William and Moses dived into the underground tunnel.
Moses created dozens of magical barriers one after the other, masking their aura completely.
It definitely wasn’t so easy for both of them to escape just like that.
However, they were lucky. Cronus was in the midst of a confrontation with his grandfather, which made things awkward.
Cronus was rather interested in the cursed sword, but it could not be confirmed that he had the intention of casting the Wailing Sword now. Besides, it was likely that he had other weapons, which could serve as the precursor of the Wailing Sword.
It was just that cursed swords were more suitable to be the precursor of the Wailing Sword.
Also, Camelot, the Great Elder of the Moonlight Elves, was hot on his tail. This made it difficult for Cronus to rush into the underground tunnel after the thieves without being distracted.
Besides…
He might not be able to catch up with them.
His grandfather’s interference had caused him to pause for a few seconds.
Cronus could sense that he couldn’t catch up with those two bandits now.
He had a feeling that the speed at which those two bandits were digging the underground tunnel was definitely beyond one’s imagination.
How could it be!
Cronus couldn’t believe it. After he became a Sage, or rather, all experts who had reached this level of power had an extremely sensitive sixth sense.
Most of the time, they didn’t need to sense someone’s aura to know that something was fishy. If they sensed something amiss about a person, there was definitely something wrong with that person.
That was also the key reason behind why Moses didn’t dare to show his face in front of many experts, even though he had put on a flawless disguise.
He didn’t grow up in the Dark World or place his faith in the Dark side.
Camelot, the Great Elder of the Moonlight Elves, raised his eyebrows. “Someone is taking advantage of the situation and stealing things. I’ll take charge of the things in the treasure vault since you won’t need it anyway.”
“…” Cronus, who was floating in midair, was deep in thought for a while. He glanced at his grandfather, who he rarely saw. Then, he flew back to the palace, not caring about what happened to the treasure vault.
Camelot leisurely strolled back to the palace that was full of devils.
He didn’t seem to care about the devils at all. He felt comfortable and at ease as if he was returning to his old home.
However, the tens of thousands of devils in the palace acted as if a formidable enemy had come, and they retreated several kilometers away. They feared that this great ancestor of the Moonlight Elves would accidentally kill them!
Even several Legendary Devil Lords who lived inside the palace also flew out as soon as they could, not daring to stay there.
They had no choice in this matter.
This old Elven king that had existed since the second era was way too famous.
In particular, everyone was still taking delight in reciting the tale of him invading the Dark World and killing a King of Darkness.
However, many devils didn’t understand who was more powerful.
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Was it this old Elven king or Cronus?
Was Cronus really so formidable to be able to hold his own against two or three experts despite having just reached the Sage level?
Camelot had never cared about what the devils thought. Without any trouble impeding his path, he walked into the treasure vault and stepped over the hole on the ground. He scanned the vault. He discovered that the gold coins, the magical crystals, and the magical stones were gone. Even after he realized that the dragon egg and cursed sword were gone, no changes appeared in this middle-aged Sage’s expression.
He opened the teleportation portals and affirmed that nothing was wrong with the things in the alternate dimension.
It was only then that he smiled.
And with a wave of his hand, all of the treasure had been transferred to his space ring.
Other than the teleportation portals, he didn’t even cast a single glance at the remaining assets.
However, the moment he curiously stuck out his hand to touch the removed magical barrier.
Buzz!
A sound wave could be heard throughout the entire palace.
The security alarm was triggered just now.
His expression kept changing, and in the end, he frowned. “Not only was the essence of the magical barrier changed, but the trigger of the alarm has also been changed. This could only have been done by a great enchanter. Wait. No, it’s probably just an enchanter…”
“Who is this person?” Camelot was dressed in robes that were typically worn by enchanters. He was a Legendary warrior, but at the same time, a great enchanter too.
He was the one who set up the magical barriers in the treasure vault.
However, even he was surprised at how the bandits mysteriously appeared and disappeared, as well as their mind-blowing method of bypassing the magical barrier.
He was the strongest expert among all of the Moonlight Elves.
He was a Sage that had existed since the start of the second era, an ancient freak that had lived for countless years!
After he came out of the treasure vault, he ignored everything around him and flew upwards into the sky like a supreme being. He scanned the entire Moonlight Island.
His eyes took in numerous animals, plants, professionals, and battles happening everywhere.
At this moment, he was God.
A God that controlled everything in the world!
Otherwise, how could a Sage kill gods?
Cronus?
Camelot didn’t have either strong malicious intent or strong affection towards this grandson, whom he had only seen a few times.
But he could sense that Cronus’s descent into darkness wasn’t as simple as it seemed.
Even if he was a pawn, any expert that managed to reach the Legendary level was a pawn that had control over his fate.
Even if he had wanted to be a Sage, it wasn’t necessary for Cronus to descend into the darkness.
But even if he did descend into the darkness, he didn’t have to start an entire war among the Moonlight Elves.
“He wants to become the one in control of the chessboard?”
“He wants to establish a new set of rules at the beginning of the fourth era?”
Camelot raised his eyebrows and sighed. “Too simple, direct, and violent. There isn’t any possibility of turning back.
“Even if you really succeed, will you be able to return to the Moonlight Elves?
“You have descended into darkness and killed countless creatures. How will you clear your name?
“Oh, I understand. You want to become the humiliation of the Moonlight Elves and haunt them like a nightmare…
“Oh, right. To establish a new set of rules, you need to overthrow the existing set. That’s why you’re trying to use your descent into darkness as a reason to awaken the thirst for blood in our people. It’s a make-it-or-break-it move.
“If there were really no Moonlight Elves from the younger generations who could kill you with their own hands, how could our kind rise up the ranks in the fourth era?”
Camelot sighed. “No wonder your father insisted on having you succeed the throne. It seems like he knows you better than I do…”
Just now, both of them had been in the midst of a bloody battle in an alternate dimension.
In that period, Camelot kept asking him why he was doing this.
Cronus never replied to him. He just continued furiously attacking his grandfather.
It was a pity.
Camelot could totally dominate over Cronus.
It was only until the latter suddenly opened up a spatial rift and allowed Camelot to take anything in the treasure vault, that Camelot finally realized something.
That was, Cronus was indeed killing his own people, but he had never tried to destroy the foundation of the elves.
He only started to deal with the Advanced elves when all of his people had evacuated the palace.
At the same time, he also wanted to change something
He was preventing his people from suffering more in the future wars to come.
His intention was not to just establish a new set of rules by overthrowing the existing set.
He was sacrificing certain things to prevent further harm from being done.
Camelot couldn’t even imagine how far ahead Cronus had planned…
After all, Cronus was still young. He was only 500 years old.
He hadn’t experienced the second era, nor the beginning of the third era.
However, even Camelot, who had lived through two eras, did not have the courage to do this by himself.
Camelot cherished his reputation more. It could be said that he was far inferior to Cronus in this aspect.
“The golden era is really starting…” Camelot mumbled to himself. He recalled the times when there were abundant geniuses all around.
However, the fourth era was far more dangerous than the previous three eras.
Because, not only would Gods and Devils appear in this era, but countless geniuses, reincarnations of Gods and Devils, as well as immortal chosen ones, were also going to appear now…
As for the fact that Cronus descended into darkness, perhaps he had his own way of doing things, or it might be due to the intervention of Gods and Devils, or he was doing this for his people to rise up the ranks.
But no matter what, this was an era of complete anarchy.
It was so chaotic that even he, one of the strongest experts, couldn’t keep track of everything.
In short, what was seemingly the truth might end up to be false!
Unless you were that person!
However, even if you were that person, could you be sure that everything would go along to your plan, and that others couldn’t predict your actions?
