Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

Chapter 155 Hunger, infection, and then the bloody hell descended.

Under the vast twilight.

Qiao Shan's pupils contracted sharply, and the shock surging in his heart was like the waves of a stormy sea, difficult to calm down.

"Was that a child?"

That was the mastermind who devoured thousands of troops and ignited the flames of war.

It turned out to be a child who still looked very young?

"No, they're elves!"

The sharp-eyed Arsen corrected Qiao Shan's words.

Qiao Shan was shocked and looked closely.

The figure, half-hidden by the blood mist, resembled a ghost emerging from an ancient legend.

Blood mist swirled around him, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

But it couldn't hide his thin frame and otherworldly aura.

Her silvery-white hair swayed gently in the breeze, as pure and flawless as the first snow of winter.

In stark contrast is his pale, almost transparent skin, which seems to convey both the fragility and resilience of life with the slightest touch.

What secrets and power are hidden beneath his tightly closed eyes? No one knows.

The large, blood-red robe was more like a protective shell.

This isolates him from the world.

Qiao Shan couldn't help but recall His Majesty's meaningful words:

"There lives an elf there, and within him lies the secret to ascending the throne!"

Could it be that this child in front of me...

Is it that legendary key that can open the gateway to supreme power?

Asia Union, this usually honest and kind-hearted knight.

He couldn't help but swallow hard, his hand unconsciously reaching for his helmet, a hint of confusion and struggle flashing in his eyes.

He looked at the commander, Arsen, his voice tinged with uncertainty:

"Commander, are we really going to... lay a hand on such a young child?"

There was no hesitation in Arsen's eyes, only the determination and resolve of a knight.

"Our duty is to carry out orders, no matter who the opponent is, no matter how innocent they may seem."

"Remember, we are knights, knights who protect justice and honor."

"And at this moment, we are facing a monster that threatens countless lives, regardless of its appearance."

With a command from Yassen.

The knights responded in unison, their steps precise and firm as they approached the child.

However, in that tense moment when you could almost hear your heartbeat.

Ye Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if in a faint response to the approaching storm.

But here, under this overwhelming momentum...

Nobody cares.

The slight movements of the young child in front of me.

Until under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The elf child's eyes snapped open.

Like two dazzling rubies, they shone with an eerie light in the dim light.

Those eyes, so pure they were breathtaking, yet they concealed an endless abyss of desire—

It was a craving for food, a devouring of life, pure and intense.

It seems to be able to see into people's hearts, their deepest fears and desires.

They not only illuminated the surrounding darkness.

In an incredible way, this desire spread as rapidly as a plague.

The surrounding air seemed to ignite, and an unnamed fire burned in everyone's heart.

That was hunger, a frantic craving for food, the ultimate release of the survival instinct.

"Hmm!"

Low, suppressed groans rose from the crowd.

"Ah ah"

Then came a chorus of wails and screams, as if an invisible hand had choked them, filled with pain and despair.

"Ahhhhh!"

The knights' eyes gradually lost focus, leaving only an endless craving for food.

They looked at each other, but saw only the same mad light in each other's eyes.

Eat, eat, eat.

Eat, eat, eat.

Eat, eat, eat.

I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry.

I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry.

I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry.

I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry.

I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry.

I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry.

Then came that extremely piercing wail.

"Aaaaaaah!"

"what!"

Just one glance.

It was just a fleeting glimpse.

An overwhelming sense of fear began to creep over the commander.

This moment.

The commander understood. This was no child; it was a complete monster!

They only exchanged a glance.

His stomach became incredibly hungry, a desire to devour everything seemed to consume his reason.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

The wails of his subordinates echoed from all around, and the sound continued to spread, reaching the knights behind them.

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"Quick, don't look at that child!"

Sensing something was wrong, Arsen hurriedly activated his magic and began to construct the framework.

Magic surged within him, like a rushing river.

Then it contracts and confines itself to the tendons and bones, forming a framework.

A natural protective shield appears on the outside of the body.

He barely managed to suppress that terrifying desire.

Arsen, barely suppressing the strange feeling, immediately turned around and commanded:

"Everyone back off! Don't look the child in the eye, and don't listen to his voice!"

This is absolutely not something they can fight against.

Now, he can be sure.

The stars that shone brightly in the sky that day originated from the elf child before us.

Disaster stars.

This person is the source of the blood mist; that day, that star shone for him.

but!

He was led to the abyss by just one eye.

Moreover, what about his subordinates?

All warnings came too late.

"Aaaaaah!"

The desperate cries echoed through the night sky.

The knights fell off their horses one after another.

As if bound by invisible chains, they huddled on the ground, their eyes bloodshot and faces contorted, as if possessed by a hungry demon.

"So hungry, so hungry, so hungry..."

This monotonous and terrifying incantation was repeated over and over in their mouths.

They began to tear at their own bodies frantically, bleeding profusely, yet they were still not satisfied.

Some even reached out to their comrades next to them.

Former comrades-in-arms have now become prey in each other's eyes.

"Ah ah"

"don't want"

"I'm so hungry"

"eat!"

In a short time, the wasteland was filled with fallen figures.

Blood stained the earth red, and the air was filled with the scent of death and despair.

All of this stemmed from the gaze of a child.

A monster that has yet to make its move.

That already signaled their complete defeat.

"How could this be...?"

Arsen's voice trembled as he stared in disbelief at what he was seeing.

Those subordinates he was once so proud of were instantly swallowed up by this power.

Their resilience and courage seemed so insignificant at this moment.

"Commander"

Just then, a faint cry of "Commander!" broke the silence.

That was Asia Union's voice, carrying a hint of something unusual that was hard to detect.

"Thank goodness, you're alright—"

Arsen turned around hopefully, expecting to see a familiar smiling face.

however.

But Ya Lian's eyes were bloodshot, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth from chewing his fingers. His face was ferocious and eerie, like a demon returned from hell.

Meanwhile, Qiao Shan was in pain from his severed arm.

Even that couldn't hide the fear and despair in his eyes.

He curled up on the ground, not daring to touch the blood on the ground again.

(End of this chapter)