Reincarnated as a goblin, but the mother is a white-haired elf? - Chapter 469

Shenyun Forest, outside Baiyao Village.

The night was as dark as ink, with only faint starlight dotting the silent forest.

Ye Yan stopped, staring at the barrier that covered the entire village in front of him with his deep eyes, and frowned slightly.

“Hmm?”

He whispered softly, as if he felt the unusual breath in the barrier.

[Is this the barrier of the Seven Saints of Sealing Demons? ]

Gluttony’s surprised voice sounded in Ye Yan’s mind.

[It can allow people selected by the person who set up the barrier to enter and exit, but this barrier allows too much! ]

Ye Yan was silent for a moment, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

He always felt that there was some unknown secret hidden in this barrier, and all of this seemed to be closely related to him.

He stepped forward, his expression calm and firm. He did not show too much fear or hesitation about this barrier.

After all, under the power of “Oath”, all barriers are as fragile as paper.

When Ye Yan walked into the enchantment, a strong smell of blood hit him, as if he was in a bloody slaughterhouse.

His footsteps paused slightly, and the expression on his face suddenly became solemn.

What he saw was a series of horrible scenes.

Goblin Mu’s eyes were hollowed out, his internal organs were hollowed out, his hands and feet were chopped off, and he was hanging at the entrance of the village.

A blood-red magic circle emerged under him, emitting a faint light, as if it was the last struggle of his life.

And next to Goblin Mu, there was a head.

That was the head of Xiao Qiu, the child next to Goblin Mu.

There was still an expression of fear and pain on her face, as if she had experienced some unimaginable torture before her death.

But no one knew where her body was, leaving only this lonely head, swaying in the night wind.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…”

Goblin Mu’s voice was trembling and empty, and he kept repeating the words of apology, as if this sentence had become its only life-saving straw.

Its eyes were sunken, losing their former glory, leaving only endless fear and regret.

Ye Yan walked slowly, each step was heavy.

He looked at the Goblin Mu in front of him, his heart full of doubts and anger.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and then asked coldly:

“Who is it?”

However, the only response he got was the Goblin Mu’s repeated “I’m sorry”.

This voice echoed in the empty village, looking particularly desolate and weird.

“Master, their souls are already incomplete.”

Gluttony’s voice sounded in Ye Yan’s ears, with a hint of helplessness and regret.

“Gluttony, can it recover?”

Gluttony was silent for a moment and said.

“Master, it’s dead, and the reason it can still breathe is that the magic circle restrains its soul.”

“Moreover, these souls have been broken to the point where they cannot be repaired.”

What Gluttony didn’t say was.

In fact, there is another way, but Ye Yan’s current strength can’t do it at all.

Ye Yan was not there to say more.

Ye Yan said no more. His anger at the moment was difficult to express in words.

A trace of red mist began to overflow from his body. The density of the red mist was shocking, as if even the space was distorted by it, as if it was going to swallow up the entire space.

His eyes were as cold as frost, and he walked towards the village step by step.

The scene in the village was shocking, like hell on earth.

The ground was stained red with blood, and female corpses were lying on the ground in all directions, or hanging under the eaves of the wooden house, or arranged into various weird objects.

Their bodies were already incomplete, but there was a blood-red magic circle under them, imprisoning their broken souls.

“I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry…”

The murmurings in unison echoed in the village, and the voices of misery, pleading, and apology were intertwined, making people feel extremely weird.

These voices came from the mouths of those women who died tragically, as if their souls were crying and telling the world about their experiences.

The more Ye Yan listened, the angrier he got.

He remembered the proud feeling he had when he showed off to Goblin General Ren before, but now he was only angry and regretful.

He seemed to see a child who had never had a toy before, got a toy from his mother for the first time, and then showed off to others happily.

However, before he had time to appreciate it carefully, the toy was destroyed by someone.

But in addition to anger, Ye Yan also felt an indescribable emotion surging in his heart.

He didn’t know how to express this feeling, but he only knew that this feeling made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He walked slowly past each corpse, looking at those once lively lives that had now become like this.

Ye Yan’s eyes fell on Hongyan, who was still beautiful even if she lost her eyes and limbs.

Despite losing all around, she was still protecting others as always.

Behind Hongyan was Xiaoqiu’s lower body.

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He suddenly remembered the conversation between the two.

. . .

“Our meaning is the Lord’s meaning”

“Even if I bring a group of goblins in, occupy the village you built with great effort?”

“If this is what the Lord said”

“You are more like machines than I am”

Hearing Ye Yan’s words, Hongyan looked up in confusion.

“Machine?”

。 。 。

“She is no longer a machine now.”

“But”

Ye Yan wiped his eyes.

“What about me?”

He looked at his hands, but there were no tears.

Although, he did not cry when he saw the scene in front of him.

He was indeed the same as always, and never changed the fact of the weapon.

[Xiao Yan, you are really the work that your mother is proud of, the most perfect killing weapon! ]

Recalling the words of his mother in the previous life, Ye Yan’s steps stopped involuntarily.

That sentence, like a curse, was deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

He looked up at the sea of ​​flowers in front of him, a piece of snow-white, like his mother’s beautiful snow-white hair.

And in this piece of snow-white, there was a dazzling red.

He frowned and slowly approached.

When he walked in, it was the girl who was begging to live in this flower, Sarath.

Her limbs were cruelly cut off, her eyes were hollowed out, and two flowers were inserted in the empty eye sockets.

On her face, there was still trace of fear and helplessness from her life.

And under her body, there was still the blood-colored magic circle that could trap the soul.

“Yes, is it the Lord?”

Sarath opened her dry mouth, her voice weak and trembling.

Ye Yan nodded, “Yes.”

His voice was cold and mechanical, as if he had lost human emotions.

“I’m sorry!”

Sarath suddenly apologized, which made Ye Yan slightly stunned.

He didn’t understand why these girls who had only met a few times would say sorry to him.

“Why, say sorry?”

He couldn’t help asking, his voice still cold.

“Why, all along the way, you all said sorry!!!” (End of this chapter)