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

"you!"

Yasen's eyes widened in disbelief. The man in front of him was simply a madman.

"Besides, you've wronged me."

[Ye Yan] chewed his finger, then swallowed it, stepped in the air, and explained:

"The scene before my eyes was not caused on purpose at all."

"It's just that they are too weak and have too little concentration."

[Ye Yan] waved his hand helplessly, and the broken finger had recovered at some point.

"Besides, my master hasn't left here yet."

"You just come to me on your own."

[Ye Yan] was bored and stared at Yasen meaningfully.

"This is your fault no matter how you think about it."

"Moreover"

"Didn't you consider the consequences before you touched upon your most primitive desires?"

He pouted.

I really can't imagine what happened and what the world experienced while it was sleeping.

How many years have passed.

To the point that no one even knows where it exists?

This is, what arrogance!

"Primal desire?"

Hearing this word, Yasen's eyes widened, as if he had thought of something.

No, it can’t be!

It shouldn't be that kind of existence!

Yasen comforted himself in his heart.

"You should have been prepared before the contact!"

"Enjoying a happy breakfast also comes at a price, and that price is nothing more than your own life"

[Ye Yan] clapped his hands and made a very generous gesture.

"How is it? Are you happy or not?"

"Just, a life?"

At this moment, Yassen finally understood.

It turns out that everything before my eyes was not intentional.

It was just a little bit of leakage from that endless desire that led to the current situation.

At this moment, Yassen collapsed.

No.

No.

He looked up, wanting to be sure.

Then, his eyes fell on Ye Yan.

It fell on those ruby ​​eyes that were as bright as the stars and as red as real blood.

But he found that the child was looking at him with those red sapphire eyes.

The two looked at each other.

Yasen's pupils also dilated instantly.

Just a glance.

The overwhelming and endless hunger devoured him completely.

Like a tide coming and drowning.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

this moment.

The string that Yasen was holding tightly together finally broke, and he let out an irritating scream.

"Ahhh, monster, monster"

He kept muttering and his face was ferocious.

impossible.

This kind of existence is definitely not something he or they can fight against.

We cannot defeat them simply by relying on numbers.

No, it would be better to say that this is only adding nutrients for the growth of the monster in front of us.

Quantity is meaningless to such an existence.

What, formations, military formations, they are all useless.

Brave!

Correct.

Only the brave, who are not in the ordinary, can fight against it.

That's right.

His failure was not because he was too weak.

It’s just that the opponent is strong and it’s not within the norm.

Not his fault.

Because, no matter how you think about it, you know that this is an invincible existence.

then.

He, Yassen, the leader of the Guardian Knights, comforted himself in this way.

He abandoned his brother, his subordinates, and his comrades.

Escaped alone.

"Ahhhh!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

"Monster, monster"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 158: Victoria arrives before the blood mist. (Please read on!)

"Impossible, impossible"

The sound gradually became smaller and the figure gradually disappeared.

Looking at Arsen who was leaving, Ye Yan did not chase after him.

"How rude!"

[Ye Yan] murmured and looked away.

"So, what's up with you, little fox?"

Just when everything seemed to have fallen silent.

A figure quietly emerged from the blood mist.

Like a messenger returning from hell, she was a woman covered in blood.

Her clothes were torn and her skin was stained with blood, as if every inch of her body was telling of endless pain and struggle.

Even with powerful magic surrounding it, it is impossible to completely resist the erosion of the blood mist.

Her skin was peeling off piece by piece, revealing shocking flesh and blood.

However, at this moment, a miracle happened.

An inexplicable power surged from her broken body.

call!

The blood suddenly burned like a blazing flame, instantly enveloping her.

This fire not only did not bring destruction, but instead became the prelude to rebirth.

Under the baptism of fire,

Her flesh and blood gradually healed, and her new skin was as white and flawless as the first snow. Her soft black hair fell like a waterfall, adding a bit of otherworldly temperament to her.

When the flames finally went out, a woman in a gorgeous long dress and with a noble temperament appeared in front of Ye Yan.

She lifted her skirt slightly and performed an extremely elegant aristocratic etiquette, her voice clear and firm:

"Greetings, Lord Gluttony."

In the vast twilight, the sky seemed to be covered by a thick layer of leaden clouds, which was so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.

“That’s simply a monster.”

"Monsters outside the ordinary"

“It’s impossible to win”

Run, run.

At some point, Yasen ran to the edge of the blood mist and saw the blue sky.

The tense mood caused by fear suddenly eased a lot.

Yassen stopped and looked back.

Looking at the blood mist that was split apart by the brave man's power, he felt regretful and conflicted.

Maybe there are still people alive there.

Maybe there are people there waiting for rescue now.

Perhaps if he could go over there now, he could save one or two.

Even just one.

But no matter how hard he tried, his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and he was unable to take a step.

Kaz!

However, just when Yasen hesitated.

The strange electric current that was blocked by the blood mist let out a mournful cry.

Then, in Yasen's desperate eyes.

The blood mist that was broken by the hero's power broke through the hero's remaining strength and condensed.

how come.

"no, do not want"

Yasen went up in shock.

next moment.

With a snap, and under the slow tension, his left foot tripped over his right foot and the whole person fell to the ground.

"No"

He stretched out his hand, looked helplessly at the gradually closing blood mist, and begged.