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

"Heh, so this is how you treat your father, my dear daughter?"

The Elf King's voice was filled with boundless majesty and disappointment.

The elven princess's expression changed drastically. She looked in disbelief at the longsword in her hand, and then at the wound that had pierced through but was not bleeding.

next moment.

boom!

The fairy princess was thrown back and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Wow!"

She coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"If you've prepared for this for so long, and this is all you're going to do?"

The Elf King slowly turned around, looked at the Elf Princess, and a loving smile appeared on his face.

"You truly disappoint me!"

"Your sisters are the type to cry, you know."

In that instant, the fairy princess felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

She raised her head, trembling, and looked at the familiar face before her, her heart filled with resentment.

The elves, on the other hand, were completely bewildered, utterly unable to comprehend what was happening before their eyes.

"Princess, King, why are they fighting?"

"I don't know, but... but why would the princess want to assassinate the king?"

"What, what's going on?!"

The elves were discussing amongst themselves, their hearts filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"You guys better wake up!"

The fairy princess slowly stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with determination.

"Haven't you noticed yet?"

Her voice echoed in the silent night sky, silencing all the elves.

"Looking at the Elf King before you, is this still the person you recognize?"

Upon hearing this, the elves all focused their attention and looked closely.

They were all stunned when they saw it.

The Elf King's face, though still beautiful, exuded an ethereal and majestic aura that seemed to belong to another world.

"The current Elf King is nothing but a soulless puppet."

The fairy princess's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of the fairies.

"How could that be?"

Some of the elves gasped in surprise, staring at the Elf King in disbelief.

How could the Elf King, who once led them through countless storms and protected them, have become a soulless puppet?

"Are you done talking?"

The Elf King's voice was cold as he slowly raised his finger, his fingertip gathering terrifying magical power.

"Then die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic, like a raging torrent, was about to sweep towards the Elf Prince.

However, at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

"Do you really think this is all the preparation I've made?"

The elven princess chuckled softly, a resolute glint in her eyes.

The next moment, countless vines engraved with mysterious patterns rose from the ground and pierced through the Elf King's body like lightning.

The patterns engraved on these vines shimmered with an eerie light, as if they contained some kind of mysterious power.

Just as the Elf King was about to do something, he suddenly discovered that he couldn't move his body.

The scar on his chest.

At this moment, mysterious patterns appeared, instantly controlling his movements and clearing away the magic power he had gathered.

"That is?"

Only then did the Elf King notice that the knife in the Elf Princess's hand was no ordinary item.

The blade was engraved with intricate and mysterious patterns, emitting a faint glow. It was none other than Dingtian, one of the Seven Lost Demonic Blades.

"You...you actually found this knife..."

The Elf King's voice revealed a hint of shock.

He never expected that his daughter would find the legendary demonic sword, let alone use it against him.

The elven princess looked at the elven king before her, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She once admired and worshipped him, but now she must end his life with her own hands for the future of the elven race.

"Father, I'm sorry..."

The elven princess took a deep breath and slowly drew out another lost demonic sword, one of the Seven Weapons, Soul Breaker.

The Seven Swords, a demonic blade specifically designed to sever the soul, possess the immense power to defy the gods.

The elven princess held the Soul-Slaying Sword in her hand, her eyes filled with resolute determination.

"Go to hell."

She gave a low shout, and the two demonic blades unleashed a dazzling light, like two blazing suns rising.

Rumble—!

The two demonic blades intertwined, creating a dazzling light, and slashed fiercely at the Elf King's body, unleashing an extremely terrifying energy fluctuation.

It pierced through the Elf King's body.

At that moment, everything around suddenly stopped.

Click!

Immediately afterwards, the space shattered as if glass had broken.

"Elf Spell, Fifth Spell, Time Return"

As the Elf King's voice faded, the illusory space collapsed.

Everything that had happened before seemed as if it had never happened.

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Without turning his head, the Elf King reached his hand behind him, and the dazzling magic instantly pierced through the Elf Princess, who was preparing to launch a sneak attack.

She stared wide-eyed at the Elf King before her in disbelief, her gaze gradually dimming.

You lost.

"Heh, when will it happen?"

The fairy princess clutched her wound, her palm stained with blood.

She slowly raised her head and looked at her once beloved father, who had now become her enemy.

Do you think this will change your fate?

Upon hearing her words, the Elf King looked down at his own body.

The wound inflicted by the Demon Blade Soul Breaker failed to heal and even continued to widen.

"You will be killed by me!"

The fairy princess slowly stood up and chuckled softly.

"Because this is your destiny."

"Fate?"

The Elf King muttered to himself, watching his body gradually crumble, a flash of understanding appearing in his eyes.

"A bloodline talent born from the Elf King, a being that transcends the power of fate."

Is it fate?

Those who play with fate will ultimately be played by fate.

"Unfortunately, you won't live to see that day."

The Elf Princess's voice rang out again as she walked toward the Elf King, the longsword in her hand gleaming with a cold light.

"The wound left by the Demon Blade's Soul-Shattering Technique is directly attached to the soul and etched into time, so even if you turn back time, it won't help."

"It seems that's indeed the case."

The Elf King looked at the gradually crumbling body and laughed.

It was a sense of relief, a sense of transcendence.

"You have indeed grown a lot, my daughter."

The Elf King's voice softened, as if he had returned to being that loving father.

"However, I will not be killed by 'you'."

As the words fell, the Elf King's figure blurred, as if he were about to merge into this space.

The fairy princess's expression changed drastically; she sensed a power beyond her comprehension surging within her.

"What...what is this?"

"It's fate!"

The Elf King's voice echoed in the void.

Immediately afterwards, the shattered body was restored to its original state, and even the wounds left by the Demon Blade Soul-Shattering Technique disappeared.

The fairy princess was stunned, completely unable to believe what she was seeing.

"You will become the Elf King, but not now."

The Elf King's voice became distant and ethereal. He slowly raised his finger, and terrifying magic once again condensed at his fingertip.

call out--!

A beam of magical energy shot out instantly, heading straight for the elf princess.

Am I going to die?

As the attack drew ever closer, the elven princess felt a surge of helplessness.

She slowly closed her eyes, awaiting her fate.

"Danger?!"

At that moment, a figure suddenly pushed the elf princess aside, and she was pierced through the body by the magic beam.

boom--!

Almost simultaneously, in the distant Divine Charm Forest, a cloud of blood-red mist shot into the sky, staining the forest air crimson. (End of Chapter)