Your war hammer is too fake

"If you terminate the spell you are secretly performing," An Jiyue replied, "I will agree to your request."

The Chaos Warlock did so without seeming to hesitate. He dispersed the last of the magical winds at his disposal, and his already strong mental focus was broken. Now he would not be able to cast spells again for a short time.

"Ask," the girl wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, "but I can't guarantee that I will answer."

Horstman rolled his eyes, which were the only part of his body that could move. "Does Tzeentch really know all the secrets and knowledge in the world?"

"Why do you think I know this... The answer is, I don't. Even Tzeentch has many things he doesn't understand." The girl summoned a ball of fire. "After asking, get on your way. You won't have an afterlife anyway."

“No, no!” The Chaos Warlock struggled hard: “I still have many questions to ask! I want to know…”

The flames fell on the Chaos Warlock, burning him to ashes in the blink of an eye.

"It is because of this character that you were bewitched by Jianqi," An Jiyue shook her head, "'Thinking for a long time will lead to wanting to know, knowing too much will lead to thirst for thought, only the saint Jianqi will not be trapped', huh, Jianqi, you might as well change your title to 'God of Anti-Intellectualism'."

Horstman's mount, the two-headed demon dragon Baldros, saw his master dead and rushed towards the girl frantically, and then his two heads were cut off at the same time by the telekinetic blade. The girl didn't pay much attention to this mutant beast that was a nightmare for ordinary soldiers. She thought she could finally roll over and rest... huh?

An Jiyue turned around abruptly and headed towards the palace. The warning spell she had left on Karl Franz was triggered, and someone was targeting him. What was worse was that the other party had somehow covered up the abnormal flow of the magic wind during the casting. When she noticed the spell that was about to be cast, it was too late to break it.

Withstanding the intense tingling in her brain, the girl forcibly activated the phase shift. The magic wind she had gathered before had been exhausted in the battle with Horstman's spells, and now only her psychic energy could be used normally. The entire world in her vision was covered with a layer of gray, and the flow of time was slowed down to the maximum. After three seconds of subjective time, the phase shift ended automatically, and An Jiyue, who was almost fainted from the pain in her head, appeared in front of Carl.

She turned her back to Carl and stood in front of the future emperor of the empire. The next moment, a translucent shock wave came from nowhere and hit her.

The girl held on and did not fall. She used her will to command her body to obey, then raised her hand, gathered all her mental energy, and threw a telekinetic blast in a certain direction. A faint sharp scream came from the void, along with a series of subspace slang.

"What?" An Jiyue knelt on the ground, and the light in her eyes gradually faded. "I shot very accurately..."

Chapter 156 Don’t stop!

Karl Franz finally realized what was happening.

"Ms. Deedlit!" He shouted subconsciously. Rick led the Elector forward and tried to support the fallen witch. At this time, Jin Zhishi suddenly appeared from the side. The deputy captain of the Jinyiwei pushed Carl away and then hugged An Jiyue like a prince hugging a princess.

"It is my job to protect you, Carl," An Jiyue said breathlessly while lying in the expressionless Jin Zhifan's arms, "My journey ends here, and I have fulfilled my oath. Young king, cough cough..."

The girl started to cough violently, and the gray scarf she used to cover her face was stained dark red by her own blood. The Elector of Rickland hurriedly asked someone to find a doctor, but was stopped by the girl. "Neither medicine nor magic can help me," An Jiyue coughed up more blood with every word she spoke, "Such an ending is not bad for me. I still have two last things to do. Please come closer."

Karl half-knelt beside An Jiyue, sword slung over his shoulder. "Please tell me, Lady Deedlit," Prince Altof said, "is there anything I can help you with?"

"My fate has changed, but some things..." The girl struggled to keep her eyelids open, and everything in her vision was becoming increasingly blurry. "Remember, Karl, don't accept the invitation of the Bretonnians. This is one thing. There is another thing that I will finish soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Karl Franz suddenly felt something strange about himself. He reached out and touched his head, and found that the wolf ears had disappeared, and of course the wolf tail was gone too.

He was about to say something when Boris pushed him away.

"What about me, meow?" The Elector of Midden pointed at the top of his head. When the Wolf Lord spoke, the pair of soft black cat ears trembled: "Hurry up and change them into wolf ears, meow! I want the snow-white wolf ears that this kid just had without any other colors, meow! Forget about the tail, I think the tail..."

"Boris!!" Great Eurick Emil rushed over, roaring and punching the Wolf Lord in the face. Boris fell to the ground in a daze, then quickly jumped up from the ground, roaring and wrestling with his old friend who he had known for many years.

Carl didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. When he turned his attention back to the elven witch and her maid, he noticed that the elven witch who called herself "Deedlit of Rhodes Island" had closed her eyes.

She stopped breathing.

"I will take the mistress back to Rhodes Island," the skilled elf maid said in a somewhat stiff Rexpert language, "Our work here is done, and someone else will take over the mistress's duties in the future."

"I will never forget what Lady Deedlit did today," Karl solemnly placed his right hand on his left chest, "She exiled a dangerous demon, prevented a terrible conspiracy, and eliminated the traitor Horstmann. A statue of her will be erected in Altdorf, and the people of the Empire will remember her heroic sacrifice."

"Your enemies have begun to attack," the elven maid said, noncommittal about Carl's promise, "I should leave now."

Outside the wall south of the palace, four thousand Palatis infantrymen and dozens of heavily armored ogres began to advance. The imperials in the palace used the last bit of time to adjust their deployment. The combat priests stood in the crowd and preached loudly to inspire the soldiers' fighting spirit. The mages began to assign tasks and guide the wind of magic. Behind the gate of the wall, the Reik knights were ready to charge.

The elven maid picked up her mistress. As Prince Altdorf watched, she stepped back and disappeared into the void.

"My prince," Kurt Helberg walked around the two followers of Yurik who were still fighting and came to Carl, who had a heavy expression on his face. "Your army is ready, and those who cannot fight have evacuated."

After hearing the words of the veteran who had spent half his life in the military, Carl looked around and found that he could no longer see Ayman Loli and Elder Qiangxin, and the remaining male ticket holders had already put on armor.

"Boris," he called out, "do you want to see who has killed more enemies?"

“Ha!” The Wolf Lord who had just suppressed Great Yurik turned around, the bruise covering the entire left eye socket looked extremely conspicuous: “Then you can just wait to cry until you lose, meow!”

Karl Franz laughed. "Then try it!" he said.

……

Under the ground of Altdorf, in a remote tunnel somewhere.

An Jiyue, who was walking, suddenly groaned, and two red wet marks flowed down her nose. The two school marquises who were traveling with An Jiyue were suddenly shocked. "General!" The centurion came over and wanted to check the situation.

"I'm fine," the governor waved his hand and wiped the back of his hand across his nose and labia, "My [outer body] is dead."

After realizing that Horstman was probably just a discarded pawn to hold back, An Jiyue immediately began to think about why Tzeentch did this. As a Hammer who was familiar with the background, a name popped up in An Jiyue's mind almost immediately: Chuan Kuro.

The Golf duo met during the Window Tax Riot in 2495 of the Imperial Calendar, and participated in the Battle of Nuln in 2499. After the Battle of Nuln, the two were invited to participate in the expedition to Fort Doom, during which Felix met Ulrika and fell in love with this ill-fated Kislev girl, although this love without a beginning or an end did not last long.

For the Dwarf Butcher and his human pendant, at the end of this adventure, the Chaos Champion Alec Demonclaw attacked Praag, but was eventually defeated. The legendary Grey Seer Tranquilo was also on the battlefield at the time, leading an army provided by the Corrupted Clan to fight a fierce battle with the Yankees: the Skaven tied up a considerable part of the Yankees' forces in this battle, indirectly helping the Order side win the battle.

The point is that this battle took place in 2500 or 2501, after which Tsanquilo returned to the Skaven Capital. Not long after, the first comedian of the Middle Ages was thrown to Altdorf by the Thirteenth Council to deal with the matter of the Wormstone. Judging from the timeline, Tsanquilo is very likely to be in Altdorf at the moment - if nothing major has happened to the Rat.

All the above thinking was completed in an instant. Right under Horstman's nose, An Jiyue used [Out-of-body] to create an avatar with 10% of the original body's strength, and then let the original body and the avatar swap positions. Horstman was too dangerous to be left alone, and his demon dragon mount was also a huge threat to the mortal army, so the avatar's task was to solve these two hidden dangers, and the original body hurried to go underground to investigate.

As for the remaining white army that definitely did not exist in any background setting, according to An Jiyue's own estimation, with the strength of the clone and the assistance of Nishikori Shigeru, they should still have some strength left after dealing with Horstmann...

[…After I settle down the Marshal's clone, I will go after that extraterritorial demon.]

[I understand. Be careful and save yourself first.]

After communicating with Jin Zhifan, An Jiyue finally understood what had happened. The spell [Extra-body] is quite special. The clone it creates not only has a real body, but also a soul. This special clone cannot be directly controlled. You can only give orders and let it play freely. If the clone is killed, the original body will also be traumatized.

Since the clone has a real body and soul, it will not disintegrate and disappear like other spells of the same type after death, but will leave a body behind, which makes the [Extra-Body] spell very suitable for faking death. In addition, although the clone has a soul, its soul has a time limit, and this time limit is not the result of deliberate restrictions, but the spell itself cannot maintain the existence of the clone's soul for a long time, so there is no need to worry about certain hidden dangers.

An Jiyue found a stone to sit on and rested for a while. After the severe pain that went straight to the depths of her soul had subsided, the girl slowly stood up and said, "Continue, the work is not finished yet."

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Author's words: PS: In the previous few chapters, no one thought that An Jiuyue's strength had weakened... The protagonist is a rival to the complete Skeleton Man. Although Horstman is strong, he is still far from being able to fight with the protagonist.

Chapter 157: Chaos in the Underground City

In Tsanquiro's Bizarre Adventure of Aldorf, the ratmen can be roughly divided into three forces.

The first party is Tsanquilo and the Council of Thirteen, the highest ruling body of the Skaven behind Tsanquilo. Although the relationship between Tsanquilo and the Council of Thirteen is relatively... subtle, they can indeed be considered to be in the same camp in the Altdorf Wormstone incident. The order given by the Council of Thirteen to Tsanquilo is to investigate and bring back the Wormstone, or destroy it if it fails, and Tsanquilo did just that.

The second party is the Little Thirteen Council. Due to its unique natural conditions, the underground city of Altdorf has developed into the second largest Skaven city in the entire Old World, second only to the capital of the Underground Empire, Skaven Magic City. Representatives of the four major clans and several warlord clans rule here. They have established a supreme authority to manage the daily affairs of the underground city, which is the so-called "Little Thirteen Council", whose leader is the Grey Prophet Thratkui.

The above two parties are the main participants in a series of open and covert struggles over the Wormstone. The purpose of the Thirteenth Council is to recycle the Wormstone and ensure that this dangerous substance, which is highly toxic to the rat people, will never threaten their rule. To this end, they sent Chuan Kui Luo, who successfully survived the Thousand Devouring Labyrinth and proved how tough he is, to deal with this matter; while the Little Thirteenth Council has its own calculations. They are no longer satisfied with what they have, but want to become the real Thirteenth Council.

In addition to these two camps, there is actually a third party participant in the Wormstone incident, the Plague Clan.

The Skaven are divided into various clans, large and small, the most powerful of which are the four major clans plus the Grey Seer Clan. The Grey Seer Clan is small in number, but as spellcasters and the above-ground spokespersons of the Horned Rat, they have a high political status and great influence. In the social structure of the Underground Empire, the Grey Seer Clan is mainly responsible for interpreting and conveying the oracles of the Horned Rat, as well as mediating the internal strife of the Skaven - the latter of which is basically useless.

The four major clans are the Corruption Clan headquartered in the deep pit of Hell, a clan engaged in biotechnology, good at creating various biochemical monsters. The Rat Trolls that sell well throughout the underground empire are their most classic product; the Skryre Clan headquartered in Skaven City, proficient in engineering and mechanical manufacturing, and can use dimensional stone to create various powerful and extremely unstable high-tech products. Their inventions even include subways and radios; the Eshin Clan, whose headquarters is unknown, is a mysterious Skaven clan that once learned assassination skills in the far east.

Finally, there is the Plague Clan, whose main bases are mostly located in the Southland and they also have considerable influence in Lustria. All clan members from top to bottom are plagued by various diseases. The supreme leader of the Plague Clan is Nurglich. Of course, his name is more commonly translated as "Nurglich". There have always been rumors in the underground empire that when the Plague Clan was fighting the Lizardmen in Lustria, they signed a contract with another god and obtained some kind of gift from the other party to overcome the harsh environment of Lustria. The Plague Clan has always firmly denied such rumors.

Anyway, just like the name of the Plague Clan, the best thing about this clan is to create plague and throw it everywhere. In 1111 of the Imperial Calendar, the Plague Clan once released the terrible Black Death to the Empire. This catastrophe killed three-quarters of the Empire's population, and the entire Empire was almost destroyed by the Skaven. It was not until the then Elector of Middenland, Manfred the Rat Killer, united all the Electors and defeated the Skaven in desperation that the precarious empire was saved, and the Rat Killer was elected emperor for this achievement.

The Council of Thirteen and the Small Council of Thirteen have their own plans for the Wormstone that appeared in Altdorf, and so does the Plague Clan. Plague Lord Nagrich ordered his most capable subordinate, Skuker, the chief of the seven Plague Lords of the Plague Clan, to lead a team to the Altdorf Underground City, ready to wait for an opportunity to implement the Plague Clan's plan and seize the vital Wormstone.

In this battle for the Wormstone, Clan Pestilence is a third party lurking in the shadows. The Scruker in charge of this mission secretly managed to control Clan Eshin's representatives in Altdorf to gather intelligence and take action when necessary. However, no matter what Clan Pestilence's original plan was, the situation has now completely gotten out of control.

William used some tricks to force the Altdorf underground city onto the pirate ship of Palatis and the Tzeentch sect, forcing the rats to agree to send troops to fight the empire. As the leader of the Little Thirteen Council, the Grey Prophet Seratkui naturally had no interest in interfering with human affairs at this time, but William did not give him a chance to choose.

As a chaos sorcerer who does not believe in any particular evil god, William has traveled across most of the world in search of the knowledge necessary to complete one of his plans. About ten years ago, he came to Nibon, an island nation located in the easternmost part of the known world. He benefited a lot there, and the biggest gain was the puppet substitute secret technique of Nibon's Yin-Yang master.

The puppet substitute technique from the Onmyoji was further improved by William and turned into the "immortal body" he uses today. The Chaos Warlock has set up secret bases in more than one place, which contain spare bodies. Once he is killed, the soul will automatically transfer to the next spare body in a specific order.

In order to attract the attention of the witch hunters, William actually died again recently. He used biotechnology to create many traces on his body that looked like chaos mutations, and then took the initiative to attack a bishop of the Church of Sigmar. When the Griffin Knights and the witch hunters chased him, William pretended to escape and lured the other party into the extensive sewers of Altdorf.

In the end, the "corrupted cultist" was successfully killed by an experienced witch hunter. As William judged, the witch hunter could not distinguish whether the appendages, tentacles, and horns on his body were real Chaos mutations or fake illusions. When this difficult Chaos believer was finally killed, the pursuers suddenly realized that they had gone too deep underground.

Halfway through the pursuit, they had already left the sewers and entered unknown territory.

With William's secret help, these witch hunters finally fought their way home after going through untold hardships while being chased and blocked by the Skaven who were trying to cover up the secret. In the end, only one witch hunter was able to return to the surface alive to report his amazing discovery deep underground to his superiors.

It was precisely because of the discovery and killing of a genuine Chaos Warlock that this incident alarmed Karl Franz, who had just become the Elector for a few days. Under the order of Prince Altdorf, Rick's army began to mobilize, and this abnormal military deployment in turn forced the Thirteenth Council to accept the "suggestions" from the Paradis Cult.

While the rats were busy swearing and deploying their troops, an accident happened which was not unexpected at all.

No ratman could explain how all this happened. Anyway, when Tsanquilo woke up from a terrible nightmare of being chased and hacked by a dwarf butcher, the riot had already swept the entire dungeon of Altdorf. There were shouts and sounds of weapons clashing everywhere. The firelight outlined the swaying figures of the ratmen on the wall... everything was a mess.

Even long after it was over, Tsanquilo still had no idea how the riot had started. Almost all of the slave rats and more than half of the clan rats had suddenly started a massive rebellion, and even more than one group of Stormvermin had defected to join them. Once the war started, the situation could no longer be contained. Ratlings and Warpflayers fired at anything that moved, while Rat Trolls and Doom Flayers rampaged through the streets, efficiently demolishing the ratmen's dirty, illegal buildings.

When Chuan Kui Luo leaned out of the bedroom window, even the precious and expensive war machine, the Dimension Lightning Cannon, was pushed out, releasing dark green lightning at a group of Clan Rats gathered together. The next moment, a group of black-clad rats jumped out from various dark corners and threw poisoned darts at the Dimension Lightning Cannon's operating team.

The Grey Prophet quickly shrank back in fear. Riots and rebellions are commonplace in Skaven society, just like assassinations are part of daily life for Skaven. However, a riot of this intensity and strength is very abnormal. Compared with the Corruption Clan's signature product, the Rat Troll, which has a very high cost-effectiveness, none of the Skryre Clan's high-tech weapons are cheap. Both the purchase cost and the cost of use are extremely expensive. Especially the Warp Lightning Cannon, the price of one of these things is equivalent to that of a small Skaven clan, and only the richest clans can afford it.

Who would use something so expensive to bomb a bunch of rebellious Clanrats? And why would the tasteless creatures of Clan Eshin attack the operations team? What about the Council of Thirteen? What are they doing now?

Too many questions crowded into Chuan Kuilo's brain, making the Gray Prophet a little dizzy.

……

Note 1: Skaven have gas glands that emit different smells depending on their mood. In order to facilitate assassination, all members of Clan Eshin undergo surgery to remove their scent glands.

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Author's words: PS: First update

Chapter 158 Another One Sent Away

Scrat Robclaw ran swiftly through the dusty passage.

The assassin couldn't remember the last time he had to flee like this. As a Skaven assassin and the representative of Clan Eshin in the Altdorf dungeon, Scrat was a member of the Council of Thirteen. He and his two men had seats on the Council of Thirteen.

Scrat was an unlucky guy, and he didn't realize it until recently. Not long ago, after receiving a provocative letter with arrogant and rude words, Scrat took his men to settle accounts with the other party. He wanted to use the provocateur's head to warn everyone what the consequences of offending the great Clan Eshin would be. As a result, Scrat fell into the trap carefully prepared by Skooker, and all his men died, and he himself was unfortunately caught.

Without the antidote provided by Sikuk, he would die in the most aggrieved way from the extraordinary plague created by Sikuk. The Chief Plague Lord used this method to force Scrat to surrender, and secretly acted as an eye and ear for Sikuk to gather information. Originally, Scrat thought he was unlucky enough, until half an hour ago...

Thinking of the leader of the Council of Thirteen, the Grey Seer Slatquina, who was still confused, Scrat found that he could be even more unlucky. Without the slightest hesitation, Scrat fled at the fastest speed he could in his life. He was not the only one who tried to escape, but the assassin was undoubtedly the only member of the Council of Thirteen who was still alive.

The human who suddenly broke in was showing off his powerful magic power beyond Scrat's imagination. Serathegui had always been proud of his magic ability, but in front of that human, the Grey Prophet didn't even have time to finish the first syllable of the spell. His body turned into ashes in the thunderous explosion and was blown in all directions by the heat wave.

Except for Scrat, all the councillors, including Scrat's two men who had seats in the parliament, chose to resist. Together, they held out for about the time of one deep breath, just long enough for Scrat to escape from the scene. When the assassin looked back for the last time and looked at the hall where the Thirteen Councils met, which they called the "Lair of the Supreme Lord", flames were spewing out of every window and every door.

He saw it, the Storm Rat guards patrolling nearby saw it, and the entire dungeon saw it. In just a moment, the authority that the Little Thirteen Council had spent a lot of time and energy to establish collapsed.

The riot began. Without any strong person to suppress it, the situation got out of control. The guards who were supposed to maintain order were now busy looting the treasures of their lost masters, and the slave rats overwhelmed the whip-wielding overseers and swallowed them alive, drinking the latter's blood. Sooner or later, they realized that the Little Thirteen Council no longer existed and no one could control them, so all the rats were busy trying to gain benefits for themselves in the doomsday carnival.

Of course, none of the above had anything to do with Scrat at the moment. After choosing to escape, the assassin neither stopped halfway nor tried to pack up his belongings. Whenever Scrat slowed down a little, no matter how noisy and chaotic the surrounding environment was, he would hear extremely clear footsteps coming from far away. The sound seemed to come from another world, and every sound was like a hammer hitting Scrat's heart.

The assassin escaped from the hall and rushed through the streets, swinging the Weeping Sword to kill anyone who stood in his way. He didn't dare look back, he just kept running, running, running, until the protests from his lungs could no longer be ignored, until every muscle in his body was on the verge of going on strike in pain. When Scrat stopped, unable to run any longer, the footsteps from before disappeared.

Along with it, a figure stood in front of the assassin.

"Thank you for leading the way," the human said in Rexpert, "otherwise it would take me a long time to find this place. In return for your help, let me..."

The beautiful girl with silver hair and red eyes took a step forward. The next moment, she instantly crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came to Scrat: "How about I give you a ride?"

Scrat subconsciously wanted to swing the Weeping Sword, but his arm did not do so. The assassin looked at his right hand, close to the junction of his right hand and torso, the new wound was bleeding, and the right hand holding the sword fell into the dust. The assassin then turned his gaze to his left hand, and this time he clearly saw how his left hand said goodbye to his torso.

The assassin who lost both hands suddenly gained courage. He rushed towards the human creature angrily and tried to bite off its throat with his teeth. After a muffled sound, Scrat flew out. His two legs and tail tied with a blade were cut off by the invisible telekinetic blade before the rat man landed. Even the rat man's iconic front teeth were forcibly broken off by telekinesis.

"Where is the worm stone?" the human asked. Before Scrat could react, he focused his telekinesis on the assassin's head and squeezed it tightly.

As the last member of the Little Thirteen Council was killed, An Jiyue slowly turned around and looked at the yellow-green mist that was spreading from the other end of the tunnel behind her. Before she saw the true face of the enemy, the girl first smelled the suffocating and terrible stench, which made her slightly irritable: "Si Ku Ke, your existence is redundant, very redundant."

The girl raised her hand, and a wall of fire blocked her way, burning all the mist that drifted over. Deep in the tunnel, there were crowds of people, and a rat man with a dimensional stone prosthetic eye in the place where the eye should be, and his body was rotten beyond recognition, appeared in An Jiyue's sight.

"Wow~ Not only did it not run away, but it actually walked towards me?" An Jiuyue looked at this creature whose appearance alone was enough to make her so sick that she couldn't eat for three days, and the other party was also "looking" at her.

"If you don't come closer," Sikuk, the chief plague lord of the Plague Clan, said intermittently in the excited tone unique to their race, "then how can you feel the blessing of the festering and pus-oozing Horned Rat!"

"Oh? Then I might as well get closer." An Jiyue, who used her true face to appear, took a few steps towards Sikuk. She was indeed surprised that he did not run away after seeing her. Unlike warriors who could not accurately judge their fighting ability from their appearance, mages could intuitively see how powerful a certain person was with the help of their own magical vision. However, considering that the opponent was a mad rat from the Plague Clan, and Sikuk was the mad rat among mad rats, it did not seem strange.

The next second, raging flames covered the Plague Lord and every inch of land he had ever walked on.

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Author's words: PS: Second update. That's all, I can't stand it anymore... (paralyzed

Chapter 159: The Great Chaos in Altdorf (Part 1)

The surface of Altdorf.

Anyone with eyes could see that Sigmar's city was burning in flames. When the white army of Paradis appeared in front of the palace, the Order mobilized all the forces in its hands. The mercenaries employed by the Order and the gangs secretly controlled by the Order worked together to incite the residents of the slums to vent violence recklessly. Looting, arson, rape, killing, in many cases, as long as someone started it, the rest of the things would follow naturally, especially during a period when the city's public security situation had already seriously deteriorated.

Before the emergence of modern governments, no regime had much control over the grassroots. They mostly ceded some power to certain groups in exchange for the latter's obedience to the current rulers. This was the same in both the East and the West. Public power is limited by administrative costs, and there are too many corners that are difficult to take care of. Order is the natural need of all intelligent creatures. As long as there is such a niche, there will be creatures to occupy it.

When the legal order is out of reach, an illegal order will naturally take over to exercise the ruling power. This order without the legal basis for ruling is fragile and extremely unstable, and it may collapse at any time; but it is precisely because of this unstable nature that the defenders of these illegal orders are very suitable for ambitious people to take advantage of.