In the Name of the Queen

Why the hell am I not dead yet?

Roland gasped for air, his hands trembling violently. Looking at the corpses covering the ground, his mind went blank.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

The three questions of the traverser echoed in his mind over and over again.

"Are you not able to do it again?"

The gentle whisper of the devil sounded in his ears, and Roland's body almost collapsed. His whole body was soft, except for his mouth.

"What are you talking about? Even if another team of spirit knights comes, I can moisten them!"

"Really?"

Sophia's lips curled up slightly, and her slender fingers like water onions pointed to the dark distance.

"The spirit knight you want is over there. It will arrive at the battlefield in 30 seconds. Please be ready."

Roland: "."

He really wanted to curse, but he couldn't do it at all.

There is no time in the underworld, or the time dimension of the underworld is completely different from the real world.

According to Sophia's introduction, the time they spent here was less than three hours when converted to the Theia plane.

Three hours? It was longer than three lives and three worlds.

Although exhausted, Roland's brain was still clear. The strong were very sensitive to the span of time. He could estimate that it took about a week to enter the underworld.

According to this ratio, even if he was delayed for a year in the underworld, it would only take a few days in the material plane.

This was probably the only good news.

Sophia, the devil, always exuded the breath of living people very arrogantly, like the blood surging in the deep sea, easily attracting bloodthirsty sharks.

Enemies kept coming.

I don't know what means Sophia used, but the strength of these enemies, from weak to strong, was always stuck at the level that Roland had to fight desperately.

For a whole week, Roland didn't eat, drink or sleep. He was either fighting or preparing for a fight.

And his preparation period was very short.

He couldn't remember how many times he had fought to complete exhaustion.

It wasn't the so-called exhaustion as exhaustion, but the real loss of all strength.

This time, Roland didn't even have the strength to fall down. He went limp like a slug. He was really burned out.

Just as his body was about to touch the ground, a sigh sounded.

"Are you not going to be able to do it?"

Roland wanted to curse.

Although a man would never admit that he was not able to do it, once his energy was exhausted, it was exhausted, just like the refractory period of a person. If he couldn't get up, he couldn't get up. It was useless to be stubborn.

Occasionally, Roland could still hold on with verbal PUA, but this time he really didn't want to hold on. He replied unhappily: "Yes, yes, I can't do it anymore. Let me die."

"Then I'm leaving." Sophia certainly didn't indulge Roland's bad habits, so she turned around and left.

Roland was so angry that his teeth itched, but he could only hold on.

"Come back, I'm not dead yet, I can do it!"

Sophia turned slowly, grabbed Roland's shoulders, and asked with her eyes.

Roland looked ashen, gritted his teeth and nodded.

Her fingertips touched his forehead, and a scream sounded.

The strength was restored, and a little extra was borrowed, but the price was the soul-tearing pain, and each time it hurt more than the last time.

The old woman must have done it on purpose.

Roland gritted his teeth and thought to himself.

How could it be so painful to restore strength, and the pain was getting worse every time.

It was clearly Sophia's punishment for his exhaustion.

Want to extend your life? Here you go, but the price is pain.

Roland trembled and held the long sword and holy shield tightly, took a deep breath and greeted the spirit world knight.

This is a fully upgraded version of the nether knight. They not only have powerful combat power, but also outstanding combat skills, superb formation coordination, and can exert higher combat power.

Fight, endless battle.

Kill, kill, kill!

In the crazy killing, Roland was like a high-speed machine, and all his potential was squeezed to the limit.

He never dreamed that he could play the long sword so well.

Every time he finished the battle with a wonderful performance, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at Sophia.

After all, she was the only audience here, and he needed positive feedback.

Unfortunately, there was no such thing. Sophia's facial expression seemed to be locked, always indifferent.

Roland simply stopped looking at her expression and simply admired her beauty.

A great philosopher once said that the world is not short of beauty, but it lacks eyes to appreciate beauty.

Appreciating beauty is also an important means of restoring the spirit.

His eyes certainly could not escape Sophia's keen perception.

Finally, after crushing the seven spirit knights, Sophia couldn't help asking, "What are you looking at?"

"Appreciating beauty, pure appreciation." Roland admitted generously.

"Really?"

Sophia's eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly, but soon disappeared.

"Compared with Sylph? I want to hear an honest answer."

Sophia looked at Roland playfully, and suddenly became curious about how he would answer this question.

If he couldn't give an interesting answer, the next punishment must be doubled.

Will he say good things or the truth?

Between good words and the truth, Roland chose bad words.

"She's my wife now, but she can be you in the future."

Sophia raised her eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but mocking, "My appearance has not changed for billions of years, and it was the same before reincarnation. Can such a thing be expected in the future?"

"If we can't come back, it will be you." Roland laughed at himself.

He protested to Sophia with this answer.

Sophia understood Roland's implication and her voice was slightly cold, "Are you blaming me?"

"Of course not, I'm just too concerned and just want to see Sif as soon as possible." Roland said calmly, but the look between his eyebrows could not hide his anxiety.

Sophia did not answer directly, but turned her chin in another direction.

"Nine spirit knights, one of them is a captain, watch carefully."

As soon as she finished speaking, she had already moved.

Roland knew that she was going to demonstrate her real fighting skills in person.

What is called great skill without effort? Sophia's fighting skills are just like this.

She simply drew her sword, drew her sword, and sheathed it. The spirit knight who rushed to the front didn't even have a wound on his body, but just stood there stupidly, losing any trace of life.

Nine times of drawing the sword, nine times of killing.

Her sword-drawing action was as perfect as a textbook, or it could be said that it had surpassed the skills and approached the limit of the laws of the universe.

At the moment when she sheathed her sword, her beautiful figure was particularly lonely.

Roland could vaguely understand her loneliness.

In such a big world, no one could understand her, let alone someone who could touch her heartstrings.

She is probably the unlucky person who is destined to be lonely all her life.

The real arrogance is not in the expression or the eyes, but in every cell of the body.

In the Theia plane, Sophia's power is suppressed by the laws of the universe and cannot be completely released before the return day. There is a bit of gloom in her eyes, which always gives people a cold and cruel feeling.

But in the underworld, all the constraints are lifted, and her flower of life can finally bloom without reservation.

At least in the moment just now, her charm surpassed Sylph.

It has nothing to do with appearance, temperament and figure. This is a transcendence of life level.

In the moment just now, Roland even had the urge to worship.

Is this...

Roland's body shook slightly, and he asked softly: "Did you touch the divine domain just now?"

Sophia's lips curled up slightly, and she said softly: "You can say that. I have learned a lot from watching your battles these days and simulating battles in my mind."

"Will killing these small fish also help you?" Roland was a little curious.

"That's not the case. Killing as many small fish as possible is useless to me."

Sophia stared at Roland and said frankly: "By observing your fighting style, I simulated your peak state, and then killed you in the sea of ​​consciousness. It was very rewarding."

Roland: "."

He shrugged and sneered: "I don't know whether I should thank you for not treating me as a small fish, or complain that you actually used me as a sandbag for training."

"You are an opponent worthy of my full effort." Sophia's eyes suddenly lit up.

Roland stepped back vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

If it were someone else, he would not panic, but Sophia might not be able to hold back and beat him up, or even kill him casually.

Sophia in battle is unreasonable.

"Don't be so nervous, we are friends. Let's go, it's time to set off."

Roland's spirit suddenly perked up.

"Okay, let's go."

Sophia had just taken a few steps when Roland found something wrong and hurried to catch up.

"Sophia, we've gone the wrong way. This is the Styx, not the Hell."

"We're going to the Styx." Sophia said calmly.

"Wait, what did you say? There's a Styx ferryman there. He's at the peak of the Saint Domain, at the limit of the second rank. Although there's no limit to my power here, I'm only at the third rank at most."

Roland was a little speechless, "I'm going to fight the Styx ferryman?"

"Yes." Sophia was calm as if she was going to kill a chicken.

Roland wanted to say something else, but Sophia had calmly blocked his protest.

"Do we have a lot of time?"

What else could Roland say? He could only follow Sophia to the Styx.

Standing by the Styx, Sophia stopped and asked softly, "Roland, if your fighting skills are not as good as the opponent's, how should you deal with it?"

"Crush with strength. In the face of absolute power, skills are useless."

Roland looked at the Styx ferry that was gradually approaching and the boatman standing at the bow, and sighed softly, "But why do I feel like I'm the one being crushed?"

Sophia just smiled and didn't speak.

The Styx ferryman saw Sophia and Roland standing on the shore, and roared angrily.

"What did I see? Damn spirits, and living people?!"

"This is the underworld, not a place for you to travel!"

The ferryman's roar shook the Styx, and countless water ghosts screamed and fell into the water.

If it weren't for the high-intensity training this week, Roland would have fallen with this roar.

But he is no longer the shrimp he was a week ago.

He took a half step forward and was about to speak, but Sophia grabbed his collar and took several steps back.

"Come on up!"

Roland understood what Sophia meant, and didn't want to fight in the enemy's home court.

He raised his middle finger to the ferryman without hesitation, and countless dirty words gushed out.

The Styx ferryman had never seen such an arrogant person, and his reason was instantly dominated by anger.

He had been ferrying here for countless years, how could the souls who came here dare to speak like this?

He roared, and the oar smashed into the Styx. The black figure floated across the wide river and fell to the ground.

"You're looking for death!"

He didn't bother to talk nonsense with Roland, and directly smashed with the oar.

The oar in his hand seemed to be only two or three meters, but it spanned dozens of meters in one step and smashed directly into Roland's head.

It was only three meters, but it spanned fifty meters. This weird and real feeling made Roland's hair stand on end.

Just as he was about to take a step back and see the bigger picture, Sophia's voice rang out from behind.

"Go ahead, crush him."

Roland's eyes went dark, and he was almost torn apart by the pain.

Fortunately, he had experienced many soul shocks in these days and was used to it.

A powerful force surged in his body, almost tearing his body apart.

Fortunately, he was now a spirit body with a completely different body structure, so he was able to hold on.

Is this the power that touches the divine realm?

Roland laughed.

The boatman, who was originally as tall and majestic as a lone peak, is now as small as an ant.

He put away his sword, raised the sage's scepter, and smashed it down slowly.

The boatman's lips trembled with anger at Roland's rude behavior, and he almost fainted.

Rebellion, rebellion, dare to be so rude to him, the guardian of the Styx!

Then completely annihilate him! Reincarnation qualification, deprived!

The boatman roared, and the oar hit Roland's head, and at the same time used his forehead to receive Roland's scepter.

No skills, no dodging, pure power confrontation.

The boatman smiled, he is more stubborn, right? His head is made of the underworld god steel, a mere mortal can't do that

No, impossible!

The boatman's face showed horror, and he screamed, "You, you are."

"Too late!"

Roland picked up the scepter and smashed it again.

The first blow smashed the boatman's underworld steel head, the second blow shattered his soul box, and the third blow followed by pure destructive power completely annihilated the ferryman of the Styx.

The boatman's body turned into a piece of shining dust and disappeared.

At this time, the souls who were waiting on the shore to board the boat looked at this scene in astonishment, like toads in thunderstorms, just trembling, at a loss.

"Let's go, if you don't leave, someone will come." Roland reminded softly.

"You can go, I just happened to be a guest ferryman for a few days." Sophia said calmly.

"Wait, what did you say?" Roland was stunned by Sophia's coquettish operation.

"I said you can go." Sophia's expression was cold.

"You won't go with me, but that's not the point. The point is that you killed the Styx ferryman but you want to work for him?"

"You killed him, what does it have to do with me?" Sophia had no expression on her face.

Roland was choked and couldn't say a word.

He could never guess what the girl was thinking, and this time was no exception.

Looking at his astonished look, Sophia's lips slightly raised.

"I will take this boat to travel in the Styx. Without the Styx boat, the other side can't come over, so hurry up."

Roland wanted to ask what to do with the souls who wanted to cross the river, but the words stopped at the tip of his tongue.

He could answer this question for Sophia.

There is no spare boat in the underworld, what does it have to do with me?

As expected of Sophia, she can only be so domineering.

He turned around and ran away quickly, and a thank you echoed over the Styx.

Looking at Roland's back, Sophia sighed and said faintly: "I can only help you delay for a while, and then it's up to you."

Her eyes were cast towards the sky covered by endless darkness, her eyes were slightly cold, and there was a hint of disdain at the corners of her lips.

"God's Realm? No, they are not qualified to deify me." (End of this chapter)