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

They devoured the approaching adventurers with frenzied chewing sounds.

"Ah! Help!"

"Run! Don't go near that giant mouth!"

The adventurers were terrified and retreated hastily.

However, they soon discovered...

These enormous mouths seemed endless, and no matter how they tried to escape, they could not avoid being swallowed up.

"Shoot him with arrows! Shoot him with arrows imbued with magic!"

A clever adventurer shouted.

Upon hearing his shout, the other adventurers reacted.

They quickly drew their bows and arrows, infusing them with magic.

In an instant, a rain of arrows poured down on the Goblin Iron like a torrential downpour.

Goblin Iron raised his head, looking at the overwhelming rain of arrows, and despair appeared on his face.

Am I going to die?

however.

Just as the rain of arrows was about to completely engulf him.

A black figure rushed over like lightning.

A pair of enormous black wings sprouted from Linglong's back.

She broke free from the adventurers who were binding her and charged toward Goblin Iron like a madwoman.

Brush brush!

Arrows rained down, but the expected pain did not come.

Goblin Iron opened his eyes in astonishment, only to see Linglong's back.

Her body was riddled with arrows, making her look like a hedgehog.

But she still held him tightly, using her own body to shield him from all attacks.

"You...you're really that stupid?"

She looked at him with a smile, a smile as pure and innocent as when they first met.

"I'm so happy to be able to do all this for you."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it became silent lip-reading.

"Thank you, Iron, thank you for everything you've done for me."

Her arms slowly drooped, and her body lost all strength, collapsing into Goblin Iron's arms.

Goblin Iron held her tightly, his heart filled with pain and despair.

Looking at Linglong's face, which was gradually losing its vitality, he finally couldn't hold back his tears and they streamed down his face.

"No! No!"

He cried out in despair, as if trying to release all his pain.

Everything around him became blurry; all he could see was her, her face forever frozen in a smile.

"No, no!"

Goblin Iron held Linglong tightly.

They watched as the adventurers raised their weapons again, preparing to attack them.

"Haha, I never expected goblins to have such an expression!"

Kula crawled out of the dilapidated house.

He clutched his chest and sneered coldly.

"What a touching scene! It's a pity it's about to end."

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he swung the dagger in his hand again, aiming at the goblin iron spike.

Ding--!

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

Kula withdrew her knife in surprise, only to find that Goblin Iron was holding a jet-black spear.

The spear exuded a strong demonic aura, making Kula feel a chill run down her spine.

He stared wide-eyed at the goblin iron in front of him in disbelief:

"How...how is this possible?"

Goblin Iron's eyes were bloodshot, with bloodstains at the corners of his eyes, making him look ferocious and insane.

He gripped the spear and thrust it forward with a fierce thrust.

Kula was so frightened that she quickly backed away.

Goblin Iron was originally stronger than him, and with the addition of a weapon, his combat power would skyrocket.

Bang bang bang!

The sounds of their fierce fighting continued, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, a sight to behold.

But Kula was not feeling well.

As the battle continued, he gradually lost his strength.

Goblin Iron seized the opportunity and swung his spear fiercely.

Boom!

Kula was thrown more than ten meters, crashing into a nearby house and collapsing.

"puff!"

He coughed up blood and collapsed in the ruins in a sorry state.

He struggled to his feet, staring warily at the goblin iron in front of him.

"Damn it!"

His face was extremely gloomy, and he wished he could tear the other person to pieces.

"Aaaaaah!"

Goblin Iron held Liuli in one arm and wielded his spear with the other.

His eyes were bloodshot; he had gone mad with killing intent.

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The adventurers around him looked at him in horror and scattered in fear.

However, the goblin iron followed them like a shadow, giving them no chance to escape.

Each shot was followed by a scream.

"I want you all to be buried with me!"

The goblin's iron eyes were bloodshot, and it roared in a hoarse voice.

He had completely lost his mind, leaving only endless anger and murderous intent.

"Hmph! You beast!"

Just as the goblin was wreaking havoc, a cold shout suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a huge golden bell suddenly appeared above Goblin Iron's head.

The golden holy light emanating from the bell pinned Goblin Iron to the ground, rendering him unable to move.

"what!"

Goblin Iron roared, clutching Linglong in his arms and struggling desperately.

However, the golden bell remained motionless, like an unshakeable mountain.

"Don't waste your energy."

Just then, a bishop dressed in a magnificent robe slowly emerged from the crowd.

He stared coldly at Goblin Iron, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"This is a wondrous artifact bestowed upon me by His Holiness the Pope—the Holy Light Bell. You cannot possibly break free from it."

Goblin Iron stared intently at him, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

However, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the suppression of the Holy Light Bell.

"Hmph, what a touching scene."

Kula slowly walked towards Goblin Iron, the dagger in her hand gleaming coldly.

"However, unfortunately, you will all die!"

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, clearly indicating that he had made up his mind to kill Goblin Iron and Linglong.

Goblin Iron hugged Linglong tightly, his heart filled with resentment and despair.

He knew that he could no longer break free from the suppression of the Holy Light Bell, nor could he withstand Kula's attacks.

Is this really the end?

As he looked at Linglong's face, which was gradually losing its vitality, tears welled up in his eyes again.

"Please anyone, it doesn't matter who it is."

"I'll do anything to save her, Linglong."

He murmured softly, as if praying to the heavens.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, a miracle suddenly occurred.

Just as Kula's dagger was about to pierce the goblin iron, a fair hand suddenly reached out and tightly gripped Kula's dagger.

The hand looked elegant yet powerful, as if it contained boundless strength.

Kula's expression changed drastically. He struggled violently, but found that he could not move an inch.

He looked up in astonishment at the owner of the hand.

It was an elf with white hair and red eyes, whose face was incredibly handsome, as if he had stepped out of a painting.

"Who are you?"

Goblin Iron stared at the elf before him in shock, his heart filled with doubt.

"An elf?"

Kula was stunned; he couldn't believe what he was seeing. (End of Chapter)