What Kelthus thought, Xu Yichen didn't care. He was concerned about the foul smell of chaos that was permeating Silver Moon City.

With the flying spells brought by the black coat, he easily crossed the metal wall of Silver Moon City with a book and horse crane. He also passed through several invisible but resistance-free magic shields in the middle, but did not attract the attention of any elves.

They seemed to be completely immersed in a state of calculating each other and fighting each other.

Julius laughed wildly in the dark confinement chamber. Although there were no guards outside, he still locked himself in: "Do you think your thoughts, your will, and your souls belong to you?"

"No, it's not. You are even easier to control than the simplest doll in the institution." Julius felt that the will belong to Saint Tsengchi in the void was favoring him, and he couldn't help but tremble, as if the silence of the first half of his life had accumulated energy for this night.

"The position of the secretary should have been mine!" An elf holding a long sword put on a duel and shouted at another elf forced into a corner: "You used despicable means to snatch the position that should belong to me from me. Today I want to tell you that it is meaningless to know a few high-ranking officials and nobles, only strength is the most important thing!"

The sword-holding elf raised his sword and fell, piercing the other elf's throat cleanly without any hesitation.

"I feel that these elves are much more powerful by those we are locked in prison!" Shu Mahe, who hid in the corner with the Demon Hunter, couldn't help but complain: "Are you sure you are not catching civilians?"

"Shh! There is a problem here. Their mind has been disturbed by the power of chaos." Xu Yichen shook his head: "Use your intelligence and see where is the place worth our looting."

"Based on my past experience, it is absolutely right for us to go to the Mage Street they mentioned first. The core of the mysterious lock magic circle is there." Shumahe looked at the murderous elf and turned to face another 'contender' and shrugged: "I guess the elves' clerk must be a combat profession, the kind that can always lead to legends."

The demon hunter carefully hid his whereabouts along the way with Shumahe, and also witnessed another bloody case. These elves did not lose their minds. They still had sound thinking ability, but all their attention was directed in a direction full of malicious intentions.

Soldiers can fight for a sharper sword, and officers can splatter blood on the spot for higher positions.

The biggest scene was of course a team battle with the caster as the core. At a crossroads, three or even more troops fought together, with more than two hundred elves bleeding on the streets. In order to pass there, Xu Yichen quietly broke the necks of the seven elves.

Just like a substantial malice, the Yinyue City was shrouded in it. The evil thoughts in the elves' hearts not only did not make them crazy and confused, but instead made them more rational and calmly analyze the situation and think about how to attack their enemies more effectively. The elves will even split and reorganize several times in a battle according to different interests to achieve their goals.

These purposes may be the obsessions they had hidden in their hearts before, or the ambitions they had just risen, but they were eventually displayed in the bloodiest way.

Kelthas stood helplessly on the top of his palace and looked at the chaotic city outside. This was once his city, the last pride of the elf king's court. The elves living here counted for three generations, and they were all real pure-blood nobles.

Today, their descendants have learned again what conspiracy is, what power and politics is.

A large number of elves who were caught in conflict were forced to stimulate their potential in order to protect themselves, fighting with others, betrayal and alliance as frequently as eating and drinking water. Tactics and calculations became their air and constantly nurtured their brains.

The elves' originally fair skin gradually became dull, and their originally clear and pure eyes began to become wise and cunning. Lies flowed in their blood and tricks lurked in their bones.

Those elves who cannot adapt to the new rules have become members of the corpses on the street. Whether they are mages or rangers, the only fate of the eliminaters is death.

The instinct from the demon hunter made Xu Yichen want to find the root of chaos, but the political commissar's duty made him have to continue his mission.

Reason told him that Chaos' conspiracy had been successful, and it was meaningless to clean up Chaos now, and Silver Moon City was finished; while the power of emotion was telling that if human civilization could really survive in the face of Chaos in the future, it would be possible to fight Chaos at all costs.

It has nothing to do with interests or emotions. They and chaos must be as opposed to water and fire to obtain a glimmer of hope.

"My reason tells me that my thinking pattern is being disturbed. For the seventeenth time, I have been thinking about how to solve you with a dagger when you think about it, and then snatch your weapon and study it carefully." Shumahe said with difficulty, his forehead was covered with sweat, but his expression still had a hint of excitement: "I measured my pulse and heartbeat, which were 75% faster than usual. This phenomenon may be caused by excessive secretion of some hormones."

After saying that, Ma He shook his head: "But this cannot explain why all my thoughts are born with destruction and death as the main body. If you did discover the traces of chaos erosion just now, I am 100% sure that this is the power of the weaver of fate."

"Tengqi." Xu Yichen repeated Shu Ma He's words concisely. Obviously, everything that happened here was very Tengqi.

"Don't say that name! I don't know what power you use to block His influence on you, but I can't." Shumahe smiled bitterly: "Just calling their names will strengthen their power here. I'm afraid that your best way now is to knock me out before I put my thoughts into action, and then solve the rest by myself."

"I'm not as harmless as I look. I'm a competent person..." Shumahe, who wanted to say something, was slashed on his neck by a palm of the demon hunter and fell into a coma in an instant.

"Sorry, I wanted to do this a long time ago." The Demon Hunter shrugged, found a few ropes, and trapped Shumahe firmly on his back: "I wouldn't have brought you here if I had known."

So the question is, should we rob the elves of technical information first, or solve the chaos first?
Chapter completed!