The two of them burrowed into the hole.
Moses continuously threw out dozens of magic barriers, instantly causing their auras to disappear without a trace.
The two of them had escaped just like that.
It was definitely not that easy.
However, Cronus' grandfather had his eyes on him. This was very awkward.
This elder cared more about the Sword of Curses, but he might not have the intention to make the Wailing Blade. It was more likely that he had other weapons that could replace the Wailing Blade.
It was just that the Sword of Curses was more suitable to make the Wailing Blade.
With the Great Elder of the Moonlight Elves, Camelot, in hot pursuit, it was difficult for him to rush underground to find the bandits.
Furthermore …
He might not be able to find them.
Because after staying there for a few short seconds.
Cronus could feel that he could no longer catch up with the two bandits.
He had a feeling.
The speed at which the two bandits dug the tunnel was definitely beyond imagination.
Furthermore …
Faster than him?
How was that possible!!!
Cronus could not believe it. After he became a Saint, or rather, all the experts who had reached this level had an extremely sensitive sixth sense.
Most of the time, there was no need to check one's aura. If one felt that there was something wrong with someone, then there was really something wrong with that person.
This was also the main reason why Moses did not dare to show his face in front of many experts even though his disguise was flawless!
Unless one really grew up in the Dark World, unless one truly believed in darkness from the bottom of one's heart.
The Great Elder of the Moonlight Elves, Camelot, also raised his eyebrows. "Someone took advantage of the chaos and asked me to take away the things in the treasury. Anyway, your grandson has no use for them."
"…" Cronus, who was floating in the air, pondered for a long time. He glanced at his grandfather whom he had never seen before and flew back to the palace without a care in the world.
Camelot glanced at him and strolled leisurely toward the Elven palace that was filled with demons.
He did not seem to care about the demons in front of him at all. It was as if he had returned to his hometown.
However, the tens of thousands of demons in the palace all retreated thousands of meters as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They were afraid that the Great Elder of the Moonlight Elves would accidentally crush them to death!
Even a few Legendary Demon Lords who lived in the palace flew out at the same time. They did not dare to stay any longer.
They had no choice.
This old Elf King, who had existed since the second era, was really too famous.
In particular, the story of him breaking into the Dark World and killing a King of Darkness was still being talked about enthusiastically to this day.
But what the demons didn't understand was this.
Was it the old Elven King who was more powerful?
Or could it be that Cronus had just stepped into the Saint Realm and was already so powerful that he could fight two or even three at once?
…
Camelot didn't care about what the demons thought. He easily walked into the treasury and stepped through the hole in the ground. He glanced at the gold coins, magical crystals, and magical stones that had been stolen. Even after discovering that the dragon egg and the Sword of Cursed were gone, this seemingly middle-aged Saint's expression didn't change at all.
It wasn't until he opened the two Space Gates that he found that the things in the other dimension didn't move.
At this moment, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a smile.
He waved his hand.
All the treasures were stored in his spatial ring.
As for the treasures outside the alternate dimension, he didn't even glance at them.
But when he curiously stretched out his hand and touched the magic barrier that had been lifted.
Buzz, a sound wave spread through the entire palace.
The alarm was triggered.
His expression kept changing, and he gradually frowned. "Not only did the nature of the magic barrier change, but even the method of triggering the alarm has been changed. Grand Sorcerer, no, it should be just a Great Sorcerer …"
"Who is he?" Camelot was wearing a long magic robe. He was a Legendary Warrior and also a Grand Sorcerer.
He was the one who had set up the magic barrier in the treasury.
However, such an elusive and unimaginable method of breaking the seal left him slightly astonished.
He was also the most powerful person in the entire Moonlight Elven Race.
He was a Saint who had survived since the beginning of the second era. He was an old monster who had lived for countless years!
After he came out of the treasury, he ignored everything around him and stepped into the clouds. Like a high and mighty God, he swept his gaze across the entire Moonlight Island.
Countless sceneries, animals, plants, professions, and battles taking place everywhere entered his eyes in an instant.
At this moment …
He was a God.
A God who controlled everything in the world!
Otherwise, how could a Saint kill a God?
Cronus?
He didn't have much ill will toward this grandson that he had only seen a few times. He didn't have a good impression of him either.
But he could feel it.
Cronus's fall into the darkness was not as simple as it seemed.
Even if a Legendary expert was still a chess piece, he would become a chess piece with his own destiny.
Cronus didn't have to fall into the darkness just to become a Saint.
Even.
Even if he fell into the darkness, he didn't have to start a war with the entire Moonlight Elven Race.
"You want to become a chess player?
"You want to destroy and rebuild at the beginning of the fourth era?"
Camelot raised his eyebrows and sighed. "It's too simple, too direct, too violent, and there's no way to turn back.
"Even if you succeed, how will you return to the Moonlight Elves?
"Falling into the darkness and killing countless people? How can you wash away the infamy on your body?
"Oh, I understand. You want to become the shame of the Moonlight Elves and their nightmare …
"Yes, there can be no construction without destruction. You used your fall into the darkness as the reason to stir up the courage of your people. If you don't succeed, you will become a martyr.
"If there really isn't a member of the younger generation to personally kill you, then how can we talk about rising in the Fourth Era?"
Camelot sighed. "No wonder your father wants to pass the throne to you. It seems like he knows you better than I do …"
Just now, the two of them had broken the alternate dimension and had a bloody battle.
At that time, Camelot kept asking why Cronus wanted to do this.
Cronus didn't reply. He just attacked his grandfather with all his might …
It was a pity.
Camelot could really beat Cronus up. He was just rubbing Cronus on the ground.
Then, Cronus suddenly broke the alternate dimension and allowed Camelot to take away the items in the treasury.
Camelot finally figured something out.
That was.
Cronus was indeed killing his people, but he didn't destroy the foundation of the Elves.
Only after all his people had left the Royal City did he attack the old, high-leveled people.
Camelot was also changing one thing.
That was to prevent his people from being persecuted in future wars.
In one sentence.
This wasn't just destroying and rebuilding.
It was also killing to prevent losses.
Camelot couldn't even imagine how high Cronus' vision was …
After all, Cronus was still very young. He was only 500 years old.
He hadn't lived through the second era or the beginning of the third era.
Camelot, who had lived through two eras, didn't have the courage to do this personally.
This was because he treasured his reputation more. In this aspect, he was far inferior to Cronus.
"The golden age has really begun …" Camelot muttered to himself. He thought of the countless years when he was a genius.
But in the fourth era.
It was far more dangerous than the previous three eras.
Because …
Other than the Gods and Demons who would descend in this era.
Countless geniuses, reincarnations of the Gods and Demons, immortal Heaven's Chosen Ones, etc …
As for Cronus falling into darkness, maybe he had his own reasons. Maybe the Gods and Demons had interfered. Maybe it was for the rise of his race.
But no matter what.
This was a chaotic era.
It was so chaotic that even an expert like him couldn't calculate everything.
In any case, everything that you see could be fake!
Unless …
You are that person!
Even …
Even if you are that person, isn't everything you do within the calculations of others?
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