"Based on the current means, chaos is absolutely impossible to be exploited by humans."

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom the sound of the earth's crust being torn to pieces by brute force sounded in the almost liquid air, and within a few minutes, it spread throughout most of the world.

This is a completely dark world.

There are no stars and no sun, the frozen surface is harder than diamonds at the absolute low temperature below zero Baidu. The violent cold wind formed by the shattering of the continent stirs the waves in the atmosphere that is about to condense into blocks.

Above the glacier, Prest endured an extreme sense of fear and tremor, stood on the only intact ground, the warrior who had reached the golden realm could survive in this extreme cold and could also see things in absolute darkness, so he stared at the glacier in front of him.

The vast glacier covering the entire world, hundreds of thousands of miles, has now been broken under someone's brute force. Prest watched the glacier and the earth's crust be torn apart by a huge steel figure, forming an extremely wide valley. The valley cannot see its end or know how deep it is. Its edge disappears outside the sight, as if torn apart the entire world.

Perhaps, the world has really been torn apart.

"Prist, don't be lucky, you must remember every word I say seriously."

A grand, low, god-like voice came, and Prest quickly lowered his head to show that he was listening. At the same time, he saw from the corner of his eyes that the crust, which was stronger than steel, was torn into rock crusts like paper in front of the giant god, and then shattered into countless dense dust, blending into the majestic and huge body.

“Based on all the means and technologies we have at present, chaos is never possible for us to exploit.”

The giant god was eating and devouring the world, smashing and blending into itself a huge rock layer as huge as a mountain range. As he spoke, the giant god teared off a large piece of rock shell tens of thousands of meters long.

Prest sensed the unparalleled gravitational disturbance, and his throat squirted, as he saw that the giant rock shell, which surpassed the highest mountain in the world of Mycrov, instantly turned into a ball of silver smoke and dust, and then disappeared into the deep and dark mouth of the giant god.

Soon, the rift turned into a deep valley, and the deep valley turned into an abyss, enough to make the vast land inhabited by tens of millions of people swallowed up like cakes by the giant god, and in the process, his calm voice echoed in the atmosphere.

"I only say that to you, Priest, you are different from others, you are different from other students, so I must remind you to be wary of everything related to chaos."

"After...what is it different, teacher?"

Even though he was shocked by fear, an irrepressible tremor came from his whole body, Prest was able to calm down and take a deep breath, pressing the air below zero Baidu into his lung cavity. The extreme cold calmed the young soldier down, and then asked loudly: "Why tell me these?"

Always be able to stay calm and muster up courage. This is the strength of Prest and the reason why he can become a student of the Giant God.

"Because of choice. Prest, you are different from your seniors. Because they choose to stay in the world of Mycrov, they will stay within the empire and become powerful people who are stationed in the side and maintain order and peace."

The giant god did not stop eating. He came to this extremely cold frozen planet just to 'eat' most rock crusts on the surface and took out the metal core of the planet as a pastry to supplement the nutrients of the world in the body. The giant god slowly said calmly: "And you are different."

"You choose to be an adventurer exploring the distance, and choose this path, so you are more likely to encounter chaos hidden in the multiverse than they are, and more likely to touch the other side of the world."

It's also more likely to keep up with me.

Prest saw an extremely surging storm suddenly blew up in the dark world, as if there was a huge existence that was stirring the atmosphere rapidly. He used his legs to crush the ice layer and firmly fixed himself in his original place like a wedge.

The next moment, Prest saw the giant god turn around and look at him.

What kind of eyes are that?

Prest is hard to describe, it is like two tiny suns, releasing endless light and heat... But the brilliance of the sun was distorted by invisible gravity, forming a hazy and hot stream of light, which flowed gently along the corners of the giant god's eyes, forming regular and mysterious lines on his cheeks.

"Don't use chaos, don't get close to chaos, don't try to control it, and don't try to convert it. If you can't destroy it, then seal it as soon as possible, or leave. Chaos and us are in such a relationship, a mortal enemy between us."

Looking at the giant god, Priest was speechless for a long time, as if immersed in the shock of the other party's infinite power, but just as the giant god turned around and planned to end the tips to his students and continue his lunch, Priest spoke in a terrible way.

"Even if... teacher, you are not as powerful as you?"

Long-term silence appears in the frozen world.

Although there was a faint sound, with a little admiring laugh.

"Even if I emphasize this, you still have hope. I like you...as for me."

The giant god whispered intriguingly: "At least I can say, I am still working hard now, not giving up."

...

Prest suddenly woke up from his dream.

"Damn it...hat a nightmare..."

He moaned in a low voice, then turned over from the original vine hammock and stood up with a painful and difficult to think smoothly. Preest murmured: "No, it's not a nightmare... it's the teacher's teaching."

But he couldn't remember what specific teaching was.

"Forget it, just a dream."

After a while, Prest, who had sorted out his thoughts, raised his head and looked at the caster who was vigil through the bonfire. Both sides nodded tacitly to each other, without saying anything extra.

This is the third day when the Elite Exploration Team arrives in an unknown alien world, and it is also the second day when the Elite Exploration Team temporarily reconciles with the elves who call themselves the "Viewer Tribe".

The hills and hills in the eastern mountains are undulating, and there are numerous underground caves between the endless fallen leaves and dead branches. Except for a few high-rises, most of the elves live in the cave closest to the mother tree of life. Prest and others now live in a clean, ventilated cave.

"I don't know when the group of elves will be able to discuss and decide whether to cooperate with us."

On the other side of the bonfire, the mage on the night shift in the early morning closed the magic book in his hand. He sighed and said helplessly: "These immortal species are indeed close relatives to the turtle, with a slow pace."

"They will agree."

In response, Prest shook his head and said softly: "If they had hesitated from the beginning, why did they put our five golden levels next to their tribes? In this case, even if they strangled us with all their strength, they would inevitably suffer the loss of elves' reproduction that they could not bear."

“That’s right.”

The mage did not refute or agree seriously. He just responded casually, then turned his head and looked outside the sunshine cave that appeared slightly at the entrance of the cave. Dawn had arrived, and this was the third day they came to this other world.

At the same time, Prest sighed and recalled the scene two days ago late at night.

In the dense forest, nearly a thousand elite elves hunters and sharpshooters surrounded the elite team of five. Under such a battle, even a group of gold-level monsters would probably have to regret it on the spot. However, Prest and others were five gold-level human professions who had various combat skills and magic. Even if they had not fully mastered their own power of glory, they were not able to win them without injury.

Just as everyone confronted nearly a thousand elves hunters, the leader of the group of elves, an elf druid wearing a large crown on his head, appeared in the middle of the crowd, and his appearance broke the silent silence between the two sides.

"You... are humans?"

He asked in surprise: "Isn't it a Chaos Monster?"

With such an opening remark as the beginning of the exchange, the subsequent conversation will naturally not start a fight directly if there is a disagreement.

After a tedious and repeated inquiries and being questioned, the tense sides barely ended the confrontation and were generally aware of the situation between the two sides.

For Prest and his group, they knew that the elves in front of them came from an elves tribe called "The Viewer". This is an extremely young elves tribe, including the leader, who is not over 300 years old. They live around a huge tree of life, and use caves made from the rhizomes of giant trees as houses. They usually make a living by picking fruits, hunting wild animals, and fishing in the sea.

Overall, it is a very primitive, but very united elves tribe.

The reason why they initially ambushed Prest and others was because they regarded the team wearing magic armor as monsters lurking around their territory.

Just like the eight-legged fungi clan, who did not see that Priest and his group were wearing armor instead of a layer of exoskeleton, had never seen armor and even so many metal creatures, naturally could not understand what the "full-coverage closed magic armor" was. In addition, in order to make the way in the forest, Priest and his group did not care about destroying trees, so they even made the elves believe that this was a group of terrifying monsters in another world.

The differences between civilization, race and technology are so great that such near-impossible misunderstandings arise.

In contrast, the elves also knew that the five people in the exploration team were trapped in the forest due to accidents, and the changes in the mountains had nothing to do with them. At least after everyone swore, the elves expressed their indecision, and they didn't seem to know whether they believed this nonsense or it didn't matter.

"The sacrifice of the holy mountain was originally cast by silver iron. The teachings left by our ancestors did say so. It was just that time passed, silver iron rusted, wind and sand blew, buried it, and finally turned into solid rocks."

This is the original words that Priest and others heard. That's what the antler elf said to them, and it didn't seem to be surprised by the restart of the time and space hub.

To be honest, this made the elite team who were facing a great enemy very puzzled. They also understood that the mountain range where they were just now, which was the location of Accrafa Hub, was the sacrificial mountain in the mouth of the group of elves in front of them. However, now that the sacrificial mountain collapsed, they were not surprised at all, and they were not even surprised or panicked.

Do they regard that mountain as a holy mountain?!

What is even more strange is the contradictions expressed by these elves to the level of civilization.

According to Prest's speculation, the elves located in this strange world should be like them. More than 1,300 years ago, when the final battle of the Guangyao Era was in the Shining Era, they accidentally fell here due to a time-space teleportation error. In other words, they should be descendants of the elves colonists at that time. If they were really elves colonists, they would never have become what they are now and live in the crypt!

Elfs are immortal species. The life span of a generation may be longer than that of most human countries. Their knowledge inheritance is much more stable than that of short-lived humans. How can a group of elves become the primitive people today in just one thousand three hundred years?

Priest even saw the elves here still using bone arrows, and they were even lost in iron technology!

However, these elves answered some of the doubts for everyone due to this strange contradiction.

"Are you curious about the scars on my hands?"

The leader of the Deer Crown Elf stretched out his arm when the exchange ended and both sides were not confronted for the time being. He had long noticed that Prest and others often looked straight at the scars on his right hand, and smiled openly: "This is a disease in another world, the dead gods in the sky often fall down part of their flesh and blood, eroding the beasts or elves in the forest. As long as they have been scratched by flesh and blood or infected monsters, no one can escape... I am still light, and it will take about a few decades to kill my life."

"It's useless to cut it off. This thing will be transferred to other parts of the body. Countless ancestors have confirmed this with their lives."

The deer crown elf called the nine-headed giant beast in the sky a "dead god". When he said this, he was very open-minded and didn't seem to care about his lifespan at all. He even joked with his companions beside him: "I'm almost breaking the record of the longest-lived leader, right? No."

Based on this information, the exploration team could barely understand why these elves lost their inheritance so quickly that they fell to such a primitive point. If most of the first generation of elves colonists died under the erosion of chaos, and the remaining elves often died due to erosion of chaos, then even the immortal species could not maintain the survival of civilization.

It is precisely because of this reason that these elves identified them as infected monsters in another world after they noticed the elite team falling from the sky. The black magic armor does not look like a decent equipment. At first glance, it has a gloomy and depressing temperament.

As for why elves can recognize humans, the reason is very simple, because according to their statement, hundreds of years ago, humans survived around the mountains of this world, but they were completely invisible in recent times and should have gradually become extinct.

"To be honest, the situation here is beyond our imagination."

Priest temporarily stopped recalling. He shook his head, not knowing whether he was talking to the mage opposite the bonfire or talking to himself: "The history of the Star Falling Age is 839 years in total. Including how long it takes, it is about 80 to 130 years. After the shelter was opened, it was primitive and chaotic period of fighting against the Black Forest beast tide, and the loss of the three hundred years before the shelter was opened, which totaled only 1,200 years. Even if other possible spare time is included, it will be at most 1,300 years."

"Even if these elves are not alive for a long time due to 'anomal diseases', that is, mild chaotic infection, they will have a lifespan of about two hundred years. One thousand three hundred years is only six or seven generations for them, and they will never forget it so thoroughly!"

With Prest's voice, the others woke up one after another, and kept staring at the entrance of the cave, the mage who didn't know what to think lowered his voice and whispered to himself: "Maybe, it's more than a thousand three hundred years?"

"What's the meaning?"
Chapter completed!