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

Chapter 217 Despair, Choice, Life and Ethics, Exclusive Skill "Magic Threads"

Tears, like pearls from a broken string, uncontrollably slid down from the girl's trembling eyes.

They fell onto the cold ground, splashing up silent lamentations.

Looking at the soup in front of him, Dezheng's anger had reached its limit.

How could he possibly drink something like that?

To eat one's own kind is worse than being an animal!

He would rather die than drink it!

"How could I possibly drink something like that!"

His words were resounding, like a vow, and his face radiated an inviolable righteousness and dignity.

In his world, he upholds principles and safeguards the brilliance of humanity.

It is something more important than life itself!

"Even if I starve to death, or if they kill me, I will not drink it."

Click!

A sharp cracking sound of a bowl shattering rang out abruptly as Dezheng's head slammed into the scalding soup.

Instantly, his face turned bright red from the steam.

"I am a human being, not a beast!"

In his eyes, he was doing the absolutely right thing.

In fact, that is indeed correct.

but.

For some people, so-called human ethics and morality are not worth mentioning in the face of life.

"No!"

The girl's eyes were empty and filled with despair.

She stared blankly at the spilled soup on the ground, oblivious to the blisters and redness on the back of her hands from touching the scalding hot shards, muttering to herself:

"No, no...don't..."

"Oh, I see!"

Seeing this, Bai Ying chuckled and gestured to his subordinates.

The next moment, a child's innocent cry pierced the heavy silence; it was a boy's desperate plea for help:

"Sister, save me!"

His voice was filled with fear and helplessness, which evoked pity in the listener.

The cold blade remained mercilessly pressed against his neck, gleaming with a chilling light.

"No."

The girl cried and pleaded when she saw this.

"Please don't hurt him, I'll drink, I'll drink."

"If he won't drink, I will."

With trembling hands, she desperately scooped up the spilled soup.

The girl forced a smile, though it looked more like a grimace, but she persisted in saying:

"Look, I'm drinking it right now..."

However, how could a smile easily appear on a face that was already stiff?

At this moment, so-called justice and righteousness seem so pale, powerless, and ridiculous in the face of the weight of life.

A sharp glint of light sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a piercing scream, and the boy's life was forever frozen at that moment.

The girl's world completely collapsed.

She knelt there, still holding the bowl of scalding soup in her hands, tears mingling with the soup, indistinguishable between bitter and salty.

"I can drink it."

The girl's eyes were unfocused and lifeless, and she spat out the "soup" on the ground, trying to feed it to her stiff mouth.

"I can do it..."

"You beasts!"

boom!

Suddenly, an uneasy undercurrent surged in the air, and the long-suppressed magic power within Dezheng's body erupted like a volcano.

He roared and struggled to break free of the ropes binding him, charging towards that silvery-white figure—the white shadow.

However, Germany launched a massive, overwhelming attack.

The white figure stood motionless like a mountain, a faint smile even appearing on its face, as if it had expected all of this.

Just as Dezheng's fist was about to touch the silver-white figure...

A crisp "Oh!" rang out in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Ying flicked her finger lightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible magical light flashed by, as if invisible chains instantly wrapped around De Zheng's entire body.

Dezheng froze abruptly, his fist stopping just inches from the white figure, his body seemingly frozen in place, unable to move.

"this……"

In his shock, De Zheng finally noticed the subtle yet resilient magical lines wrapped around his body.

They roamed across his body like living creatures, binding him tightly.

"How is this possible?! This guy can control and compress magic with such precision!"

He exclaimed inwardly, a sense of crisis he had never felt before welling up within him.

No.

Even to achieve this, one must have extraordinary control over magic.

The parts involved are no longer within the realm of human beings.

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"Could it be a skill?!"

"Hehe, looks like you're not so stupid after all."

A playful smile appeared on Bai Ying's lips, and her fingers twitched slightly again.

This time, Dezheng's body seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand.

Involuntarily, it made a series of strange movements, like a puppet that had lost its autonomy.

"That's right, this is my signature skill—'Magic Thread'."

Bai Ying's voice carried a hint of smugness and pride.

"Through it, I can condense magic into lines that transcend any physical constraints; neither strength nor speed will be of any use in its presence."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it, and more magic threads appeared out of thin air, intertwining and finally condensing into a magic thread ball that shimmered with a cold light.

"And it can do even more."

Bai Ying chuckled lightly, flicked her fingertips, and the seemingly insignificant ball of yarn seemed to come alive, whistling as it hurtled towards De Zheng.

A soft "plop" sound.

A crisp sound of bone cracking echoed through the hall.

"They're so weak!"

Bai Ying shook her head contemptuously, then raised her long leg and kicked De Zheng, who was lying on the ground, without any mercy.

This kick seemed to contain the force of a thousand pounds.

Dezheng's body was like a kite with a broken string, mercilessly thrown against the cold wall with a heavy thud, before sliding helplessly to the ground, raising dust everywhere.

De Zheng struggled to get up, but his limbs trembled uncontrollably from the excruciating pain, as if every inch of his skin was telling the story of the agony of being crushed.

"You damned bastard, why did you kill that innocent child!"

The white figure slowly approached and stepped on Dezheng's face.

That kind face was adorned with a cold smile that seemed utterly incongruous with it, as if the creature beneath his feet was not a life, but a worthless rag.

"What are you talking about?!"

"If you had just drunk that drink, none of this would have happened, right? Your foolish resistance was nothing but a joke in the end."

Dezheng's eyes widened in fury, as if they were about to spit fire. He gritted his teeth and roared with all his might:

"You monster, I will never let you get away with this!"

"Oh"

Dezheng stared angrily at the white figure, but there was nothing else he could do.

"Hey!"

The white figure chuckled softly.

I'll give you one more chance.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps broke the deathly silence of the hall.

An elderly couple was roughly dragged in, their eyes filled with terror and helplessness.

Upon seeing this, the girl, who had been in a daze, suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, and a glimmer of life flashed in her eyes.

She struggled desperately, trying to rush forward to protect her parents.

"Don't hurt my mom and dad!"

The girl's voice was trembling with sobs, but the white figure easily subdued her.

(End of this chapter)