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

Inside the ancient tree of life.

Amber-colored resin suddenly seeped from the annual rings of the ancient tree of life.

These viscous liquids solidified in the air, resembling Ye Yan's appearance back then.

"Fake"

The elven girl suddenly reached out and crushed the illusion, the broken resin cutting her pale cheek.

"Aaaaaah!"

Do you know how long I've waited for you?

She pressed her cheek against the cold crystal wall, and the morning dew that had condensed on her eyelashes turned blood red:

"You're mine!"

The girl grabbed the fabric and took a deep breath, but the fabric carbonized the moment it touched her lips:

You can only be mine.

Her pupils suddenly split into compound eyes, each lens reflecting different versions of Ye Yan.

Do you know how I spend my days?

"wait for me".

"Weren't we supposed to fight against the gods together?!"

Why would you rather hire those inferior races?

"Oh dear, I think I'm broken—"

"Say something!"

The elven girl shouted at Ye Yan, who was sealed inside:

"Do you know how I've spent these past tens of thousands of years?"

"Just say 'wait for me'."

"Why should I wait for tens of thousands of years?"

After her heart-wrenching roar, the girl suddenly quieted down and pressed her ear against the cracking seal.

When she heard the faint sound of the blood mist flowing, a childlike, innocent smile appeared on her face:

"Don't keep me waiting too long this time!"

Her entire body suddenly crystallized, merging with the sealing barrier.

As the last green leaf drifted down from the tip of her hair, two figures could be vaguely seen overlapping in the depths of the emerald green.

One is a crazed girl, the other is the outline of a boy formed from blood mist.

. . .

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the Shenyun Forest.

A man and a dragon were running at top speed towards the edge of the forest.

Suddenly, the withered wisteria wrapped around Arthur's ankle; the branches that should have been supple were now like shriveled blood vessels.

Where Helen's dragon tail swept, the scorched earth cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and emerald-colored slime seeped from each crack.

"My name is Arthur."

When Arthur cut the vines, he discovered that the sap on the blade was corroding the sword's markings.

"oh?"

The dragon girl chuckled and caught the falling dead leaves with her scales; the leaves turned into golden dust the moment they touched her skin.

"The heroes that the Northern Wind Empire nurtured were the result of three dragon tombs."

Her vertical pupils suddenly contracted into blade-like shapes.

"Is this how you look?"

Arthur shielded Elena and took a half-step back, his boot heels sinking into the suddenly sandy ground.

"you--"

"Helen."

The dragon girl flicked her finger and shattered the attacking withered vines, but what spurted out from the broken ends was not sap but blood mist.

"The rest,"

She suddenly tore off a scale and threw it into the void, where the scale burned out runes.

"I don't want to say."

Elena, who was in a coma, suddenly convulsed, and the ends of her hair turned gray at a visible speed.

Upon discovering that Alina was aging rapidly and her life force was fading, Arthur hurriedly infused her with holy power:

"What's going on?!"

Helen's dragon horns suddenly glowed with ancient runes, reflecting the terror unfolding within a hundred miles—

Ancient trees complete their thousand-year life cycle in the blink of an eye, new saplings wither and die in the blink of an eye, and poisonous mushrooms sprout from the rotting trunks.

"The authority of life has been activated."

She sneered.

"That's impossible!"

Arthur's holy sword suddenly slipped from his hand and plunged into the ground, the Jewel of Truth embedded in the hilt displaying a phantom image of the collapsing World Tree:

"The power clearly follows the World Tree."

"Who told you that?"

Helen suddenly grabbed Arthur by the neck, and ice flowers bloomed from the wound where the dragon claws had pierced.

Even if we return to the origin.

Suddenly, emerald-colored rain began to fall from the sky, and the raindrops solidified into cocoons the moment they touched Elena.

Helen abruptly pushed Arthur away:

"It can be usurped again!"

"But this requires..."

"Run!"

Helen suddenly revealed her true form as a half-dragon, with the scales on her back growing backward into bone spurs.

As she grabbed the two of them and leaped into the air, the spot where they had been standing suddenly collapsed into a vortex that swallowed lives.

Arthur suddenly felt a lightness in his arms and discovered that Elena's skirt was disintegrating into particles of light.

Helen's warning came with the sound of dragon wings tearing through the air:

"You might be able to survive thanks to the Holy Light."

Her dragon breath froze the blood vines that were chasing her.

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"But this human woman's soul has begun to collapse."

Upon hearing Helen's words, Arthur immediately sped up.

She had many doubts and questions.

But for her, the most important thing at this moment is to protect the person her savior entrusted to her.

No matter the cost.

No.

Perhaps, she has nothing left to lose.

Arthur's ring suddenly shattered, and the stored holy power surged wildly into Elena's body.

When the last glimmer of light faded, Alina's life finally stabilized.

. . .

The rotting birch tree suddenly exploded into sawdust, and Helen's dragon tail plowed a deep trench in the pile of dead leaves.

Her vertical pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints, and her nostrils flared as she caught the stench of rotting flesh mixed with magic crystals:

"Stop!"

Arthur staggered and steadied himself against the crystallizing tree trunk, while Elena groaned in pain in his arms.

He followed Helen's gaze and saw more than a dozen human figures crawling out of the poisonous mushroom bushes—

The adventurers' joints were twisted at bizarre angles, and purplish-red blood vessels writhed like worms beneath their skin.

"Women. Fresh women."

The lead swordsman had a prolapsed jaw, and his exposed tongue was covered with eyeballs.

Fleshy tendrils emerged from the gaps in his rusty armor, each tendril's tip splitting into a sucker-like mouthpart.

"You're asking for it!" Helen sneered.

"No, they are being controlled."

Arthur tried to stop him, but it was too late.

When Helen's dragon claws tore through the air, they created a storm of ice crystals, instantly freezing the first thieves who rushed at them into ice sculptures.

Arthur's holy sword had barely been drawn three inches when he saw the archer's head vaporize in the dragon's breath—

The headless body continued to run forward for seven steps before collapsing.

"They are being controlled!"

Arthur's healing barrier deflected the splattered poisonous blood, and the emerald-colored blood droplets etched honeycomb-like holes into the light screen.

"Oh"

The dragon maiden crushed the last mage's chest cavity, and his spine turned to ashes the instant it pierced her boots:

"Does the Hero intend to hold a funeral for them?"

She kicked away the severed hand that was still twitching at her feet.

"You!" "What do you mean, 'you'?!"

Helen seemed to know what Arthur wanted to say, her eyes sharpened, and she glared back.

"Do you know how to turn them back?"

"But we wouldn't kill them like that; we could easily go around them."

"snort"

Helen sneered.

"Is this what a hero is?"

"Didn't you consider what would happen if other innocent people encountered them?"

Upon hearing Helen's words, Arthur was momentarily speechless.

No.

There is simply no way to refute it.

More footsteps came from all directions.

Dark elves with purple pupils leaped down from the treetops, while lizardmen with scales growing backward emerged from the crypts.

The rotting pine cone suddenly burst open, releasing a swarm of poisonous bees—each bee's abdomen bearing a human face pattern.

"Shall we sing them a requiem now?" (End of Chapter)