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

"Heh, so you're actually quite useful."

Looking at the rambling Angel Color, Gluttony smiled slightly.

"Uh-huh"

Seeing that Gluttony had piqued her interest, Angel Color seemed to see a glimmer of hope for survival.

Very happy, he nodded quickly.

However, what Gluttony said next shattered her illusion, leaving her stunned.

"But I refuse."

"Why, why?"

"You're quite pretty."

"ha"

Angel Color was puzzled, and Gluttony didn't explain further. In an instant, the red mist surged and rushed towards Angel Color.

"what!"

Sensing the red mist accelerating its devouring speed, Angelic cried out in alarm and hurriedly circulated her magic to resist.

Unfortunately, the magic defense was completely ineffective, and the red mist instantly corroded her body.

"What's going on?"

Shock was evident on the angelic face, and her eyes were filled with fear and unease.

Her magic was rapidly drained of her life force, and her body continued to wither away.

"No, you can't kill me!"

Seeing that Gluttony showed no sign of stopping, Angelic Color panicked.

She knew that if she had the thought of binge eating, her body would completely disappear from this world.

At this moment, the small portion of power that had helped her regain her life, stolen from "lust," was no longer enough to sustain her.

The power of "lust" can indeed, to a certain extent, manipulate yin and yang and control life and death.

But it's clear that the small part of her body can't do that.

Moreover, she was now facing the full power of 'Gluttony'.

"Kill you?"

Hearing the angelic plea, Gluttony sneered: "Don't say that. I never kill people, I just eat them."

"If you kill me, there will be no one to free those who are affected by the power of 'lust'."

As soon as she finished speaking, Angel Color used her limited power to project hellish scenes from the comfort station, adventurer camp, and knight's camp, seemingly trying to awaken the goodness in the elf before her.

She's gambling.

Probably, since it was chosen by one of the legendary Seven Kings and endowed with one of the Seven Virtues.

Besides, isn't that an elf in front of us?

If it is an elf, judging from its age, it is not an elf that has survived from ancient times, so we can rule out the possibility that it is a blood elf.

That means that the racial characteristics bestowed by the World Tree, the Mother of Life, who holds the power over life and nature, still exist.

Therefore, you will definitely be moved when faced with these hellish scenes.

But why could the elf cub in front of me still show such a calm expression after witnessing the tragic scene on the magic screen?

No, they were even laughing!

This, this elf is definitely not normal!

The scene she expected did not happen; instead, it happened to a human.

"What?!"

Without the control of the gravity field, Morris had climbed out of the pit in the ground and was staring incredulously at the screen made of magic in front of him.

My eyes were completely drawn to the image above.

The scene depicted forced procreation of others.

Whether he was an adventurer or a knight, what he found most unbelievable was...

Those beasts even colluded with goblins to defile those helpless women.

Seeing this, Maurice clenched his fists and looked back.

He then realized that the women in the comfort stations behind him had already met a tragic end, having been taken advantage of by the desires of their own people.

And he is a knight who embodies the spirit of chivalry!

"No, how could this happen!"

Morris couldn't believe it and ran toward the comfort station.

He couldn't believe it was real.

If that's true, then what's the difference between those knights, goblins, and beasts?

Magic flowed through the structure he built, which was erected in an instant, greatly enhancing his strength and speed.

But all of this crumbled after seeing the images displayed on the screen.

Morris was stunned.

Because he saw a group of knights who had been so arrogant before now displaying lewd expressions, ravaging the women who had been persecuted by goblins not long ago.

The men, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying themselves, standing there, going on and on.

They violated those women.

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Even when those women were pleading and begging for a rest.

Even the knights, consumed by lust, were unaware of the death of the woman beneath them.

Back and forth, constantly.

"Damn it!"

With a roar, Morris's eyes turned bloodshot, the veins on his arms bulged, and a massive surge of magical energy swept around him.

Magic, spells, magic power

He channeled all his magic power into his body at once.

He raised his longsword and charged forward, just as he was about to finish off the goblin-like knight.

brush!

A practiced flash of light descended as the knight was enjoying himself, slicing across his neck.

Pfft!

Blood splattered.

The knight stared wide-eyed at the sky in disbelief.

The knights beside him also raised their heads.

Then they saw a woman wearing a tattered skirt stained with blood and flesh, her face icy cold, standing atop the corpses, holding a long sword, looking down at them.

Behind the woman followed several girls, their clothes tattered and their skin stained with blood.

No, the clothes couldn't be described as tattered; they were practically stuck to the woman's bruised body with blood.

However, this outfit was extremely revealing, with only a few pieces of clothing hanging on it, and even some areas that should have been covered were exposed.

But no one felt that this scene of springtime beauty could attract their attention.

No one felt that the scene evoked any sense of evil.

The girls stared at them with eyes full of hatred and resentment, as if they wanted to tear them to pieces.

Their bodies were covered in wounds, not a single patch of healthy flesh.

These wounds were inflicted by the knight earlier, and the gruesome flesh was still bleeding profusely.

"you"

Before he could finish speaking, the knight's head had already fallen to the ground.

At this moment, the other three knights finally saw clearly the woman who was wielding a long sword, covered in blood, and looked like a female killing god who had walked out of hell.

"you"

The three were utterly horrified, unable to believe their eyes. Was the woman before them really, really the girl they knew?

How could she have changed so much?!

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

The woman's voice was filled with endless sorrow as she approached them step by step.

They even felt a sense of fear deep inside, unable to look her in the eye; her gaze was too cold, too sharp.

They wanted to escape, to flee from the women in front of them.

But, perhaps out of fear, or perhaps because of the excessive exertion earlier, my legs were still trembling, and my body felt as if it had been hollowed out.

Or perhaps it's out of guilt for what they did before.

Yes, they've regained consciousness. (End of Chapter)