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

Just as the two were arguing.

The crimson moonlight was suddenly torn apart by the pink mist of lust, and the silk ribbons formed by the power of lust wrapped around Ye Yan's waist.

She lightly touched the air with her toes, and with each step, a mandala flower bloomed.

Seth's holy light strike melted into honey upon touching the petals.

"Can I borrow your little cutie?"

Lustful tongue swept across Ye Yan's earlobe, leaving a heart-shaped mark on his neck.

Before the three demon kings could form a combined attack formation, the pink mist had already carried the two of them into the rift of lust.

"Chase!"

Seth's Judgment Sword cleaved open a spatial rift, only to reveal Goblin General Tian holding the demonic sword Blood Lotus, standing at the edge of the rift.

"This road is blocked!"

The lustful crystals embedded in his armor resonated with the rift, twisting the pursuit path into a labyrinth of desire.

"You bastard, you've actually become a follower of lust!"

The Lion King's furious slash landed first, severing Tian's left arm.

But the severed limbs, upon falling to the ground, transformed into alluring dancers, entwining the wings of the Phoenix-Winged Demon King.

As the half-dragon king tore the dancer apart, the splattered blood droplets exploded into aphrodisiac pollen in the air.

"Get out of the way!"

Seth's holy seal scorched the chest of the sky, the smell of burning mixed with the fragrance of irises.

The goblin general vomited blood tinged with pink starlight, but plunged his longsword deep into his own heart:

"This road is blocked."

The instant the holy sword pierced his throat, a lustful totem suddenly appeared in Tian's pupils.

"The power of lust?!"

"I never imagined you'd be able to wield the power of the Lustful Monarch!"

Seth was shocked to discover that the blade was being corrupted by the aphrodisiac, and tiny tentacles were sprouting from the hilt and wrapping around his wrist.

The three demon kings unleashed their ultimate attacks simultaneously, and Tian's body disintegrated in the holy light, yet a soft laugh emanated from each fragment.

"Am I going to die?"

The mangled head rolled to the edge of the altar, and the single eye of the sky reflected the restless trajectory of the power of gluttony.

His shattered spine suddenly glowed pink, and his fingers, engraved with erotic prayers, stretched laboriously into the void—

A sudden downpour of emerald-green healing light swept away the bloody mist from Elena's silver robes.

Her trembling fingertips traced her scorched face, the healing light mingling with glistening tears:

"Thank goodness you're still alive!"

A broken laugh escaped Tian's throat, and his remaining right hand suddenly grabbed Elena's wrist.

Lustful runes appeared at the point of contact between the two, but he suppressed them with his last bit of strength:

"I'm still alive."

With each word he spoke, he vomited blood containing fragments of internal organs.

"I'm sorry, I had already made up my mind."

Seth's sword of judgment suddenly emitted a shriek, and holy light formed a prison enveloping the two of them:

"It's a human!"

His eyes blazed with a defamatory rage. "Then die!"

"Hurry up!"

The crippled body unleashed its last strength, pushing Elena toward the fissure of lust.

The erotic crystal on his chest emitted a supernova-like light, and seven hundred chains of lust bound Seth's limbs.

When the three demon kings unleashed their deadly attacks on him, Tian's smile froze into a crystal sculpture:

"This time, finally..."

"No!"

The moment Elena's mournful cry was swallowed by the rift, the sky's crystal body shattered with a deafening roar.

The power of lust manifested as a torrential downpour of peach blossoms that swept across the entire battlefield.

Each petal reflects a scene from ten years ago—

Young Tian, ​​carrying the blood-covered Elena, fled into the forest while being pursued by the Templar Knights.

. . .

Darkness enveloped Ye Yan like a womb, and he could hear his skull melting.

Fragmented images of my mother before her death floated in my mind, her last words, stained with icy fragments, scraping at my nerves like blades—

"Would the world be at peace if all heartbeats stopped?"

"Click"

The sound of a crystal shattering exploded deep within my soul.

Ye Yan suddenly saw his twelve-year-old self curled up beside the ice coffin, holding his mother's frozen hand and reciting elven incantations.

Suddenly, black blood seeped from the ice coffin in my memory, and the blood droplets formed a blood-red formula in the air:

World population ÷ death rate = time to achieve absolute peace.

[Cognitive contamination detected exceeding threshold]

[This is consuming countless accumulated evolution points and essence to force the exclusive skill "Sage" to evolve.]

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Seven hundred scarlet chains emerged from the darkness, each chain strung with a human skull.

As the chains began to snap, Ye Yan's eyeballs suddenly burst open, and vines of data streams sprouted from his eye sockets—

He saw the rise and fall of civilizations pulsating on the four-dimensional coordinate axis, and saw the death countdown floating above the heads of every living being.

[Evolutionary Direction: "Intelligence" - Existing Life Form Number 0079]

[Route under correction]

Congratulations on acquiring the exclusive skill "King of Intelligence"

The excruciating pain was like liquid nitrogen being injected into the spinal cord, and Ye Yan's screams materialized in the darkness as a shattered screen.

Countless fragments of intelligence transformed into thorny icicles that pierced the brain:

In the final moments after the Goblin General's death, he was burned by holy light;

Elena was imprisoned beneath the Tree of Life.

The wounds pierced by the twelve fallen god nails are oozing spores of lust;

The Third Legion of the Land of the Dead tore through the western defenses, and the corpses of fallen soldiers were being pieced together to form a flesh and blood portal.

Beneath the icy throne of the North Wind Emperor, greed has polluted the frozen ocean's ecosystem, plunging the eyes of the polar whales into darkness.

. . .

Inside Baiyao Village.

Ye Yan slowly opened her eyes.

Blood-red moonlight pierced through the ice crystal window, reflecting a torrent of data in Ye Yan's ruby-like pupils.

The healing potion that the beautiful woman was holding suddenly frosted over. She noticed that the ice crystals on the monarch's eyelashes when he awoke were shimmering with the eerie blue glow unique to intelligence.

"My lord, this is wonderful!"

Beside him, Hongyan and Quesi were very happy to see this.

"You're finally awake."

How long has passed?

"Three months and seven days."

The butterfly wings behind the silk floss shook off phosphorus powder, forming a countdown in the air accurate to the second.

"Really!"

Ye Yan stood up and looked at the demonic sword, Blood Lotus, beside the bed.

As his fingertips brushed against the hilt of the demonic sword Blood Lotus, the newly formed blood-red patterns suddenly came to life.

The reflection on the blade was no longer his own face, but the scene of Goblin General Tian being pierced through the heart by holy light.

Three hundred and sixty-three battle scenes are playing on a loop—all obstacles cleared for him by the heavens.

"This is—" Goblin Mu hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Half of a bloodstained breastplate fell out from a gap in his armor, its surface still bearing the image of Tian's final battle.

The body, pierced by the seven sacred pillars, transformed into a blood-red barrier, forcefully withstanding Seth's laser.

"I know."

Ye Yan nodded slightly, as if the sacrifice of Goblin General Tian was already within his expectations.

Strands of intelligence flowed into his mind on the night breeze, gathering like trickles of water into a sea, making his eyes grow ever more profound.

He slowly picked up the demonic sword Blood Lotus, his fingertips gently caressing the hilt, as if conversing with a former comrade-in-arms.

He recalled the first time he met Goblin General Tian, ​​when he was just a weak goblin.

A trace of sadness flashed in Ye Yan's eyes, but more so, a resolute determination.

"What a pity, it wasn't me who killed you." (End of Chapter)