Chapter 103: The Conspiracy from Chaos Will Devour Everyone

Deep in the Mist Forest, in the dark elf's nest, in a low animal-skin tent.

I saw an elderly priest with his eyes wrapped in black cloth sitting cross-legged in the center of a group of dark elves, chanting obscure spells in his mouth.

The ornaments hanging on his robe were like wind chimes, making a clinking sound with his slight limb movements, and that eerie melody seemed to be accompanying his spell.

And just at this moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked toward the direction of the human stronghold with his covered gaze. Then his nose moved slightly, as if he had smelled an unpleasant smell, and his sparse eyebrows gradually twisted into a hemp rope.

After a long time.

That priest said in a hoarse voice.

"It's chaos..."

Chaos!

Hearing this word, all the dark elves in the tent were in a commotion, expressions of different colors appeared on their faces, either panicked or fearful or expressionless.

Humans who live in the morning and die in the evening might have forgotten its horror, but they would never forget that power that devours everything.

After being silent for a long time, the priest sitting in the center of the tent continued to say in a bitter voice.

"The order of the labyrinth has been vacant for too long... the Outer Gods in the void have finally set their sights on us."

"This time, the one descending is Novier, the Eerie Mist... that is a smoke body composed of thousands of twisted faces and endless nightmares, and every face floating in that smoke body is whispering the nightmare itself. Its shape cannot be described in words, anyone who sees it will involuntarily fall into it... including me."

Speaking of this, a trace of paleness appeared on the priest's face, and even the remaining blood color showed a deep panic.

"I cannot spy on it for too long, the ritual has already begun... I can only see this much."

After saying the last sentence, the priest no longer opened his mouth.

The dark elves sitting around the tent exchanged suspicious gazes, whispering in low voices.

"Why is it here?!"

"Aren't the first, second, and third floors of the labyrinth more chaotic than us?"

"I said long ago... shouldn't have kept that group of humans."

"Then what can we do? Kill them, and then attract more people to come and kill us?"

"This is our last home... we cannot lose even this last forest!"

Listening to the conversation of the clansmen, the young chief remained silent, just casting his gaze toward the withered wooden staff resting on his knees.

That withered appearance was like a dead snake, but surprisingly, it slowly opened its mouth.

"Emond... tell me, who is his apostle, who is the mad speaker."

Emond was the name of that priest.

Hearing the voice emitted by that withered wooden staff, the priest with his eyes covered showed a bitter and even desperate expression.

"Everyone..."

"Everyone in that small town is."

The tent quieted down.

There was no sound for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, the withered wooden staff let out a decaying sigh.

"... Can only kill them all."

The fastest way to eliminate a conspiracy is to eliminate the soil on which the conspiracy itself exists.

It knew doing so was very extreme.

But this was almost the only way to solve the problem quickly without setting fire to itself.

The only trouble was, doing so might bring new trouble.

Humans might have forgotten the old hatred with chaos, but they would definitely remember the new hatred that had just happened.

What is pathetic is that it couldn't even determine whether this was also a part of the Eerie Mist's plan.

Perhaps even its current decision was also in that so-called plan...

Just then, the tent curtain was pulled open a crack, and a dark elf wearing a cloak knelt on one knee beside the chief.

"... The Demon King didn't come toward us, but is heading toward the human stronghold."

Hearing this, all the dark elves in the tent showed surprised expressions.

Including the expressionless chief.

Including the priest with his eyes covered.

Obviously, the actions of that lord were beyond all their expectations.

"Demon King?"

"Going to the human stronghold?!"

"Is he crazy?"

A whisper of discussion in the tent.

Listening to the discussion of the clansmen, the scout was silent for a moment, lowered his voice and continued.

"He adjusted his appearance, and perhaps humans don't know what he looks like..."

Unlike dark elves, humans don't confirm each other's identity by the smell on their bodies, mainly relying on appearance.

At least from the reaction of that adventurer, those humans didn't know he was the Demon King.

Pausing, she continued.

"And I think, he might have his reasons for doing so."

The young chief, who had been silent, nodded, and after thinking for a long time, ordered softly.

"Helen, you and Shirley continue to observe, and report any new news to me immediately."

"Yes."

The scout wearing the cloak nodded slightly and turned to disappear into the entrance of the tent.

After giving the order, the young chief grasped the withered wooden staff and slowly stood up from the ground.

Seeing the chief stand up, the surrounding dark elves also stood up one after another.

"Everyone, you have all heard, chaos is infiltrating our home."

"If we do nothing, this place will become the second Dimensional Desert, becoming a new storm eye."

"Our hatred with the surface world has not been settled, but no matter what, we cannot lose this forest."

"If the time comes when we must act, we must make a decision."

"Even if it is painful."

The small town in the mist is like an isolated island far from the hustle and bustle of the world, and like a reef in the storm.

At this moment, the adventurers in the small town do not know that what is shrouding them is not just the white mist in the labyrinth, but also the haze from the void.

The permanent population of Mist Town is not large, besides those who do business and those who work, it is almost all adventurers and people related to adventurers.

On the two-person-high wooden fence wall, the mercenary guards carrying firearms are patrolling while yawning, and the guards at the entrance of the tower are checking the adventurers entering the town one by one.

Due to the barrier, ordinary monsters will not approach here.

Usually, they only need to guard against those things that look like people but are not people.

A wanted poster is posted at the entrance of the checkpoint.

What surprised and didn't surprise Luo Yan was that the person drawn on that paper was his own face—

【Lei Ming City Wanted Poster, No. 1 Wanted Criminal Miranda.

Crime: Murder, Desecration of Corpse. Note: This person carries 27 lives, the modus operandi is extremely cruel, and has several accomplices, and is suspected of killing the novice priest Bond and using his identity to operate. If there is any clue, please report to the local security office or the Knights immediately!】

Like the newspapers in the Demon Capital, the portrait on that wanted poster is dynamic, and even that polite smile is exactly the same as his own.

But why? Looking at his own wanted poster, a trace of doubt appeared on Luo Yan's face involuntarily.

Reasonably speaking, people who remember his appearance are either locked in the small black room or are his servants.

Unless—

A familiar yet strange face appeared in his mind, and a look of realization gradually appeared on Luo Yan's face.

So that was it.

It was that guy—the Knight Commander of the Trident Knights, Meier White, who had met him and Sarah once in the labyrinth! "This guy is catching people indiscriminately."

Luo Yan looked at the wanted poster beside him in surprise.

Sure enough!

Beside that handsome wanted poster, another portrait was posted.

The person in the portrait was none other than Sarah, who appeared with him at the time!

It's just that the name written was Chris, which had nothing to do with it... I don't know how that unlucky guy got shot, but it's hard to say she actually picked up her life by accident because she was locked in the Necropolis's small black room.

After all, that Knight Commander had already gone crazy.

Maybe he himself was the so-called mad speaker! Or, the so-called mad speaker actually referred to those guys who were driven crazy by his torture and interrogation...

The inspection queue finally reached himself.

The guard on duty stared at his face for a while, then looked at the wanted poster, and finally shook his chin to let him pass.

"Pass."

Due to the transformation potion, he and Sarah had slightly adjusted the appearance on their faces.

As for why he looked at him twice more, it was probably just because the temperament was similar.

On the other side, Alex and others also accepted the inspection one after another, and finally it was Sarah's turn.

Because of those ears, the soldier stared at her adventurer card twice more, and after finding out it was an orc, he didn't ask any more questions.

Not many people could figure out the difference between orcs and demons academically, and a guard obviously couldn't have that ability.

Finally passing through the checkpoint and entering the small town, looking at the crooked streets and the bustling market, Sarah showed an excited and uneasy expression, stretching her neck and looking around.

And just at this moment, the Demon King, who was walking beside her, suddenly held her hand gently.

"!"

Those slender shoulders covered by the cloak stiffened slightly, and the eyes covered by the shadow of the hood brim looked to the side quietly.

Looking at the eyes that were looking over quietly, Luo Yan smiled, and then whispered in a voice that only Sarah could hear.

"Our enemy has set their sights on us, but they are not smart, and coincidentally chose us."

Sarah's eyes became sharp in an instant, and the temperament of the whole person changed.

"Enemy, who?"

"Currently, I can only determine one, and that is the leader of the group we met in the labyrinth before. But I don't think it will be such a coincidence that that guy happens to be here too, so I speculate that the person holding the ritual is actually someone else... and this person hasn't shown his feet yet."

Regarding the so-called ritual, he actually already had a vague guess in his heart—

That is, using the wrong name and crime to kill a person who has suffered injustice, while the real murderer perfectly escapes trial.

This distorted ritual obviously deviated from the values of normal people, and obviously didn't please any normal god.

After all, even the demons of hell wouldn't advocate the distorted justice of "wrong is right"—demons only worship "victory is justice, power is truth."

"The person holding the ritual should be a believer of chaos, what were the four gods of chaos called..."

Luo Yan actually didn't know very well either.

Although he was a top student with full marks in theory class, the knowledge about chaos was too special, so that even just understanding or teaching it in class could cause pollution.

Like Headmaster Aiwen, Professor Lilith, those knowledgeable liches and demons would definitely have heard of it, but even if they were clear themselves, they would never teach this part of knowledge to students.

After all, with the demons' worship of power, if they really talked about the belief in chaos publicly, I'm afraid the whole place would be polluted by chaos.

What can be determined now is that the "dirty thing" Hearing You You saw is in this small town.

Luo Yan has more than 60% reason to believe that that person is the real Miranda.

And the content of the ritual is likely not just needing the wrong murderer to be justly executed by a confused judge, but also needing the real murderer to take something away from him.

Maybe it's blood.

Maybe it's skin tissue.

Or maybe it's something non-physical like a name.

Luo Yan observed around, and his gaze finally locked on the highest point of the small town—that clock tower standing in the mist.

That place should be able to overlook the whole small town, taking all the alleys into view.

Seeing the Demon King not saying anything for a long time, Sarah, who had just become sharp, gradually had a shy blush on her face.

Feeling the warmth wrapping her right hand getting tighter and tighter, she moved the small hand being held uneasily.

Just then, the Demon King, who had been silent, finally spoke again.

"There might be a good show in a while, the rats hiding in the shadows are secretly watching us, we have to find it, and prevent it from slipping away... can you see that clock tower?"

"Hmm!" Following Luo Yan's gaze, Sarah nodded vigorously, the force of which seemed to be to drive away strange thoughts.

"Very good," Luo Yan looked at her approvingly, and while stuffing a crystal into her palm, let go of the hand holding her. "You go there and wait, keep an eye on my movements, and wait for my order... remember not to let anyone see you."

Beyond Luo Yan's expectation, Sarah didn't leave, but looked at him seriously.

"You alone, is it okay?"

"You're worried about me," Luo Yan smiled and touched her head, then whispered in her ear. "I am the Demon King, it's not the turn of my minions to worry about my safety... go."

It's not that he is arrogant.

With "True Eye" Hearing You You staring from the side, it's almost impossible for anyone to hide their strength.

He has confidence in dealing with opponents below Gold, and if the soul level is greater than Gold...

A necromancer, can't beat him, can't run away?

Seeing Luo Yan say so, Sarah, although reluctant, disappeared into the crowd and went toward the clock tower.

Just then, Alex and his squad, who had been attracted by the market, happened to return.

"We bought some supplies... eh? Where is your companion?" Alex noticed that only Luoluo was left on the street, and the orc girl wearing a cloak had disappeared.

Luo Yan smiled faintly and said.

"She has something to do, so I let her go to handle her private affairs first... don't talk about this, it's getting late, let's find a place to stay first."

"Okay, then—" Alex nodded, just wanting to say he knew a good hotel, but was interrupted by Luo Yan who continued to speak.

"I happen to know a good hotel, follow me. It just so happens you guys are tired too, my treat, let's have a few drinks together to relax."

While throwing this sentence, Luo Yan took the initiative to walk in front, and according to Hearing You You's guidance, walked toward the source of the "pollution."

Alex and his two companions looked at each other, and expressions of surprise appeared on their faces.

The introverted "Fire Igniter" Finis whispered.

"I thought he was here for the first time..."

Alex scratched his head, shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Forget it, follow him and take a look."

Although it was a person he just met, he felt that this adventurer named Luoluo didn't look like a bad person.

And this is a safe zone.

Even if that guy had a plot, he wouldn't have waited until here to act without doing anything on the road...

Just when Luo Yan and Alex and his squad were walking toward the hotel in the depths of the alley, a group of regular troops wearing heavy armor also slowly passed through the dense forest and arrived at the south gate of the small town.

This team was composed of a hundred people, all wearing armor blessed with holy light.

Because there was definite information, Knight Commander Meier brought almost all the helpers he could bring.

Looking at the fence wall made of wooden stakes, that fanatical face was written with hard-to-hide excitement.

That voice from the dark was telling him that Miranda was here! What guided him here was not just the clues connected together, but the great will of Saint Xisi! The heinous criminal would achieve a new legend—

With the conclusion of this big case, the residents of Lei Ming City would cheer for the Knight Commander's wisdom! As a knight under Grand Duke Campbell, he finally didn't live up to the Grand Duke's expectations of him and the mission carried on his shoulders.

"Enter the city!"

"Yes!"

The adjutant on the side took the order, and then led the well-equipped hundred-person team, walking with heads held high under the astonished gazes of the guards and adventurers, and headed toward the center of the small town.

Mist Town on the fourth floor of the labyrinth never rains.

However, at this moment, anyone could feel that a long-brewing storm was about to arrive...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 104 =====