly talented and amazing at the usage of magic, so the split souls were confident on her.
After their initial rush through floors, they stopped near the marshland and discussed through a long part of the night before deciding to move inside tents and sleep with their beloved ones.
Meanwhile, within the first 10 floors of the dungeon, there were armies after armies of Green Skinned creatures walking across their gigantic nests, millions were gathering together to work for a single cause.
They were surviving in these lowlands, hunting down, sharpening their skills, all of it to eventually do something.
Something that the Shamans of their tribes call the "purpose" of their existence.
The Green Skin march around their lands as they continue working for this purpose.
Gathering millions after millions of magic crystals after having hunted many other monsters, or well, hunted one another.
One of them, a Goblin Shaman, wearing leather clothes and skulls around its body, looked at the gigantic sea of magic crystals.
These jewels containing enormous quantities of energy were just right.
It could clearly remember why they began to gather these jewels so much.
Since its ancestors that the entity had spoken into their minds.
A powerful, dark being that speaks into their minds and tells them what to do.
This dark being has been inside their minds from the moment the Goblins came into existence into this world through the corruption of miasma in the environment, which converted Yggdrasil's roots into a dungeon and spontaneously generated the first goblins.
It has been whispering them.
It was as if it was the divine voice that guided them.
It even taught them how to properly hunt and think by themselves.
It made them think they were the chosen ones by him.
It made them think they were special, superior to other beings.
Even superior to the ones that came from the surface to hunt them down!
The Goblin mind was simple, after such a long encroachment, every Goblin began to work together.
Although some rival tribes still killed each other, for the most part they were slowly unifying with one another for a single cause, a single purpose!
Obey that damn voice…
They hunted more and more monsters proactively, and even managed to kill those invaders from the surface, stealing their magic and making it their own through strange rituals using their corpses and also by stealing their magic tools.
Over many years, a large pile of magic crystals was gathered, the treasure of the Goblins, as many say.
This treasure was here for a special purpose, a strange special purpose that the dark voice had been whispering them to do for a while…
But they wanted more.
They needed a bit more magic crystals, to accumulate them to reach the required amount…
The Shaman counted them all…
They were very close but required a few more thousand…
It looked back at its own green skins and thought that killing a thousand of them wouldn't be so terrible of a loss if they could get to finally complete their first goal and purpose.
However, just today in the morning the Shaman saw through its magical powers how enormously strong entities packed with divinity began to descend into the lower floors through the first stratum…
What could they want? Well, it was pretty sure that nothing good to do with them.
They were mostly here to exterminate them, and a few thousands of them had already been killed.
Although most of the goblin population is between floor 9 and 10, they still had a lot of goblins spread in the upper floors for recon.
The Goblin Shaman realized that killing a thousand goblins for the purpose of completing their quest wasn't so much of a sacrifice anymore.
It called upon his soldiers and ordered them to gather one thousand of them and kill them for their magic crystals…
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