In the Name of the Queen

Although he was defeated by Sophia, Roland was not too panicked and even felt more at ease.

Sif is here. She is not as powerful as Sophia, but she will not have any objections.

The worst outcome is to break out and then lead the mobile troops to fight back.

In short, keeping Christine is considered a victory.

Of course, he still greeted Sophia heartily in his heart.

If Gege had told her earlier, he would never let Christine go out to deliver her openly.

Roland did not look for Sif, he believed her.

She will judge the timing of her attack and choose her own action.

Now it's his turn.

Christine's appearance as if a divine messenger had arrived did frighten many people, but after seeing Christine's face clearly, the dark descendants instantly became furious.

It turns out that the one who came was not a divine messenger, but one who came to cause trouble.

A high-ranking shadow council member pointed at Christine and roared: "Light lackey, die!"

Light and darkness are inherently opposite attributes, and Christine came directly to block the door and tear down the house. It was strange that they had such a good attitude.

Seeing that the situation was critical, the two surviving high-priced members simply stopped pretending and started the Dark Sacrifice directly to ensure the safety of the crack.

First protect the crack, and then kill this guy who doesn't know the heights and heights of the world.

The two senior councilors looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

The green-faced congressman led the elite dark descendants to rush in to kill, while the white-faced congressman led a group of secondary dark descendants to spread out on guard.

As long as Christine is not crazy, there is no way she could come alone to die.

There must be someone behind her.

The white-faced congressman was waiting for the person behind her.

The green-faced councilman is more powerful in combat, and he is one of the few dark descendants who is not afraid of light at all, so he carries out the killing mission.

The last time she was tricked by Christine on the Arctic glacier, the two congressmen had long hated her and wanted to kill her with their own hands.

If you have the opportunity now, you won't miss it.

The sky grew dark.

After the Dark Ritual was activated, the Dark Sky regained the upper hand, blocking Christine from the sunlight.

The entire city of Tyrol is shrouded in a dark sky, and when the sun shines, Tyrol instantly turns into a twilight city.

The residents in the city looked to the sky in horror, not knowing what was happening.

At this time, several secondary dark descendants who had mixed into the crowd began to brainwash them.

"This is a miracle! It is a miracle of the arrival of the great Lord of Darkness!"

Although the Dark Miracle sounds scary, the residents are not in chaos.

The dark attribute sounds evil, but is equally powerful.

Many people think that evil attributes are more powerful by default, and in many cases this is indeed the case.

Even if it's darkness, as long as it's on his side, it's still a rich black light.

In short, it is a good thing that the Lord of Darkness sends a miracle.

This is a miracle!

As we all know, every powerful empire in history was founded with miracles.

Miracles are almost a necessary prerequisite for a crown from heaven.

The Jinyuan Kingdom abolished the monarchy and re-elected Alina as emperor. It only restored the divine power of the emperor and did not require another miracle.

Tyrol is different, their imperial power is based on the Odin Empire.

If they can unify the core areas of the original Odin Empire, they will naturally be qualified to restore the glory of the empire.

But they can't.

Although the overall national strength of the Kingdom of Pruden is slightly inferior to them, its military strength is stronger.

If you want to annex the Kingdom of Pruden, it will definitely not be possible in one or two generations.

Either the country will be a hero for generations, or there will be civil strife in the Pruden Kingdom. There has to be one thing.

Except for miracles.

The arrival of a miracle represents the divine right of the emperor.

Everyone was excited.

Every country has obsessions that belong to the majority of its citizens.

Several countries in the original Odin Empire region have the obsession to restore the glory of the empire, but some countries are relatively weak and some things are just a matter of thought.

Currently, only Pruden and Tyrol are truly qualified to restore the glory of the empire.

Therefore, the collective obsession of these two countries is to advance to the empire.

Although the citizens do not know how many benefits and disadvantages it will bring when a kingdom is promoted to an empire, they are still eager to do so.

In any case, the citizens of several major empires at least have a sense of pride.

They also want to be proud and glorious!

If the Lord of Darkness performs a miracle, then just convert to Darkness, that's a big deal.

The crowd's enthusiasm was stirred up, and seeing their excitement, the secondary dark descendants responsible for inciting the emotions were also a little confused.

Is this not their deception, but the voice of the masses?

A large number of people walked toward the square in front of the concert hall through the faint light.

The size of this square is not inferior to that of the Sussex Empire, which can accommodate 100,000 people.

After all, this place had served as the capital of the Odin Empire for a long time, and the large square with a capacity of 100,000 people was just a standard feature for the empire.

Roland did not expect that the activation of Dark Sky would make the crowd so enthusiastic.

He frowned slightly, looked back, and sighed in his heart.

These people came quite quickly to join in the fun, but I didn’t know how many people would be killed or injured.

At least five powerful people of five ranks are fighting here. Of course, it is impossible to save the concert hall. How many people will be accidentally injured by these spectators?

Roland couldn't bear it. He made his last effort and yelled at the crowd.

"Get away, this is about to become a battlefield, get out now if you don't want to die!"

Roland's voice was high and loud, almost piercing the eardrums of the crowd.

His reminder made many people realize that they should not watch this excitement.

After seeing Christine's mighty posture as if she were descending from the mortal world, some people realized that this was a battle of extraordinary beings, and watching the excitement was risky.

They had no clear concept of the power of the extraordinary, but the front slope that was split after the Battle of White Mountain was there, silently presenting a suffocating horror.

If you can cut off half of the mountain, you can demolish a city, or even easier.

After all, the mountain is made of layers of hard rocks, while the city has many weak points, and bricks, stones and wood are not as strong as the mountain.

Some people wanted to leave the square, and some people rushed in to watch the excitement.

Although the soldiers and police tried to maintain order, the stampede still happened.

The first unlucky person who was trampled to death in the square left the world almost at the same time as the first secondary darkborn who died in the battle.

As people fell, the stampede spread like dominoes.

Amid screams, the onlookers pushed those who blocked them frantically.

Those who walked out of the square shouted hoarsely, trying to persuade their compatriots to turn back.

The square was not a miracle, but a killing battlefield!

But their shouting only made those who wanted to go in more curious.

Killing battlefield? There is such an exciting and lively thing? Let me see!

The first secondary darkborn to fall was attacked from behind by Roland.

No one thought that the Paladin would backstab, and he used a reinforced giant scepter.

The head of the scepter was replaced with an unknown meteorite metal, which is stronger than Aogang.

With one blow, even if the dragon dared to resist, it would have a headshot.

Sophia didn't dare to resist, but this exciting darkborn was very confident to receive it with the back of his head.

He didn't even scream before Roland hit his head, his brain splattered, and he died instantly.

After Roland appeared, the white-faced councilor immediately came to meet him.

Christine's supporter behind her was Roland. Since Roland appeared, what are we waiting for?

The pure-blooded darkborn hidden in the dark appeared.

There are also many races within the dark race, not relatively weak races, such as the dark sons, white demons, green demons, blood demons, succubi and many other races.

Among them, the dark sons are the direct descendants of the dark king, with the purest blood, and are the royal family of the dark race.

Blood Demons are proficient in fighting, Succubi are weak in fighting power but good at charm and spatial perception, and have the highest survival rate when crossing rifts.

Green Demons are the main force of the Dark Race, with the largest number of people and a mixed bag.

White Demons are above Green Demons in status and have higher potential, but the price is weaker fertility.

These five tribes are the five pillars of the Dark Race.

Among them, Succubi are responsible for external expansion, Green Demons are the cornerstone of the tribe, White Demons are the middle force, and the number of Dark Sons is small and they mainly hold senior positions.

As for Blood Demons.

They are the only tribe in the dark side that does not believe in darkness.

Except for the Dark Race King, no one knows their origins, let alone their number, but even the craziest Dark Race will retreat when they see Blood Demons.

They are all bloodthirsty war maniacs, and they only obey the command of the Dark Race King because they respect his strength.

All this knowledge comes from the insider Menette, which gives Roland a new understanding of the Dark Race.

His knowledge base has also expanded with the update of Dark Race intelligence, and he has also obtained several soul card medals.

The soul card of the knowledgeable route has been decorated with medals, and the variety is so rich that even the Xunzong is jealous.

Roland didn't have time to be happy about the update of the card medal, because Christine was already under siege, and the crack space was only slightly shaken, and did not hurt the root.

It seems that Queen Sissi has not been idle in these years. She has built a huge dark network, even escaping the monitoring of the extraordinary strong, and forcibly carved out a piece of darkness in the country rich in faith.

Roland killed from the outside to the inside, ready to protect Christine to break through.

Fortunately, there was no blood demon today, otherwise

Before he finished celebrating, he saw the blood mist bursting in the square from the corner of his eye, and Roland was a little confused.

Damn, how could there be a blood demon?

The difficulty of blood demons crossing the cracks is the highest among all dark races.

Especially the blood demons in the form of blood shadows, which will be torn apart by the rules of space when crossing the cracks.

Unless they are powerful enough to override the rules of space, they cannot cross.

When Roland saw the blood explosion in the square, murderous intent filled his heart.

This is a newly cultivated blood demon in the Kingdom of Tyrol.

Every blood demon is born from the sea of ​​blood, without exception.

The simplest way to create a sea of ​​blood out of thin air is to hunt high-level animals and bleed them.

Humans are the spirits of all things and the highest-level animals. Human blood is naturally the best nutrient solution for blood demons.

To cultivate such a blood demon, at least tens of thousands of people's blood are needed.

Roland didn't know whether this blood demon was cultivated in the war or raised in advance.

If it was the latter, the killing of the Kingdom of Tyrol was too cruel.

He suddenly thought of one thing. The Kingdom of Tyrol was the largest buyer of slave trade in the southern continent.

After all, the Kingdom of Tyrol was a country in the "civilized world". If a large-scale disappearance occurred, it would definitely cause a shock.

They cultivated blood demons without killing their own residents. Is there any need to ask where the blood came from?

Roland took a deep breath and suddenly felt that the sudden death was a bit too kind to Queen Sissi.

Before breaking out, he decided to burst out fiercely to let these damn dark descendants remember it for a long time.

He summoned the Holy Light Weapon.

The Paladin's exclusive skill, which materializes the Holy Light, is used for defense and attack.

After being promoted to the fifth rank [Forward], Roland finally gained the attack power that the Paladin lacked the most.

This time, the Holy Light did not turn into a giant shield, but into a Holy Light spear, which flew out.

The super light spear, which was at least 40 meters long, pierced into the concert hall like a cone.

The concert hall, which has gone through hundreds of years, carries the artistic sedimentation of the capital of music and art.

This is the supreme treasure in the field of human art and the temple in the minds of the Tyroleans.

But no one cares about these in the war.

Queen Sissi used the concert hall as a cover to build a huge underground palace to hide the cracks.

Roland also launched a strong attack without hesitation.

Neither side cared about the historical status of the concert hall in the literary and artistic circles.

The light gun hit the concert hall hard, and the terrible collapse began.

The hard walls constructed of bluestone and granite could barely withstand this terrifying attack, but other building materials could not bear it at all.

Bricks and stones flew across the ground, the foundation collapsed, and with a loud bang, the concert hall finally collapsed.

The underground palace appeared.

The deep dark vortex rotated quietly in the middle of the underground palace, which was incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere, like silver lines engraved on the girl's smooth skin, hideous and ugly.

"Roland, lend me strength!"

Christine, still floating in the air, kicked away a deadly long spear, firing some arrows, her voice a little anxious.

She needed strength.

The power bestowed by the goddess was indeed powerful, but it was not accurate enough because it was too powerful.

She was worried that the damage caused by the advent of light would be greater than that of darkness.

Light was merciful, at least it should not cause a disaster equivalent to a massacre.

Roland's secondary profession was a paladin, and holiness was the power closest to light, and in most cases it could even be used directly.

She could perfectly absorb Roland's power.

Roland inserted the scepter into the ground without any hesitation and began to chant.

The holy energy surged upward at an astonishing speed, and the light around the floating Christine was gradually expanding.

As the light spread, the crowd in the square finally saw the truth under the dark sky.

Whether this dark power came from the Lord of Darkness or not, this was not a miracle, but more like an evil summoning ritual.

The crowd closer to the concert hall saw the deep cracks in time and space, and felt the fear and chill spreading from the soles of their feet to their whole bodies.

The crowd far from the concert hall also felt that something was wrong.

Loyal and brave soldiers began to evacuate the crowd and organize them to evacuate in an orderly manner.

If they could do it, the stampede would not have caused terrible consequences.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

There is also a blood demon in the square.

An inferior blood demon who has no intelligence and acts on instinct.

The inferior blood demon is not inferior to the high-level blood demon in terms of hard power. They just don't have brains, not strength.

After all, it is a blood demon that was forcibly cultivated, and it is reasonable that it has a low IQ.

It replenishes the lost energy in killing and continues to grow in killing.

Just when the innocent people fell into despair, a gentle breeze blew across the square.

Green spots of light appeared in the air like fireflies, floating around.

The green spots of light fell on the blood demon and quietly merged, as if it was an illusion.

The blood demon did not pay attention to the green spots of light.

After all, it does not know pain, does not know fatigue, and has no brain.

It's just some harmless green light, which can't stop the blood demon from killing.

Kill, kill, kill!

As the killing progressed, the speed of the blood demon was increasing at an incredible rate.

Just when it was about to lose control completely, it suddenly stopped moving.

Countless thorns and vines appeared from the ground, tightly binding the blood demon's body.

The green light point that had just merged appeared on the blood demon's hideous face, if this ugly humanoid creature had a face.

"Explode!"

A light shout sounded.

The beautiful incarnation walked out of the increasingly dense green light, and landed barefoot on the bricks and stones of the square, spotless and fair.

Sif appeared at the right time.

The blood demon's most powerful speed was wiped out by the restraint brought by the thorns.

It is not difficult to purify the blood demon, but it is difficult to stop their lightning speed.

But after being bound, the blood demon's life also came to an end.

This brainless blood demon is not worth capturing and interrogating.

Sif walked barefoot, chanting a melody from ancient times with every step she took.

Green spread in the blood demon's body. As the detonation order was issued, it was blown into a bloody mess, and then completely absorbed by the moss that was quickly satisfied.

After dealing with the blood demon, Sif turned her attention to the battlefield in the concert hall.

The two high-level councilors were no match for Roland and Christine at all, and with their attributes suppressed, they were quickly at a disadvantage.

They had no way to escape, so they had to fight to the end. Not long after, one of them was killed.

Facing such a big victory, Sif did not smile at all.

Because Roland was injured, the high-level councilor who knew he was going to die launched a self-explosion. Under the shock wave, the first to bear the brunt was naturally Christine floating in the air.

Although the Pope of Light, who bore the main attack, was more seriously injured, Sif only had Roland in her eyes.

Roland was bleeding!

Sif's sanity disappeared with the blood splattering from Roland's chest.

She rushed towards the concert hall like a green blood demon.

Just as Roland was about to insert the scepter into the crack, applause rang out.

"Excellent, I think we should talk."

A feminine voice sounded, and in the crowd, a darkborn took off his mask, revealing a handsome face that looked like a man and a woman.

The white, almost transparent skin was a high-level white mage.

Sif, who was in a rage, didn't give him any nonsense plans. The long spear tore through time and space, and appeared in front of the white mage like lightning, piercing his throat.

When the long spear was half a meter away from the white mage, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he casually unbuttoned his clothes.

He was not a pervert who exposed his clothes in public, but had other reliance.

Under his outer robe, there was a bundled explosive device.

The battlefield stopped, leaving only Roland and the White Demon facing each other.

"This is not explosives, but a special substance called [Chain]."

"As long as [Chain] is activated, it can continue to spread, and the energy that bursts out instantly exceeds the traditional cognition of humans. Let's put it this way, the [Chain] on my body can not only destroy the city of Tyrol and kill everyone present, but also cause the cracks to react wonderfully."

The White Demon spread his hands, shrugged, and said very frankly: "In fact, I don't know what the [Chain] will make the cracks become after the explosion, and I don't care. After all, we will all be dead by then. Do I have the qualifications to talk?"

The pride in the White Demon's eyes could not be concealed.

Sif's face turned pale with anger, and her paleness was comparable to that of the White Demon. She knew that she couldn't act on impulse, so she kept silent and let Roland do it.

Seeing that Roland did not object, the White Devil restrained his frivolous smile and said calmly:

"No one can stop the return of the Darkin, not even the gods. As long as the rift can be preserved, you can set the other conditions." (End of this chapter)