In the Name of the Queen

Christine, who seemed to have won the resurrection match, was not dead.

The ability bestowed by the Goddess of Light was mainly used for attack, and was very ineffective for defense, but Sophia did not go all out, so Christine was sealed in an ice sculpture and sent up the mountain, which happened to make up for the missing attributes of the soul-blood pentagram array.

Christine stared at Sophia, her voice cold and distant.

"Blasphemer, the violent means you rely on are not worth mentioning in front of the power of the goddess. Are you still unwilling to repent for your blasphemous crimes?"

Christine's words did not affect Sophia, but made Angelina tremble slightly.

What Sophia did was certainly enjoyable, but it was all naked blasphemy.

She believed that Sophia would eventually ascend to the gods, but before that, she could not make too many enemies.

If there was no one around, she would kneel down and hug Sophia's thighs and cry to persuade her, but this was a public place, she could only pray silently and not hold Sophia back.

Facing Christine's textbook-like speech by the clergy, Sophia smiled slightly, threw away the long sword in her hand, and a blue transparent lightsaber slowly appeared in her palm.

"This sword is called [Azure Fury]. No one has ever been able to let me pull out this sword before, but you did it."

Sophia's face was full of joy, and it didn't seem like she was pretending.

Roland's heart trembled. This azure lightsaber was not long, only more than 60 centimeters, and it looked small and exquisite, like a cute girl.

However, the moment this sword appeared, the whole Baishan became much colder.

It's obvious that this is the most suitable weapon for Sophia to fully exert herself.

The crystal clear lightsaber looks very much like the sickle of the god of death.

Sif's face changed slightly, and she could clearly feel Sophia's joy and the desire for Azure Fury without even opening the insight.

Did Sophia not go all out before?

Sif's heart sank straight down.

The sea of ​​elven flowers and the soul-blood pentagram array were the last trump cards of her and Roland. They thought they could turn the tables with the sea of ​​flowers and the array, but Sophia had more and stronger cards.

She was faintly desperate.

Perhaps surrendering before the war was the best choice, but it was too late to say anything now.

Her trembling eyes looked at Roland, and her anxiety was finally relieved a little.

Sophia still had a killer move, but her consumption was not fake. Unless she didn't care about being avenged by others after killing them all, she had to keep some points.

Roland gave her a look that asked her to rest assured, which made Sif completely calm down.

Since meeting Roland, her life has drawn a completely different trajectory.

If it weren't for Roland, she would have been shattered in the power struggle.

After comforting Sif, Roland turned his eyes to Lisa and Alina.

His eyes were both comforting and thankful, and even a little apologetic.

Sif is stuck in the deep whirlpool, and he is the whirlpool itself, but Lisa and Alina could have stayed out of this muddy water.

They support him, not Sif.

At this point, all Roland can give them is the promise in his eyes.

Lisa's originally stiff body gradually became warm.

She understood Roland's intentions, but she never regretted it.

The meaning of life is never about length. Some people live to be a hundred years old and are old and confused, while others live only in their teens and twenties and still leave behind brilliant stories.

She and Roland have long understood each other without words.

She is his solid backing and will never change.

Roland cast his eyes on Alina, feeling a little complicated.

If he had boarded Alina's ship and followed her back to Jinyuan, the best result would probably be to help Mr. Carlo see through the traitors around him, take down Marco and Robert, who have ulterior motives, and then become Alina's husband.

By the way, he probably has to change his surname to Bonaparte, a noble one.

Roland didn't care about changing his surname, but he would lose Sif forever on this line, which he couldn't even think about.

So Alina could only step back a little.

His eyes gradually softened, and he said a word silently with his lips.

He and Alina didn't have the same tacit understanding as Sif and Lisa, so he had to make it clear.

"I've always kept that old ticket, just waiting to get on board."

In the Golden Kite language, getting on board has another meaning, which is probably similar to what they did when they were drunk that day.

Alina's cheeks were slightly red, and she nodded without saying anything.

She didn't know how well Roland mastered the Golden Kite language, and whether this old ticket was just for getting on board or entering the bedroom.

In any case, she agreed.

Roland's last glance swept over Christine, and his expression became more complicated.

Christine is simple. She is different from those coquettish bitches who flirt with men under the name of saints. She is a real saint.

But she is complicated.

She was born as a princess of the Wende Empire and longed to restore her country.

She is the most devout believer, tirelessly passing on light to the world.

She is also the commander of the coalition forces and his important ally. The only thing is certain, she and Sophia are enemies.

Although their eyes are a little complicated, they only look at each other for a moment and then look away.

Roland took a deep breath and slowly looked at the top of Sophia's head.

The speed of the companion moon coming down is getting faster and faster, and the return day is coming.

Sophia did not look up, but she could feel that the God-chosen judge from the companion moon was approaching.

She hesitated a little, should she draw her sword immediately or listen to what the judge said first?

No matter how arrogant she is, she is unwilling to confront the God-chosen judge head-on.

After all, the rules of the Return Day are only valid for extraordinary people. These judges are not even flesh and blood, so naturally they are not restricted. Ban Yue stopped dozens of miles above the ground.

The moon is not that big, and its surface area is almost equivalent to half of the continent of Rodinia when spread out.

But as the distance gets closer, the gravitational force between the companion moon and the planet Theia also increases crazily.

Ban Yue stopped at the extreme distance from Roxi to avoid being torn apart by the plane of Theia.

Several referees flew to the White Mountain in a palace-shaped artifact.

Their speed was very fast, and just when Sophia was weighing whether to take action, they had already arrived.

The palace artifact hovered over the White Mountain. Several referees floated towards the White Mountain and stayed in the air dozens of meters away from the top of the White Mountain.

The appearance of these seven referees is slightly different from ordinary humans, but they have one thing in common. Their eyes have no pupils, and their eyeballs are purely red.

The head referee is three meters tall, and he doesn't look like a serious creature at first glance.

The appearance of the referee helped Sophia make a choice. She temporarily put aside her murderous intention and looked at the sky with interest, waiting for the referee to speak.

The extraordinary beings who were watching the show from the outside also ran towards the referee's feet.

Some of these extraordinary beings ran wildly, some used various skills to hurry up, and some summoned strange beasts to ride leisurely.

Roland looked at these extraordinary beings with his peripheral vision, assessed their strength, and judged their identities based on their appearance and characteristics.

Of course there are mediocre people, but there are also many masters.

Witch doctors and shamans from the southern continent, bushrangers from the southern part of the New World, and tribal warriors with oil paint on their faces from the northern part of the New World.

In addition to these outsiders, there are also many people who were once all-powerful in the Rodinia continent.

From level seven onwards, extraordinary beings have a lifespan that exceeds that of ordinary people.

People's physiques cannot be generalized, and their life spans naturally vary widely. However, as long as a person with the seventh rank does not overextend his body, it is not a big problem to live for two to three hundred years.

In the past three hundred years, there have been many powerful and powerful people in Rodinia. Their stories are widely spread, so it is very simple to collect information about them.

But that information came from a few years ago and was not accurate enough.

In recent years, the extraordinary people in the mainland have retired one after another, and today is what they are waiting for.

How could they not be happy when the referee finally came.

The tall referee had no hair on his head and had a standard strong man's hair style. His red eyes looked around everyone without saying a word.

Just when many people were uneasy because of his actions, he grinned widely.

"All candidates, welcome to the Fourth Return Day Feast."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Referee, isn't this the Sixth Return Day?" A transcendent couldn't help but asked with confusion in his heart.

The referee glanced at him and said coldly: "You should be punished for speaking without permission!"

Following the referee's angry rebuke, a milky-white light hammer fell from the sky and hit the unlucky extraordinary person who had just asked.

This extraordinary person is indeed a little reckless, but it is not surprising.

Extraordinaries lack friends and are naturally lonely. Some of them have been hiding in seclusion for years or even decades. Naturally, they have no emotional intelligence if they are isolated from society.

Roland knew that something was going to happen to him the moment he spoke.

The clumsy trick of killing chickens to scare monkeys has never changed since humans entered class society.

But it’s easy to use.

The God-Chosen Judge is certainly powerful, but which of these extraordinary beings are ordinary people?

They have all achieved outstanding results in their respective fields, and that is why they are qualified to be here.

However, in the eyes of the chosen judges, they are no different from ants.

Many people present did not even know the name and deeds of the extraordinary person just now.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

The light hammer hit the extraordinary person's head accurately and opened the gourd directly.

The unlucky extraordinary person didn't even make a sound before his head was smashed and he died on the spot.

Seeing his body slumped on the ground, the originally uneasy extraordinary people became even more panicked.

The leader of the chosen judges looked at the attitude of the extraordinary with satisfaction, and said with a smile:

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Hawkeye, the chosen adjudicator. This is the Blind Man. This is Olivar the Eyeless."

Hawkeye called the names of the referees one by one, and then said with a smile:

"A total of one hundred and ninety-five extraordinary people arrived today, oh no, one hundred and ninety-four."

The chosen referee slapped his forehead and teased, thinking he was being humorous.

He was quite humorous, but no one dared to answer the question.

The talkative chicken just now was still lying on the ground. How dare the monkey act like this?

Seeing that everyone remained silent, the divinely selected referee suddenly understood. He patted his forehead again, suddenly stopped his expression and said seriously:

"I am here to set rules for you on behalf of the three great goddesses."

Hawkeye stretched out his right hand and shook his ring finger, "First, you must raise your hand before speaking to me, and you can only speak after getting permission."

"Article 2, all of you must follow the game I specified. I mean survive from survival challenges similar to battle royale. Only those who are alive are qualified to embrace the new era."

"The last answer to the friend who was punished just now is that this return day is indeed the fourth return day, but it is not the fourth return day for everyone, but the exclusive return day for the strongest."

Seeing everyone's expressions change, the referee couldn't help laughing.

"Look at your psychological quality. I am the judge chosen by God, not a butcher. Of course I will leave opportunities for everyone."

"Everyone listen carefully. This return day allows the strongest to directly break through to level 4, and allows ten outstanding people to advance to level 5."

After listening to the referee's introduction, a young-looking extraordinary person was about to speak, but suddenly remembered that someone had just been beaten to death on the spot, and quickly raised his right hand.

"Report to the referee, I have a question."

"Speak!" The referee's voice was particularly loud.

The extraordinary person who was chosen looked at the referee nervously and asked softly: "Mr. Judge, except for the strongest person who was promoted to level 4 and ten strong people who entered level 5, can the others only stay at level 6?"

The referee shook his head slowly, "Of course not, although there are no quotas for level 6, there is a qualified line."

Pointing at the questioner, the eagle-eyed referee said expressionlessly: "You are out. There is still the last time before midnight. You can consider writing a suicide note and I will help you deliver it."

The questioner's huge body shook, and he couldn't believe his ears.

He has been eliminated? !

He protested unconvincedly: "Mr. Judge, you can't do this. I started practicing ninety-nine years ago, waiting for this opportunity, but you said I was out, I don't accept it!"

His eyes were red, his body was shaking, anger overwhelmed fear, and he asked coldly:

"Mr. Judge, I want to know my ranking, I must know how many points I need to defeat the person in front of me."

"Among all the extraordinary people on the scene, your strength ranks 63rd, and I only award medals to the top 60 extraordinary people."

The eagle-eyed referee said with a smile: "If it's you, there is indeed a chance."

Hearing this, the extraordinary person who just shouted suddenly became energetic.

Just when everyone was discussing the rules, the referee suddenly raised his right hand and said with a smile:

"By the way, your suggestion just now reminded me, I will give everyone present today a chance to change their fate. As long as you kill your ranking into the top 60, you will be safe on the shore."

The judge waved his hand, and a virtual light curtain appeared in the air.

"By the way, this is everyone's current ranking."

The first one is Sophia, and there is a line of words written in the note column after her name.

The fourth return day honoree.

The meaning is very clear, Sophia is the super strong person who jumped two levels. As long as she is not dead, she is the only winner, and others are not allowed to take orders maliciously.

What if she dies?

No one asked such a stupid question.

If Sophia dies, naturally the following rankings will be replaced in turn.

As long as all the competitors in front of you are killed, you will be ranked fourth in a blink of an eye.

Sophia and Roland's expressions hardly changed.

Sophia was calm because she was the only winner, so she was calm. Roland was happy because he didn't have to continue to face Sophia.

As the promotion list was announced, the people on the list did not dare to neglect it, for fear of being replaced.

The people outside the list were blood-thirsty and rushed towards their goals.

Roland looked at Sophia and walked towards her.

Sophia stared at him with strange eyes and asked softly, "Do you also have ideas about rank 4?"

"Yes, but not today."

Roland asked frankly, "Can you withstand the siege of the ten people ranked 2-11?"

Sophia snorted and said nothing.

Roland let out a sigh of relief. As long as he was willing to talk, there would be a way.

He said indignantly, "It's so unfair! You have been fighting for a long time. I'm afraid you don't have even one tenth of your physical strength left. Putting you on the stage at this time is clearly a scapegoat."

"If you were in full condition, who would dare to look around?"

These words flattered Sophia just right. She accepted it frankly, but couldn't help but defend herself.

"One tenth is too exaggerated. Even now I still have one third."

Sophia narrowed her eyes suddenly and stopped talking.

She sighed in her heart that it was so uncomfortable to be an enemy of Roland. There would always be inexplicable mistakes.

Roland knew that Sophia was in a bad mood, so he didn't try to be clever, nor did he make jokes.

He quickly helped Sophia analyze the pros and cons.

"You need to resist the siege of latecomers, and I also need a higher ranking, so we can cooperate."

"I will help you block those candidates, and you will help me kill a few top-ranked candidates."

"Reward?" Sophia asked without any nonsense.

"You ask for it yourself."

"I may need to kill a few more people, you must stand on my side." Sophia said calmly, and she seemed to say something extraordinary casually.

Roland nodded and waved his hand. Sif and others stood around Sophia in formation to provide protection.

The formation originally used to fight Sophia has now become a large formation to protect Sophia.

This world is indeed a huge grass-roots team, and everyone is not very professional.