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

Chapter 156 Despair, Pain, Questioning, Pure Gaze.

"No"

"This isn't real."

The scene before him was like a sharp blade, tearing Arsen's heart apart.

He stared blankly for a moment, then his eyes widened and he let out a mournful wail.

"Ahhhhh!"

It was a struggle against fate, and also a despair over reality.

Arsen's body reacted instinctively, shoving Yalian away, his face contorted, his eyes filled with anger and pain.

He couldn't accept that his most trusted subordinate and closest brother was gone.

It has ended up like this.

"How could this happen?!"

Arsen's roar tore through the tranquil night sky like thunder.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if they could breathe fire.

Despair and anger intertwined into a complex web, tightly binding him.

All around him were knights and subordinates who had once fought alongside him.

At this moment, however, it is as if it has been cursed by darkness, losing the radiance of its soul.

"All of you, get up! That's an order!"

His voice echoed across the empty battlefield.

It possessed an irresistible power, yet it sank like a stone into the sea, failing to stir even the slightest ripple.

Those knights who once swore oaths of honor and loyalty.

At this moment, only empty eyes remain, gleaming with an endless longing for food.

It was a primal impulse that transcended reason and emotion.

Yasin roared desperately.

"No, don't eat it."

He pleaded desperately.

"Those are your comrades, your fellow soldiers."

but.

nobody.

There are no knights.

Obey his orders.

Those knights who once obeyed orders and were glorious and holy are gone.

replaced by.

His mind was filled with "food" and "hunger".

They only know how to eat and drink, ignore the ethics and morality at hand, and devour their own kind.

A wild beast that eats raw meat and drinks blood!

In an instant, on this battlefield...

It emitted a series of low, guttural calls.

And, the chewing sound was so clear it was almost terrifying.

Here, it seemed that only Arsen was awake.

I saw it clearly—this terrifying hell.

Yassen knelt down, his hands clenched into fists.

His fingernails dug deep into his palm, and blood dripped from his fingertips, but it couldn't bring back a shred of reason.

"No, don't."

His pleas became a unique color in this blood-red hell.

The glory and splendor of the past were completely swallowed up at this moment.

Instead, a group of monsters driven by hunger appeared.

Their eyes had lost their light; they only had the most primal desire to survive.

The sounds of chewing and swallowing intertwined to form a symphony of death.

Every note struck Arsen's heart with devastating force, causing him unbearable pain.

He looked around as if he were in a cursed hell.

Everything around them became distorted and grotesque.

Former friends, driven by hunger, turned against each other with their knives.

The vows and friendships of the past seem so fragile and vulnerable in the face of the instinct for survival.

Comrades-in-arms, companions—these were once warm words.

Now it has turned into the cruelest irony.

"Eat, eat, eat..."

These monotonous and terrifying syllables are like a curse.

The sound echoed in the air, each repetition like a sharp blade cutting into Arsen's heart.

He witnessed firsthand those figures who had once fought alongside him.

Driven by hunger, they gradually degenerated into beasts that knew only how to devour and destroy.

"Ah, hahahahaha!"

The commander Arsen's laughter suddenly rang out, sounding particularly jarring in this abyss of despair.

It was self-mockery, anger, and a ruthless indictment of fate.

What terrifying being was he facing?

His arrogance seemed so ridiculous and insignificant at this moment.

Before he arrived.

He once believed that no matter who the other party was, he could handle everything with his own strength.

Because he has all the confidence he needs.

From a young age, at the age of three, he picked up a sword under the tutelage of his family.

He became a trainee knight at the age of 6, and by the age of 12 he was already considered an excellent knight.

At the age of 16, he had already become the youngest deputy commander in the eyes of the people.

At the age of 18, he defeated the former commander and took over the Guardian Knights, one of the four great knightly orders of the empire.

He became the youngest regimental commander.

Throughout his life, Arsen never suffered a defeat.

Until the birth of his youngest brother.

The younger brother, possessing the qualities of a warrior, broke all his previous records and sources of pride.

He even defeated the so-called three regimental commanders with a single sword strike.

Even the so-called genius paled in comparison to his younger brother, appearing as ordinary as a mortal.

Only at that moment did he understand how ordinary people viewed geniuses like them.

How one views things, how one feels jealous and resentful.

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genius?

Before the brave, they are like ants.

A genius is merely the threshold to his discovery.

And so-called geniuses are nothing more than mortals with toys in front of heroes.

The North Wind King also praised his brother, Arthur, highly.

say.

His sword can reach the heavens!

At that moment, Yassen understood.

Some people are different from the moment they are born.

Arthur is a hero.

That's why it's so strong.

It was because he was recognized by the world that he gained the special talent of "hero".

That's why it's so strong.

He told himself this, deceiving himself.

Even though his younger brother surpassed him.

But he remains the most powerful swordsman in the Northern Empire.

And the younger brother, the hero.

He arrogantly excluded them.

He firmly believed that as long as it wasn't a hero, a demon king, or a king—something outside the norm—it was possible.

He is confident that he can handle anything.

However, his confidence.

All of this was utterly destroyed.

It was crushed into fragments.

Just then, a gentle breeze swept by.

It brought a chill that seemed to belong to another world, along with an ethereal sound that appeared to have traveled through time—

Are you hungry?

The whisper was like morning dew falling on a still lake, creating ripples.

Arsen froze instantly, as if bound by invisible chains.

Reason told him he shouldn't respond.

You should not look up at the source of the sound, especially at those eyes that are said to be able to captivate the soul.

But the voice seemed to possess a magical power, causing him to unconsciously raise his head.

"But this is less than one-thousandth of what I have!"

The unfocused look in those eyes seemed to be telling a story.

"Can you understand the hunger that has lasted for millions of years?"

He opened his small mouth.

From that small mouth, Arsen saw an unfathomable darkness.

"Why, why, do it this way?"

Arsen's lips were trembling.

But even so.

He still wanted to ask and question the person in front of him.

"Why do this?"

Arsen let out a heart-wrenching cry.

"Is this kind of thing even interesting?"

Clearly, I could kill them.

"Turn this into hell."

Why do we have to toy with them like this?

Are you really that happy?

Arsen screamed with all his might.

However, what I received was silence, and the gaze of those eyes that were so pure it was unbelievable.

And that question, devoid of any color.

"happy?"

Ye Yan tilted his head, his pure eyes filled with incomprehension.

"What is it?"

"Is that thing edible?"

(End of this chapter)