Hundreds of goblins pounced on them, some biting their hands, some holding their feet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the sharp teeth could not pierce his skin, the pain still kept hitting his nerves.

Leillard waved his hand vigorously to split the goblins with the knife in his hand. But his hands were so heavy that he couldn't lift them.

Turning his eyes in fear, he turned into a goblin in the shape of a pitch-black demon, desperately clutching his hand, even if his heart was hollowed out by Leillard, he still didn't let go.

"Hey, hey" The beast's eyes glowing red in the darkness opened, and then countless goblins poured in, drowning Leirad, feeling his flesh being eaten little by little, and Laiard couldn't help but scream in horror.

When he opened his eyes, there were no goblins around, and there were no countless red eyes.

In the dark room, several young girls were lying.

With her hands on Mebis and Leah, Rosa leaning against her chest and breathing evenly.

In the past few days, he has killed a lot of goblins, and Leillard woke up, as if the smell of goblins and blood still lingered on the tip of his nose.

The discomfort caused by the slaughter, and Lillard could only relieve the pressure with crazy sex for the past two days.

It was only last night that Lothar fainted before lying on Lillard's chest. The other girls also climaxed more or less several times.

Although Mebis was watching from the sidelines, Lillard didn't think about what to do to her, perhaps subconsciously avoiding her.

When he woke up, Lillard still had a somewhat decadent feeling. He squeezed his hands, and after washing them more than ten times, he seemed to still feel the stickiness of blood.

Even though the goblins were enemies, the wails before death made him feel the pain from within. Even if he couldn't speak, the unwillingness, fear, and hatred of the death of his life reached Lailard's heart.

So Lillard didn't want to go on at all. He would rather find a remote place to live with a few girls in his family. But even the gods have been pulled down, and if they don't do it themselves, Akua can also use the spell to make Lerald force those things.

Even if there were so-called captives, Lillard didn't really want to see the faces of those goblins, as if the next moment these goblins would rebel and do something. Leillard subconsciously hates these dirty creatures, but for the sake of his own future, he can't help but treat these creatures kindly.

Frowning, Leillard carefully pulled out his hand, allowing Leah and Mebis to switch to a comfortable position, and then placed Rosa where she had just been lying. In the past few days of contact, Mebis can also chat with other people, and he will not cry and make trouble after leaving for a short time. It feels like there's a clingy father's daughter for nothing.

Dressed in his shorts, Lillard cautiously left the room and walked slowly to the front of the temple he had made.

Most of the roads in the village are paved with stones, and the houses on both sides have been divided, and there will be time to gather them to make houses in the future. Goblins are still accustomed to living underground, while orcs sleep with goblins, and human females live next to the large courtyard of Leillard. There's a big hall built over there, where the expressionless women live temporarily, and there's a three-meter-high wall around the goblin area.

Lillard didn't want to overstimulate the women, and even though many of them had been captured by goblins for years and many had lost their minds, Lillard still wanted them to recover. But this can only be taken as a heartfelt expectation.

Looking at the withered yellow face, the bitten chips on the body, and the numb eyes, occasionally answering slurred language when questioning, after seeing Lailard, he hid in the corner of the room like a small animal, nervously clasping the hard stone slab with his hands, and his nails were bleeding and he never relaxed.

Suddenly there was a thought in Laillard's mind of the common hatred of humanity.

A voice in his heart told him that it would be good to kill all the goblins, and everyone would get better.

But Lillard knew it wasn't realistic. There is no such thing as being friendly enough to do it all alone.

Stroking the mound where his statue was kept, Leillard's eyes were even more dazed.

"You're okay, you don't seem to have a break in the past few days" Emily followed in her pajamas, looking at Leiard's depressed appearance, Emily felt a little heartache in her heart. Smiled and touched Leillard's head and gently hugged him from behind.

"Emily, don't you hate me?" Leillard leaned back with his eyes closed. Emily's breathing can be heard, and there is some sweet smell.

"What stupid things are you talking about, why do I hate you? Aren't you my other half now? You're the breadwinner of the family" Listening to this confused unfolding, Emily didn't know what was going on in Lillard's mind for a while.

"At the beginning, if I sent you back directly, I guess there wouldn't be so many things, you were also reunited with your family, maybe there are lovers who like you more than me, in this ghost place, Ru Mao drinks blood, doesn't dress well, doesn't sleep well, doesn't eat well, and worries every day about whether someone will come to encircle and suppress it, don't you feel annoyed by this unstable life?

Leillard said weakly, he had always thought that he was the one who ruined the good life of others, and the guilt in him was heavy.

"I said that I would save others, and I was also asked to become a god, but I couldn't even reach the little bit of God's ability, not only could I not preach justice, nor could I give people warmth, let alone let people go astray. I was deeply ashamed of the thought that so many mutilated people, waiting to be saved, and that I could not do anything at all, and that I thought about giving these suffering women to other goblins as prizes. What kind of god is this kind of god?"

"I think you need to get some sleep, you're so tired" Emily felt completely unable to answer these questions, it would be a lie to say that she didn't hate Lillard in the first place. It's just that what happened in the Adventurer's Guild afterwards, she knows that there is no turning back. Unless she stays in the temple and doesn't come out, or goes on an adventure in another place, the prostitute's hat will never be removed.

"Llard, you are not a god now, and even if you are a god, you cannot change what has happened. If there is one prayer that human beings have for God, it is that they hope that the present is better than the past, and the future is better than the present. Even if you blame yourself so much, you can't do anything. If I say that I didn't hate you at the time and didn't regret it, it would be a lie.

People can't just blindly regret the past, everyone has to look forward and always indulge in the regret caused by the past, so who will make the current miserable people happy?

I don't know how much God can do, but I hope you can make me not regret it now and in the future.

I think everyone else thinks the same way."

Trying to hold on to Leillard, who was drained of strength. Emily did her best to soften the man's heart. She had seen many scenes where her family and village had lost their most important people due to the death of their teammates and the loss of their most important people due to goblin attacks, so she knew that this was the time when Lillard needed the most comfort from others.

Leillard sat on Emily's lap and felt a little calmer for the first time in days.

The sound of birds flying through the forest in the early morning swept away a lot of Leillard's sorrows.

The two of them quietly enjoyed the morning sun.