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

"I can't move!"

Xuan remained frozen in place, still gripping the object.

His feet were covered in blood streaks.

Victoria took the opportunity to roll to a safe distance, and when she looked up and saw the face in the crack, the rapier in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Yan, Yan'er," she said, her voice trembling.

The elf locked inside the ancient tree merely raised its eyes.

This simple movement caused Xuan's right arm to suddenly explode into bloody foam, and the splattered blood droplets condensed into sharp spikes in the air, which then pierced Xuan's remaining left leg.

"Ahhhhh!"

Xuan frantically devoured the surrounding demons to heal his wounds, but the newly grown limbs turned into blood in the blink of an eye.

"A mere puppet."

A cold voice fell.

The next moment, thousands upon thousands of blood needles burst forth from Xuan's body.

Before the newly crowned demon king could even waile, he was completely swallowed up by the blood mist.

"The Gluttonous Monarch!"

Sigmund's expression changed drastically, and he roared:

"You damn bastard!"

"Why, why, why are you still trying to stop me even now!"

Zygmunt roared hysterically.

After the goblin general Xuan was killed, the rift gradually closed.

Ye Yan glanced at Sigmund one last time.

His eyes were cold and deep, as if they could see through everything.

One glance was enough to freeze Sigmund's blood and send chills down his spine.

"There is a chance"

Victoria's eyes sharpened; she had spotted a flaw.

When Ye Yan made his move, Sigmund's attention was completely drawn, and the sturdy magic armor on his body briefly relaxed.

"Slay the demon!"

Victoria let out a sharp cry, and the icy longsword in her hand suddenly accelerated, piercing through Siegmund's body like the light of dawn!

However, it was no use.

The longsword was instantly corroded inside Sigmund's body, causing him no real harm whatsoever.

"Hahaha, it's no use."

Zygmunt laughed loudly, "With your meager strength, you think you can hurt me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an even more terrifying magical power erupted from his body.

The magic, like a raging ocean, instantly engulfed Victoria and the other elves.

"what!"

"No!"

The elves screamed in agony; their power was as insignificant as ants before Zygmunt's magic.

"No, it's impossible to win."

The elves looked on in despair.

Feeling the demonic power that was several times more terrifying than that of Goblin General Xuan, they were filled with a sense of powerlessness.

"Hahaha, become my prisoner!"

Zygmunt laughed wildly, his laughter echoing across the empty battlefield, sending chills down one's spine.

Above his head, a terrifying bomb formed by magic was coalescing, like a miniature sun, radiating a dazzling and dangerous light.

"To surrender, or to die?"

Sigmund looked coldly at the elves before him, his face full of mockery.

Faced with this utterly hopeless disparity, the elves collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with despair.

They knew that no matter how hard they tried, they could not resist this terrifying power.

However, just as the terrifying magic-compressed bomb was about to fall, a cold and firm voice suddenly rang out.

"Oh, no one has ever said such a thing since I became king!"

As the sound faded, a figure emerged from the crack.

She was a voluptuous woman wearing a golden crown that symbolized her status. Her long hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, and the golden gauze on the crown fluttered in the breeze.

Her eyes were like deep forest springs, and a dignified smile played on her lips; every gesture she made exuded a regal air.

Her every step was as light as the wind, yet carried an undeniable, heavy pressure, as if the entire world trembled beneath her feet.

The Elf King descended onto the battlefield, calmly raising his hand.

boom!

A dazzling light burst forth from her fingertips, like a thousand sharp swords piercing the darkness.

The light pierced through the magically compressed bomb, instantly disintegrating it into nothingness.

Zygmunt's smile froze, and his face turned ferocious.

"Your Highness, the Elf King!"

The elves turned around, their faces showing the joy of surviving a calamity.

However, when they saw the Elf King's face clearly, they all froze on the spot.

That's Ayana's face!

"Ayana?"

Victoria stared at the Elf King in disbelief, nearly dropping her longsword.

Wasn't Ayana dead?

How did he suddenly become the Elf King?

"The Elf King!"

Sigmund roared, breaking the silence, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the Elf King.

"Why are you still alive?!"

"Weren't you dead?"

"hehe."

The Elf King chuckled softly, his voice carrying boundless majesty. "Who told you I'm dead?"

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"Are you faking your death?!"

At that moment, Zygmunt finally understood!

He burst into wild laughter.

"Haha, I get it!"

"I can sense that you're not far from death!"

"In other words, the legend is true; your soul cannot withstand the Elf King's supreme power!"

"So, you faked your death to lure out all those who harbor ill will towards the elves, intending to wipe out all races detrimental to the elves before you die?"

"However, you've miscalculated!"

boom!

Like a terrifying burst of magic from a flash flood, it erupted from Zygmunt.

The sky seemed to be torn apart by this force, with strong winds rising and the earth shaking.

"I am a hundred times stronger than you now!" Zygmunt's eyes were filled with pride and madness.

"You think you can stop me in your current state?"

"hehe."

The Elf King chuckled softly, his laughter carrying boundless majesty.

"Greed?"

"Too bad, you have no idea what greed is."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Elf King gently waved his hand.

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly parted, revealing a dazzling starry sky.

The light of the stars condensed and transformed into a giant lightsaber, hovering in the Elf King's hand.

The lightsaber emitted a dazzling light, as if it could cut through all the darkness in the world.

"Zigmund, your greed is nothing but a blind pursuit of your own power."

"True greed is the pursuit of endless possibilities, the endless exploration of life and the world."

"And I, as the Elf King, my greed is to protect my people and to pursue the endless prosperity of the Elf race."

"Your greed is nothing but a joke compared to mine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Elf King slowly raised his hand, and the enormous lightsaber instantly cleaved through the sky, carrying the power of the stars, and slashed directly at Sigmund.

"No!"

Zygmunt let out a terrified roar; he sensed the approach of death.

However, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the slash of the lightsaber.

It was as if this was his predetermined fate.

puff!

The lightsaber pierced through Zygmunt's body in an instant, annihilating him completely.

"impossible!"

Sigmund looked on in disbelief.

However, it has already happened.

He eventually turned to ashes and vanished into the world.

With Zygmunt's death, the purple mist that had enveloped the land quickly dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

The elves watched as Sigmund vanished into the world, their hearts filled with awe and reverence.

They knew that it was the Elf King who had saved them.

"Your Highness, the Elf King!"

The elves cheered with joy, their eyes filled with adoration and gratitude.

However, at that moment, a sudden voice rang out.

"You really didn't die! My father!"

puff!

The elven princess smiled, holding a longsword, and pierced through the elven king's body, causing blood to gush out.

... (End of Chapter)