Many people died, the ground was covered with bodies, like a blanket, broken streets, destroyed houses, stationary carriages, and the horses were nowhere to be seen.

A slender figure floated above the street, with four white feathers behind them.

A clear and deep chanting echoed in the ears, Holy God, solemn.

"Klein! You will get everyone killed."

"What does it matter, there will always be sacrifices, there will always be death, why can’t it be you?"

"You’ve changed, become numb, unfamiliar, you’re not who you used to be."

"People change, besides, I’ve always been like this, never changed, it’s just the goal that changed, you should understand."

"I don’t understand!"

Lina’s roar echoed in the ears.

It was so real, as if going through such scenes.

Only, those pretty, agile eyes had changed, more solemn, with something called "mercy," yet looking indifferently at everything.

But wasn’t Lina already dead in the manor?

As one of Henry’s sacrifices.

What is going on?

Su Changxing fell into a brief confusion but knew this was not an illusion, rather what he saw through the "Butcher’s Eye," or perhaps this memory was originally recorded in the Butcher’s Eye.

It seemed just like him, not Klein, but why did this eyeball appear among the Doomsday Game’s rewards?

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Everything fell silent, Su Changxing immediately tossed the eyeball into the Pocket Galaxy, severing the connection, half-squatting on the ground, gasping heavily.

His Spiritual Power was almost drained, even after using the "Butcher’s Eye" for just a few seconds, but all this should be worthwhile.

He curved his lips into a faint smile, looking at the dazed "Elba" lying on the ground.

This wasn’t the real Elba, but the Spirit she possessed was independent, a part separated from Elba, not particularly strong.

This gave Su Changxing an opportunity.

"Are you okay?" Su Changxing looked down at the "Elba" lying on the ground, her body incomplete.

"No major problems, just need some rest." "Elba" appeared listless, seemingly contemplating something else.

Su Changxing stood up from the ground, covering his eyes, and said, "Take me to find Elba, where is she? Let’s go kill her, I think you’d be very willing."

"She... I probably shouldn’t tell you, she is the main body, and I am the clone." "Elba" said uncertainly.

Su Changxing curved his lips into a faint smile, saying, "Kill her, and you’ll be the real Elba, and the only one."

He suddenly remembered the joke that the Hound told, which seemed exceedingly apt in the current scenario, though Elba’s Power wasn’t weak.

"Hehe, makes sense." Elba showed a bewitching smile, her pupils empty and dull.

At this moment, she didn’t seem like a clone, but an independent person, an independent life.

Her incomplete body floated in the air, skimming over the pool, encasing the Black Crow as she flew towards a nearby mountain, her form gradually becoming complete.

This was a process of unleashing nature, the so-called "corruption" was merely the complete Magnification of desire, magnified to its maximum extent.

When Su Changxing used the Butcher’s Eye, he understood this process, by dragging the opponent into a state of insanity and chaos, thus controlling their actions.

This allowed a soul to deteriorate from within, becoming completely different from before.

This was toying with the soul, a terrifying Power.

Su Changxing followed behind Elba, gazing at her back; for now, everything remained under his control.

And once it lost control, he was prepared to immediately kill "Elba."

In the midst of madness, he left a backdoor in "Elba’s" Spirit, through which he could trigger her complete descent into the abyss of madness, leading to destruction.

Su Changxing acted on instinct with these methods, still uncertain of the eventual consequences.

He didn’t have much understanding of the Butcher’s Eye, most of his actions being guided by the eyeball itself.

This eyeball resonated with him so closely, being a part of his flesh and blood, such guidance felt like muscle memory, akin to an instinctive reaction.

The distance was not short.

Elba remained very cautious, but even so, couldn’t prevent Su Changxing from finding her.

Or rather, she found herself.

How to avoid the question: Am I myself?

This was a question.

"After killing her, will you kill me?" "Elba" suddenly turned to look, a smile of anticipation at her lips, her pale cheeks tinged with a flush.

"Perhaps." Su Changxing said without any disguise.

"Elba," on the contrary, smiled, saying, "I have no other requests, as long as she dies before me, I’ll be satisfied!"

It seemed she was truly happy, hard to imagine why a clone who devours its master would be so pleased.

Su Changxing seemed influenced by this emotion, nodding, "Yes, after killing her, you will be the real, the only Elba."

"Actually, I don’t care about that, I just want her dead, which should be very interesting... I don’t even want to become Elba." "Elba’s" voice came from a Black Crow beside Su Changxing’s ear.

"Why?"

"Can I choose not to say?"

"Of course, you can."

"You’re quite considerate."

"I’ve always been like this."

······

At this moment.

Elba stood atop the factory building, staring dazedly at the sky filled with rolling clouds of black mist.

"Dead? Not quite, just disconnected and rapidly approaching me."

She sensed something unusual happening with the Clone, a situation beyond her expectations. In her scenario, only three outcomes were possible.

Either Su Changxing wasn’t that powerful and was killed by her Clone, a very slim possibility, conceivable but unlikely.

Or her Clone was killed by Su Changxing, which was possible, but she felt it was unlikely. Even if defeated, her Clone should be able to escape.

The last possibility is that her Clone convinced Su Changxing and they cooperated, which would be the best outcome.

Either way, her objective could be achieved. Upon receiving her message, the opponent would act according to her expectations, reigniting the war with the Wizards of Donglin City.

But the current situation felt strange, as if some Power obstructed the connection between her and the Clone.

This unexpected occurrence made her uneasy.

However, even though she sensed the Clone approaching quickly, she couldn’t avoid it.

They could feel each other’s existence, as they were fundamentally one.

Soon, as numerous Red-eyed Black Crows emerged in the distant sky, the figure of "Elba" appeared before her.

The number of Black Crows had significantly reduced, indicating a fierce battle had taken place.

Seeing this scene, Elba felt somewhat relieved, no matter what had happened, she could learn about it from the Clone.

At least the Clone had successfully returned, not the worst-case scenario.

"What happened? You were disconnected." Elba asked, looking at the Clone with an expressionless face.

"Elba" displayed a charming smile, her skin radiant and reflecting a faint glow, gesturing with her left hand: "A little unexpected, but no big issues, my true self."

Elba found this behavior odd, but thought nothing of it. The Clone’s personality had notable differences from hers, an unavoidable fact.

She reached out to the Clone and casually said: "Come, let me see what happened. What was Leader Su’s attitude?"

"Elba" slowly walked towards her from the air, enthusiastically saying: "He is very cooperative, captivated by our charm. It would be ideal if we could kill that Karen together."

Slut?

How could she use such vulgar language?

Elba felt unfamiliar with this Clone, who inherited most of her memories and part of her Spirit. A White Wizard could never be this vulgar; elegance was its nature.

"What happened to you? What transpired?"

Elba abruptly withdrew her hand, furrowing her brows and questioning the Clone.

"What do you mean? Am I not fine? I did well in completing your task. What’s so strange about that?" "Elba" innocently retorted, a hint of confusion on her face, followed by a slight flush.

Within half a meter’s distance, she suddenly lunged at the other, transforming into countless Black Crows, enveloping them in a suffocating blackness.

Su Changxing stood amidst the black mist nearby, witnessing the scene, confusion surfacing in his mind once again.

Elba, as a mere facade, yet simultaneously an independent life, seemed irrational, like a Wizard using Witchcraft to create a life.

Clearly, a Wizard like Elba couldn’t achieve such a feat, not even a Great Wizard. Creating life required a higher tier of Power, at most only transforming it.

So how did this entity, both a life and a Clone, come to be?

Soon, he found his answer.

"What do you intend to do? We are one, and you’re merely a Clone!"

Elba’s eyes blazed with pure white radiance, white eyes appearing before her, attempting to block the Black Crows.

Amidst the swarm of Black Crows, a delicate and beautiful face emerged, its expression shifting from gentle to ferocious, laughing maniacally:

"United, indeed we are one. How do you feel now?"

Elba’s eye twitched slightly, her face turning cold, filled with confusion: "Impossible, how did you break free? But it’s meaningless; you’re already dead, we are now one."

"Elba" relentlessly pierced her with dagger-like Spirit, intent on mutual destruction. Since they were one, such spiritual defenses held no effect.

"One? You can say that, my sister!"

"Elba’s" voice carried through the wind, somewhat grating, and felt oppressive.

Red-eyed Black Crows transformed into chains, binding Elba layer upon layer.

The white eyes attempted to attack the Red-eyed Black Crows, but it felt ineffectual, like a battle between two sides of herself.

Upon hearing this, Elba’s expression changed slightly, but she just calmly responded: "It’s no one’s fault, just fate, this is the way of the Wizard!"

"You took everything from me!" "Elba" screamed.

"No, it’s something beyond anyone’s control, all Wizards are like this. You’re not my equal; ultimately, you’re just a Clone."