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

Chapter 223 Flames, Sparks, Campfire

As for erasing traces?

Putting aside the fact that there are so many people here, and so many mouths, it's impossible to shut them all up.

Besides, who can be sure that the legendary elven spells actually have time-travel properties?

If they were to find out, they would have watched a pureblood elf die.

No need for the Elf King.

Those ferocious blood elves would immediately come over and tear their mouths apart.

Damn it!

"hehe"

Bai Ying withdrew his gaze, ignoring those insignificant people, and stared at the raging karmic fire on his body, his face full of joy.

"what!"

"Indeed, this power is simply amazing."

Flames leaped from the white figure's body, and the sword blade embedded in his flesh turned into a pool of molten iron under the terrifying karmic fire.

The wounds on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Come!"

The white figure spread its arms, looked at Ye Yan with fervor in its eyes, and even saw joy in him.

"Now, no one is bothering us anymore—"

brush!

Before he could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed.

When he turned around, Ye Yan was already standing behind him.

speed?

No, that's not the case.

It's not that simple.

He couldn't even sense Ye Yan's presence just now.

In other words, even while moving at high speed, it can completely conceal its aura.

Just as the saintess said.

That's amazing.

To be able to fight against him was the greatest honor of his life.

But—why did he feel the perspective was strange?

It was as if one were looking down at Ye Yan from a high place, and that the viewer was constantly moving and falling—

"oops"

Until I saw my own body.

Headless body.

Bai Ying finally came to her senses and was surprised to find...

At this moment, he is above, floating in mid-air.

No, to put it more precisely.

This caused his head to float in the air.

In other words, he was decapitated in that instant?

He didn't even realize his body and head had separated.

This is absolutely wonderful.

Such technology.

As expected, as expected, this is their monarch!

"This, this..."

The adventurers stared at Ye Yan in horror.

What just happened?

How did it end so quickly?

The white figure hadn't finished speaking yet, hadn't it?

How come the head is already gone?

"So fast!"

An adventurer blurted out, only to be refuted.

"No!"

Some experienced adventurers noticed something was wrong.

"It's not just about being fast."

"And it was exceptionally decisive; we didn't even notice when the baby elf moved or when it picked it up."

That's terrifying.

Such technology is unbelievable, especially in a cub.

No, if it were an elf, I could understand.

Don't underestimate them just because they're still young; if we were to calculate their age in human years...

Perhaps they are already in their thirties, no, they might even be over a hundred years old!

It works!

Just as the adventurers breathed a sigh of relief, believing that the baby elf would not die...

"Look!"

An adventurer pointed ahead and exclaimed in surprise:

"Why is that body still moving?"

"Hey, hey, hey, no way!"

Everyone's attention was drawn to it, and when they looked over, their eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hahahahaha!"

The headless creature burst into wild laughter in the air.

The scene was so bizarre that it sent chills down one's spine.

"marvelous."

"That's amazing! That's more like it, worthy of my full power!"

The moment the words were spoken.

Under the astonished gazes of the adventurers.

Suddenly, lines of karmic fire appeared around the white figure's head and neck.

The two are interconnected, pulled together, and remain intact!

It actually connected like that?

"This, this..."

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

"Could he be immortal?"

The adventurers were shocked, their faces filled with disbelief.

"No way, could this guy have already reached the 'Spark' stage at the Gate of Truth?"

"what!"

The new adventurer was quite puzzled.

"What is this now?"

What does it mean to reach the spark?

All they remembered was that, in terms of stages, each tribe was roughly divided into several: infancy, growth, maturity, and full maturity.

Although most people stop at the growth stage.

"The Gate of Truth has three stages: the spark, the seed, and the bonfire."

An experienced veteran adventurer explained from the side.

"Ordinary disciples are only at the Flame level. After being decapitated, although these people can still live, they are not far from death and will lose their minds and become monsters."

"Disciples who have reached the level of the Fire Seed far surpass the Fire Seed disciples in both the intensity of their karmic fire and their regenerative abilities. Even if they are decapitated or have severed limbs, they can instantly regenerate, as long as the Fire Seed does not go out and the campfire does not die out."

"In other words, this guy didn't just join the Gate of Truth recently."

The old adventurer said this through gritted teeth.

"We've all been fooled by this bastard!"

"I'm afraid this bastard has sacrificed countless people behind the scenes."

"Even the recent child disappearances were his doing."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the white-clad figure with malice.

They actually attacked a child!

Damn it!

Click!

Bai Ying tilted his head, seemingly unconcerned by the murderous glares from the adventurers, and chuckled:

"That's right, I embraced the truth long ago."

"This world doesn't need gods, it only needs truth."

As Bai Yin spoke, he turned to look at the adventurer at the door, his face contorted with rage, and said decisively:

"So you wait, we will absolutely destroy all the churches and then strip that high and mighty god of his glory."

"shut up!"

A nun, seeing the wicked man slandering the God she believed in, overcame all her fear and stood up to rebuke him.

"What do you know, you demonic beast? It is because of the grace of the gods that the sky had light, the heavens had rain, and the earth had life!"

"It's one thing to be ungrateful, but to go and slander me like this!"

"They're really courting death!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Ying suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"If gods are truly so powerful, great, and loving, then why do people starve to death in this world?"

"This is merely a test from the gods for humanity."

The nun, with a serious expression, retorted:

"As long as you pass the trial"

"Only through personal growth can one come to understand—"

"oh!"

The white figure chuckled and moved a finger, as if triggering an invisible mechanism.

Suddenly, dark, demonic lines appeared out of thin air, swift as venomous snakes, instantly binding the nun's slender figure tightly without leaving a single gap.

These magic threads emitted a faint blue light and were a hundred times stronger than the hardest steel wire.

They seemed to possess self-awareness; as the white shadow's will tightened, the nun's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She groaned in pain, but couldn't even finish a complete prayer.

The magic binding her made even the most basic struggles seem so powerless, let alone break free of these fatal shackles.

"Since that's the case, then let your invincible god save you!"

Bai Ying's voice was cold and cruel.

(End of this chapter)