I have a city in another world

Chapter 6868 Chopper's Uncontrolled Madness

The atmosphere inside the car suddenly became unusually heavy, making people feel very depressed.

Suddenly, everyone smelled a faint scent of blood gradually spreading inside the carriage.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that blood was dripping from the corners of Chopper's bloodshot eyes.

Blood, like tears, flowed down his cheeks, emitting a strong, foul odor.

The blood didn't seem to come from a living person, but rather from a corpse, from a living corpse that had been dead for a long time but could still move.

Some people even saw tiny maggots wriggling around Chopper's eye.

Such a bizarre sight terrified the group of elves, who involuntarily retreated.

They sensed danger and death emanating from this driver—an evil energy that the elves loathed and avoided at all costs.

Not to mention that at this moment, the other party is also holding a crystal pistol.

Although it's unclear what the weapon's power is, the fact that it was used as a self-defense weapon indicates that its power is definitely not weak.

At this moment, the wisest choice is to hide, the farther away the better.

When a madman loses control, he won't reason at all, and the closer you are to him, the more likely you are to get hurt.

Suffering is the best teacher, enabling people to grow quickly. The surviving elves became unusually sensitive and vigilant, like a group of frightened rabbits, reacting to the slightest disturbance.

However, at that moment, their actions were absolutely correct, simply because the driver, Chopper, was indeed in danger.

The black-robed cultivator's expression was solemn as he quietly prepared to dodge, hoping to avoid being hit by the madman's weapon.

That crystal pistol can not only cause physical damage, but also inject a ball of radioactive energy into the body.

Once hit in the body, the organs will be severely affected, followed by extremely painful lesions.

An ordinary person would suffer various forms of pain and die within two days, and the corpse would become a source of toxic pollution.

If it were a cultivator, and there were a way to treat them, there would be a chance to save their life.

However, the treatment process will inevitably involve pain and a long recovery period.

If treatment is not timely, it can leave various sequelae, which may even accompany the patient for life.

Energy weapons like these are among the equipment prohibited by the Wizarding Alliance, and those found using them will be severely punished.

In the dark world, similar weapons are rarely used; they are known as the Gun of Pain, something only deranged madmen would use.

None of those who possess such weapons are mentally sound; we must be extremely careful in dealing with them.

Seeing Chopper pull out the Spear of Pain, you know that this guy has been provoked into losing control, and the expected goal has been achieved.

At this moment, the black-robed cultivator was filled with excitement and couldn't wait to know the result.

He also had his eye on that area, wondering how the unseen entity would deal with the pressure from the crystal gun.

Chopper, a demon with blood-red eyes, stared intently at the area ahead. Judging from his gaze, he was certain he would keep his word.

For some reason, his emotions were like a raging volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

With each passing second, his temper would escalate to twice its previous level, and his eyes would become increasingly bloodshot.

The tears of blood flowing from his eyes increased more and more, and then he started bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Damn it, you bastard, why aren't you responding to me!"

What took about ten seconds felt like an eternity to the demon Chopper.

That silence drove him to a complete breakdown and madness, causing him to fire without hesitation.

Despite the blank space ahead and the inability to see any targets, they continued to fire wildly and relentlessly.

Judging from his appearance and posture, it seemed as if there really was someone being relentlessly shot and whipped by him.

"That damn madman!"

The black-robed cultivator cursed angrily and jumped out of the carriage without hesitation to avoid being hit by stray bullets.

Seeing this, a group of elves also scrambled to flee, equally afraid of being shot dead by this guy. Chopper, in his berserk state, truly didn't care about anything, emptying his magazine in one go.

Even when the bullets could no longer be fired and the energy was depleted, Chopper still felt unsatisfied.

He wasn't sure if he had hit his target, but he knew that his anger was growing stronger.

He drew a folding knife from his waist, pressed a button, and a metal blade about 1.2 meters long popped out.

His body trembled, and the metal blade vibrated incessantly.

With the injection of energy, the metal blade instantly becomes extremely hard, capable of easily cutting through metal.

"You bastard, come out here right now!"

Why won't you come out? Do you look down on me?
Those who look down on me must die!

Anyone who makes me feel uneasy must die!

Everyone who is happier than me must die!

Anyone happier than me has to die!

The demon Chopper brandished his long sword, hacking and slashing wildly inside the car while letting out a hysterical roar.

The car's interior decorations and seats were cleaved in two by the sharp longsword, flying everywhere in the air currents.

Those standing outside occasionally saw sparks flash, or a knife mark suddenly appear on the car's exterior.

This deranged madman wreaked havoc inside the car, as if he wanted to destroy everything in the world.

Standing outside the car, the crowd felt a profound unease as they sensed the frenzied atmosphere.

The elves were deathly pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. At this moment, they were even more convinced that they had not escaped their misery, but had fallen into the hands of an even more terrifying organization.

Compared to slave traders who only wanted to train them and then sell them at underground auctions to make a fortune, this group of cruel and emotionally unstable individuals were undoubtedly far more terrifying.

Those greedy slave traders only want money and not life, but this mad driver and the monk in black robes really could take their lives.

The elves were filled with panic and unease, and the black-robed monk was equally astonished, unable to understand why this situation had arisen.

He did indeed have malicious intentions, wanting to take advantage of the situation to scheme against the demon Chopper, but he never expected things to turn out this way.

Chopper the Devil is emotionally unstable, easily becoming enraged and acting impulsively.

Knowing this, the black-robed monk planned to use this rare opportunity to lure the demon Chopper into a trap.

However, his current state is clearly abnormal, and he has obviously overreacted.

Is this strange situation caused by a problem with Chopper himself, or is it related to that unseen entity?
This thought arose, but then he discovered that the demon Chopper was going even crazier and had started setting the car on fire.

As thick smoke rose, the demon Chopper leaped out, his eyes bloodshot as he cackled maniacally.

"Hahaha, I'll burn this car, and you'll burn to ashes with it!"

"Dare not to respond, dare to look down on me, this is the price you must pay!"

Watching the vehicle turn into a fireball, Demon Chopper was full of smugness, completely unconcerned about the destructive effects he had caused.

An expensive transport vehicle was wantonly destroyed; this is not something a normal person would do.

After laughing several times, Demon Chopper turned to look at the black-robed monk, his face still bearing that sickly smile.

"Where is that passenger you mentioned? Has he turned to ashes?"

He looked smug, as if he had won a great victory and thoroughly slapped the black-robed cultivator in the face.

The black-robed monk remained silent, only watching the burning vehicles, then turning to glance at the elves.

Then he noticed that the terrified elves were all looking at the meadow not far from him.

The black-robed cultivator glanced at it, and suddenly his pupils contracted sharply.

At that moment, he had a vague feeling that there was indeed an unseen figure standing in front of him, looking at him and the demon Chopper with a cold smile.