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

"So hungry, so hungry, so hungry..."

This monotonous and terrifying spell kept repeating in their mouths.

They began to tear their bodies apart frantically, bleeding profusely, but they were still not satisfied.

Some people even reached out to their comrades beside them.

The partners who once fought side by side have now become prey in each other's eyes.

"Ah"

"Do not"

“so hungry”

"eat!"

In just a few moments, the wasteland was filled with fallen figures.

The blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with the smell of death and despair.

All this, just because of a child's eyes.

A monster that has yet to strike.

This announced their complete defeat.

"how come……"

Yasen's voice trembled as he looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Those subordinates whom he was once proud of were swallowed up by this power in an instant.

Their tenacity and courage seem so insignificant at this moment.

"Leader"

At this moment, a faint voice of "Captain" broke the silence.

That was Ya Lian's voice, with a subtle difference.

"Great, you're okay—"

Yasen looked back hopefully, expecting to see a familiar smiling face.

however.

But Ya Lian's eyes were red, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth from chewing his fingers, and his face was hideous and weird, like a demon returning from hell.

Meanwhile, Qiao Shan felt the pain of a broken arm.

He couldn't hide the fear and despair in his eyes.

He curled up on the ground, not daring to touch the blood on the ground.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 156 Despair, pain, questioning, and pure gaze.

"No"

"This is not true"

The scene before him was like a sharp blade, cutting Yasen's heart fiercely.

He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened and he let out a shrill howl.

"Ahhhh!"

It is a struggle against fate and despair against reality.

Yasen's body reacted instinctively and he pushed Yalian away, his face twisted and his eyes filled with anger and pain.

He couldn't accept it, his once most trusted subordinate and closest brother.

It has become like this.

"how so?!"

Yasen's roar tore through the quiet night sky like thunder.

His eyes were red, as if they could spit out flames.

Despair and anger intertwined into a complex web, tightly entangling him.

All around, the knights and subordinates who once fought side by side.

But at this moment, it was as if he was cursed by darkness and had lost the light of his soul.

"All of you, get up! This is an order!"

His voice echoed across the empty battlefield.

It carries a force that cannot be disobeyed, but it is like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to cause even a ripple.

Knights who had sworn an oath of honor and loyalty.

At this moment, only empty eyes remained, flashing with endless desire for food.

It is a primitive impulse that transcends reason and emotion.

Yassen roared with all his might.

"No, don't eat it."

He pleaded vigorously.

"Those are your companions, comrades."

but.

nobody.

No knights.

Follow his orders.

Those knights who once obeyed orders and were glorious and holy are gone.

replaced by.

The mind is filled with "food" and "hunger".

They only know how to eat and drink, ignore the ethics and morals in front of them, and devour their own kind.

A beast that eats raw meat and drinks blood!

In an instant, on this battlefield.

Let out a series of low calls.

And that terrifyingly clear chewing sound.

Here, it seemed that only Yasen was awake.

I clearly saw this horrible hell.

Yassen fell to his knees, his hands clenched into fists.

The nails dug deep into the palms and blood dripped from the fingertips, but it could not bring back any sanity.

"no, do not want"

His plea became a different color in this bloody hell.

The glory and splendor of the past were completely swallowed up at this moment.

In their place was a horde of monsters driven by hunger.

There is no light in their eyes, only the most instinctive pursuit of survival.

The sounds of chewing and swallowing interweave into a symphony of death.

Every note hit Yasen's heart hard, making him feel miserable.

He looked around him, as if he were in a cursed hell.

Everything around became distorted and hideous.

Driven by hunger, the former friends turned their knives against each other.

The vows and friendship of the past seem so fragile in the face of the instinct of survival.

Comrades and companions, these were once warm words.

Now it has turned into the cruelest irony.

“Eat, eat, eat…”

These monotonous and terrifying syllables are like a curse.

It kept echoing in the air, and each repetition was like a sharp knife cutting into Yassen's heart.

He witnessed with his own eyes the figures who had once fought side by side with him.

Driven by hunger, it gradually became a beast that only knew how to devour and destroy.

“Ah, hahahahaha!”

The laughter of Captain Yassen suddenly rang out, sounding particularly harsh in this abyss of despair.

It was self-mockery, anger, and a ruthless accusation against fate.

What kind of terrifying existence was he facing?

His arrogance seemed so ridiculous and insignificant at this moment.

Before he arrived.

I once thought that no matter who the other party was, I could handle it all with my own strength.

Because he has all this confidence.

Since he was a child, he took up the sword at the age of three under the education of his family.

He became a reserve knight at the age of 6, and was regarded as an excellent knight at the age of 12.

At the age of 16, he had already become the youngest deputy group leader praised by people.

At the age of 18, he defeated the former leader and took over the Guardian Knights, one of the four major knight orders in the empire.

Become the youngest group leader.

Throughout his life, Yassen had never been defeated.

Until the birth of his youngest brother.

The brave brother broke all his records and pride along the way.

He even defeated the so-called three leaders with one sword.

The so-called genius pales in comparison to his younger brother and becomes just like an ordinary person.

At this moment, he finally understood that when those mortals looked at these geniuses.

How you look at it, how jealous you are, and how unwilling you are.

genius?

In front of a brave man, they are like ants.

Genius is just the threshold to meet him.

And the so-called genius is nothing more than a mortal holding a toy in front of a brave man.

King Boreas was full of praise for his younger brother, Arthur.

Called.

Its sword can reach the sky!

At that moment, Yassen understood.

Some people are different from the moment they are born.

Arthur is a brave man.