In the Name of the Queen

If Roland could hear what Menette said, he would probably laugh out loud.

Create a miracle?

If Sophia was in the dark, he couldn't take down the few Dark Elves who escaped by chance. That would be a miracle, a miracle created by the Dark Elves.

What he had to do was simple, stay calm and don't make a fuss.

He had experienced the fighting power of the Shadow High Councillor in the Arctic Glacier.

Very strong, but can be dealt with.

If they didn't form a formation, they were not stronger than him in a one-on-one fight.

They were both at rank five, and the Shadow High Councillor was a strong man who had fought his way out of the bloody sea of ​​the dark side, but Roland and Christine also stepped on strong men of the same level in the Battle of White Mountain.

There was no weakling who could survive the fourth return day in the White Mountain audition.

At least 30% of the Dark Elves' fighting power came from their ability to hide.

Regardless of their strength, most Dark Elves like to hide in the dark and ambush people.

Unfortunately, they met a human who was even better at ambush people, Roland.

This time it was Roland's turn to hide in the dark and secretly spy on them.

Roland and Christine disguised themselves under the cover of Menette and quietly approached potential secondary dark descendants with prepared identities.

Christine was unusually keen on dark traits. In her eyes, all darkness could not escape.

In just three days, she marked more than seventy secondary dark descendants and five real dark descendants.

These dark lackeys ranged from marshals, cabinet ministers to young grassroots officers. Roland was a little surprised by their wide distribution.

This was not the Kingdom of Tyrol, but a dark descendant outpost.

If Queen Sissi had not rashly attacked Sophia, if Sophia had not launched a counterattack in anger, and if they had been given a few more years of hiding and development time, they would have been in big trouble.

Fortunately, they were discovered in time.

There was still a chance to remedy the situation.

Roland could not mobilize the army or use mobile forces, and he tried not to bother Sophia.

How could he and Christine eliminate all the dark descendants with their own strength?

Christine, an expert in breaking the darkness, gave a clear answer to this question.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"First, we can defeat the high-level councilors, but it is difficult to kill them. Secondly, these secondary dark descendants have been eroded by the dark seeds, and they can't turn back. Finally, even if we have the ability to wipe out all the enemies, why would they gather together for us to kill?"

Christine didn't want to break Roland's crazy plan, but she still shook her head slowly, trying to wake Roland up with cold facts.

But Roland had different ideas.

"It is indeed impossible under normal circumstances. What if the crack is attacked?"

"Christine, don't worry about those secondary dark descendants for now. As long as you bet on the crack, there are ways to deal with them. We only have two high-level councilors and their guards to deal with."

Roland's eyes were burning with madness, and he said calmly: "Even if there is only the possibility of the crack being destroyed, they dare not stand idly by."

He waved his hand, motioning Christine to come closer. Instead of speaking, he gestured in the void with his fingertips and wrote down the action plan.

After all, this is a dark descendant outpost. If some keywords are mentioned too much, they may be locked by the void.

Looking at the action plan drawn by Roland in the void, Christine was silent.

Roland's plan was quite simple. She pretended to be a messenger of God and launched a sacred impact on the crack to shake the space around the crack.

Once the space around the crack was destroyed, space turbulence would be formed.

The good news is that the Darkborn will definitely not come over. The bad news is that who knows what will happen after the turbulence is formed. It is completely random.

If the luck is extremely bad, it is even possible to temporarily produce an unstable passage to the God's Realm.

Although serious strong men dare not easily step into the chaotic space cracks, and the demon gods from outside the domain cannot enter the material plane where they are not born, it is still a bit crazy to do so.

If there happens to be an evil strong man above the third level who is being hunted down, and he is desperate and jumps into the crack, it will be a disaster for the entire plane.

Although Christine knew that Roland was crazy, she was still shocked by Roland's wildness.

She couldn't help staring at Roland and asked coldly, "Are you serious?"

"Very serious, I know you don't want to accept Sophia's help, this is the best solution after refusing her help."

Christine was silent.

It turned out that Roland was not crazy, but he was worried that she couldn't accept it, so he did this.

She sighed faintly and said, "I understand, are you sure Sophia can take action in time? I will be exposed to everyone when the space shock is created."

The Pope of Light demolished the house and exposed himself in the dark base camp, and the consequences are needless to say.

She trusted Roland and gave him the right to choose.

And Roland also bet on Sophia.

The Day of Return is the peak showdown of the return of the strong, and it is also a racing game of life and death.

One step faster, it is possible to be faster every step.

If there is no pressure from the Day of Return, the safer approach is naturally to mobilize the coalition forces to enter Tyrol, catch all the suspicious people, plug the cracks, and then find a way to seal it.

Whether the Dark Pathfinder escapes or resists, the ending is almost the same.

Even if they push the cracks directly, the Rodinia Alliance is full of strong men and can suppress them.

But there is no time now.

Mobilizing the army and masters requires coordination between all parties, which takes time.

As long as the intelligence system of the Kingdom of Tyrol is not as incompetent as the former Sussex Military Intelligence Agency, it will definitely be able to find clues.

Then it will be a tough battle.

Although victory is a sure thing, the loss is immeasurable.

Resources and time are both precious and cannot be wasted.

So Roland made a plan that seemed risky but had to be done.

Fortunately, Sophia's attack was comparable to an elite army, enough to make up for the gap in combat power.

After confirming the details of the action, Roland took out the props to contact Sophia.

Letter paper that can be refreshed infinitely.

Auxiliary artifact [Endless Letter Paper].

As long as it is within the scope of the Rodinia continent, this artifact can communicate almost instantly.

It is worthy of being an artifact. Only materials worth five million pounds can be used to create a pager that can send text messages.

Roland is no longer able to complain.

The power of technology is beyond imagination, but in the technological desert Rodinia, such a simple function must be realized by artifacts.

He wrote the plan on the letter paper and sent it over. After a not-too-long wait, Sophia replied with a simple "hmm".

Roland wanted to complain about what this "hmm" meant, whether it was OK or not, and Sophia added:

"I have something to do first, I trust you to do it, just go ahead and do it."

"What if I can't contact you?" Although Sophia gave a clear promise, Roland was still a little worried.

After all, this was using his life as bait, so he had to ask clearly.

"You can try to scold me, sensitive words will sound an alarm." Sophia added a series of periods after this sentence, indicating the end of communication.

Roland, who had just picked up the pen, saw this series of periods and wanted to say something but had to give up.

He could only add one sentence.

"If emergency contact must be initiated, scolding is not my intention."

After a long pause, Sophia finally responded.

"Hmm."

This time Roland didn't want to complain anymore.

He carefully watched the handwriting on the [Endless Letter] gradually disappear, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there was only one reinforcement, it was enough.

It was late at night, and he lay back on the bed, ready to take a short nap to recover his energy.

Night is the home of the Darkin, and he chose noon as the time of battle.

At this time, the sun shines brightly, and everything is visible. Creatures hiding in the dark are most afraid of this time.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly thought of something and sat up.

Wait, he had accidentally used this artifact to write a letter to Sif in the Winter Palace before.

He didn't think so much at the time, but now thinking about it makes his scalp numb.

If Sophia is bored enough, every word he and Sif say will be ruthlessly watched.

Cold sweat seeped from Roland's forehead.

He was cautious in his work, and each letter would not be too radical. Even if he was hijacked in the middle of the journey, it would not cause too bad impact, but Sif was different.

At least when he first arrived at St. Rurik Castle, Sif's words were very sharp when she wrote a letter.

She was an old woman when she spoke, and an old virgin when she was silent, or an ice woman who lacked love, just like picking up a bucket of salt and pouring it on Sophia's wounds.

Will all these words be seen by Sophia?

Roland's heart trembled slightly, but he quickly calmed down.

Sophia shouldn't be so bored that she would peek at his and Sif's letters.

Definitely not.

Given Sophia's revengeful character, if she really saw it, even if she didn't execute Sif herself for his sake, she would retaliate fiercely.

But she didn't.

In the past few months, Sophia's attitude towards Sif has never changed, polite but indifferent.

Roland wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a long breath, and continued to lie back on the bed, closing his eyes, and his manic heart gradually calmed down.

Although nothing happened this time, he had to warn Sif not to talk about others behind their backs.

Walls have ears, how embarrassing it would be to be heard.

In short, it's a good thing that nothing happened.

Rebirth Era, Year 1, March 22, this day is the most important festival for the Darkin.

Hundreds of millions of years ago, the great Darkin King was born.

When he was born, there was no concept of calendar, but the Darkin King had an extremely keen sense of time, and calculated his birthday after the universal calendar of the plane was invented.

From that time on, the birthday of the Darkin King is March 22.

No matter where they are, the Darkin have been commemorating the birth of the great Darkin King in their own way on this day for countless years.

The Darkin in Tyrol are no exception.

The two senior councilors wanted to be quiet, but Menette disagreed.

He insisted on holding a grand luncheon, but did not tell the reason for the banquet.

Although he did not tell, the senior councilors were not fools, and of course they knew that Menette was flattering the Darkin Lord in this way.

They were somewhat dissatisfied with Menette's flamboyant style, but no one dared to object.

Others are celebrating the birthday of the Darkin King. If you object, do you want to rebel?

Not only can they not object, they have to attend the banquet.

The banquet went very smoothly, and all the Darkin and secondary Darkin participated. The existence of the Darkin King was not mentioned at the banquet. They used words such as "great king" and "legend" to refer to the Darkin King in a very obscure way.

The grand banquet, with delicious food and wonderful singing and dancing performances, made the participants very happy.

Some people don't like Menette, but few people don't like the banquet held by Menette.

Two high-ranking shadow councilors used disguises to cover their identities and had no choice but to participate in the banquet. They didn't sit in the seats and didn't speak at the banquet. They were completely transparent.

After the banquet, the dark descendants went to the crack and offered sincere blessings to the king of the dark descendants.

While they were performing the ceremony, Roland and Christine observed the shadow crack in a mansion next to them.

Roland grumbled softly: "Who would have thought that the crack was actually in the concert hall."

"I couldn't think of it beforehand, but the analysis afterwards was reasonable."

Christine said lightly: "The Tyrol Concert Hall has existed for hundreds of years. It is an art palace that is worthy of being recorded in the history of human civilization. Intelligence personnel can't reach here, and there are not many extraordinary people who are interested in music. It happens to be a blind spot."

She frowned slightly, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Write a letter to that woman now, I'm going to do it."

Roland nodded, wrote the signal to start the action on the letter paper, and then cast his eyes on Christine who was floating towards the concert hall by special means.

The extraordinary cannot fly before entering the third level of the holy domain, and only a few lucky ones in the holy domain can fly by special means.

Flying freely without the help of wings is the power of the divine domain.

He was a little curious about what Christine would do.

Under Roland's gaze, Christine continued to float towards the concert hall.

In the sun, the same blazing holy light lit up.

At the moment the holy light was on, the sun's light would be slightly suppressed.

Everyone looked up in surprise and saw Christine floating in the air.

Her wings of light spread out behind her and flapped rhythmically.

From her calm expression and the stretched posture of the wings of light, anyone would think she was flying.

However, Roland knew that this was fake and had special effects added.

If someone had the courage to release a simple purification or dispel on Christine, she would fall down hard under the action of gravity.

But her posture was too much like a messenger of God, and she instantly stunned everyone.

A high-pitched voice sounded.

Christine sang a poem praising light, and her voice even overwhelmed the soprano singer who was performing in the concert hall.

In the crowd, the faces of two high-ranking councilors turned black in an instant, and they felt bitter.

Others might think that they could attack or defend, and at most jump into the crack to escape, but only they knew that the crack was one-way.

Maybe there are other ways to enter the dark side, but not here.

They either had to kill Christine or run away. If they couldn't do either, they would have to die.

The two high-ranking councillors looked at each other and understood the determination in each other's eyes.

Let's fight!

Just as Christine took off, Roland looked up to admire her, and by the way, he found the most suitable ambush position to hide and wait for his move.

However, at this moment, a new message came from the endless letter.

"Sorry, I can't be there due to something, the operation is cancelled."

Looking at Sophia's reply, Roland was stunned on the spot.

Christine's actions were too fast, and Sophia's delay was a bit large.

It's too late to say that you can't come after the action has already taken place!

Roland was too lazy to talk nonsense, and directly picked up the scepter and prepared to fight.

The annihilation operation was cancelled, and the victory was transferred!

Perhaps because she felt that it was a bit unkind to directly do it, Sophia's second message also arrived soon.

"Your wife is also in Tyrol. If the action has already taken place, she will take action. Come on." (End of this chapter)