Facing this formidable charge, the white goblin remained extremely calm. It possessed only basic combat intelligence and absolute obedience to Gauss. Beyond that, richer emotions like fear, fanaticism, and sadness were non-existent.
Not to mention, to this group of goblins, it was a presence beyond comparison.
Though its size wasn't outstanding, that was due to the limitation of clay volume. In terms of strength, it could already defeat most level 1 demons.
Moreover, it didn't fear injury, felt no pain, nor did it possess the innate survival instinct of living creatures, as if it were a truly cold-blooded and ruthless killer.
It bent down, picked up a fallen weapon, and then took the initiative to greet the goblins. Its clay nature fused with steel, becoming extremely sturdy under the activation of magic power. Its strength far exceeded that of ordinary goblins, and charging into the goblin formation was like a tiger among sheep, causing chaos and casualties with each attack.
