In the Name of the Queen

If Roland is really a tyrant who doesn't listen to others, tonight will be Harry's last night.

But he did it anyway.

The corners of Roland's lips raised slightly, and he stepped into the void with his toes, crossing dozens of miles in one step and arriving in front of the city hall.

This world deserves to be saved.

The mundanity of this world is worth saving.

The wonderful stories of this era are worth recording.

The originally closed door of the city hall slowly opened, and Roland walked in casually. The guarding soldiers opened their eyes wide but saw nothing.

After the guard confirmed that no one was passing by, he reluctantly closed the door. He had no idea what changes the real tyrant Roland had made just now.

Seeing Roland appear, Harry was not panicked or ecstatic, he was even a little relieved.

In any case, the Holy Judge finally arrived, and his efforts were not in vain.

Harry showed a pleased smile, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, stood up, pulled out the chair, and asked Roland to take a seat.

Roland was not polite and sat down calmly.

He is the ruler of this world, so being too polite seems a bit yin and yang.

Seeing that Roland was very rude, Harry's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Fortunately, although His Majesty seemed a little unhappy, he was not really angry.

Harry poured two cups of tea, handed one cup to Roland himself, and then sat down opposite.

Before he could speak, Roland gave him a reassurance.

"I read your secret report. It's very well written and basically correct."

This sentence defined tonight's conversation, and with Roland's approval, Harry became less nervous and even felt a little proud in his eyes.

No one will reject nice words unless the language is too vulgar or insincere.

Being praised by a master like Roland, Harry would certainly feel that all his hard work was in vain.

Roland put down the secret report, asked for some more details, and then said something that shocked Harry.

"Our era will end in fifty-three years. All matter in the plane will return to a state of chaos, reintegrate and reorganize, and a new era will begin. However, the new era has not reserved our tickets."

Harry stood up abruptly, looked at Roland blankly, and shook his head in disbelief, "Fifty-three years?"

"Yes, to be precise, it's fifty-three years and one hundred and thirty-nine days."

Roland glanced at the clock on the wall and teased with some cold humor: "Add one hour, nineteen minutes and fifty seconds."

Harry was certainly not in the mood to respond to Roland's cold joke.

He gave Roland the Ten Thousand Words Book in order to attract the other party's attention. His words were somewhat exaggerated, and he even thought about apologizing for it.

However, according to Roland, he was still conservative.

Seeing that Harry was so shocked that he couldn't speak, Roland gradually stopped smiling and said calmly: "Everything starts from the unfair divine selection in the Age of the Gods."

Roland is an excellent storyteller and Harry is an excellent listener.

This story is very long, but fortunately both the storyteller and the listener are patient.

When the first ray of morning light fell into the City Hall, the sun shone brightly again, but the sun in Harry's heart fell.

He grabbed the air with some reluctance and murmured to himself: "It turns out that the reason why I still have no children is not because of myself, but because of someone's interference."

Roland wanted to remind Harry that it was not this serious when he and his wife were married. This was probably his own problem, but he still held back.

Anyway, Harry can no longer have descendants, so what's the point of saying this.

It’s better not to say anything that is not conducive to unity.

Harry thought for a long time and asked slowly: "Your Majesty, what are your chances of winning?"

"At least five points if Sophia is here."

"How does Queen Sophia's real strength compare with yours?" Harry asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know. The last time I saw Sophia was nine hundred years ago. If she were still alive, she would definitely be much stronger than she was then."

Roland can indeed compete with Sophia who killed her through the Land of Death, but what if Sophia didn't die?

He couldn't imagine it.

But this assumption makes no sense, Sophia can't come back.

Harry took out a pen and paper, asked questions to Roland while calculating, and then entered all the data into the computer in front of him.

Soon, a virtual image appeared in the void between the two.

Roland and other powerful men from Theia fought fiercely with the Legion of God's Domain.

Roland won nine of the virtual duels and lost the other 91.

"Not even one or nine?"

Roland shrugged and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Seeing that Roland was still smiling, Harry didn't understand.

Can you actually laugh at this kind of winning rate?

Of course he doesn't understand. There are many blasphemers, but how many can successfully kill gods?

The Divine Realm will not let the gods die in vain, and will definitely equip them with as many elite soldiers and generals as possible.

Only by unleashing combat power that surpasses that of humans can victory be possible.

Harry quickly explained to Roland, "Your Majesty, don't mind. This is a simple simulation using a big data model, which cannot represent the real results at all. In fact, you"

"I know it would be nice to have a true winning rate of one percent."

Roland said with a smile: "For those gods who control everything, a one percent failure rate is already terrifying."

Harry was speechless. He wanted to comfort Roland, but it seemed he didn't need it.

He fell into deep thought, and stood up suddenly after a long time, "Your Majesty, according to the timetable you provided, by the end of the world, the last batch of babies will just enter middle-aged and elderly. They will face a destroyed world and their resentment will reach its peak. If the three traitors appear at this time, I am afraid they will..."

"will turn to them." Roland finished the last half of the sentence for him.

Harry sat back in his chair dejectedly, his mind blank.

This may not be in the calculations of the three goddesses, but it will definitely benefit them.

Harry murmured, "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

"What do you think?"

Harry knew that this was Roland's ultimate test for him.

His brain was running fast, and all human emotions were excluded, leaving only the coldest calculations.

"Then let mankind perish in advance."

The most relaxed tone, saying the most cruel words.

Roland was not surprised, but asked casually, "How to do it specifically?"

Harry's eyes flashed with indifference, "It's very simple, tell everyone that the end of the world is coming, then dissolve all governments, throw away the supplies, and let everyone distribute them freely according to the law of the end of the world."

He spoke the devil's words slowly.

Every word he said was true, and it would not even change the end of human extinction, but it would bring the end of the world forward.

When the three goddesses come, there will be no living creatures in the Theia plane except the hunters waiting to kill the gods.

The winning rate will definitely tilt.

This suggestion is very efficient, but it is too cold-blooded.

Harry was ready to be slapped to death by Roland.

No monarch can accept such a suggestion. Even if he is just pretending to be kind, he will kill the proposer of such a cold-blooded suggestion.

However, Roland was silent for a while and then extended his index finger.

"One month. I will store everyone's soul imprints. I will wake everyone up at the right time in the new era."

"They died for Theia, and rebirth is my promise to them."

Harry bowed to Roland and said nothing more.

He knew very well what it meant to deliberately bring the end of the world forward.

This is an unforgivable sin, unless it is redeemed by the merit of saving the world.

Roland was redeeming for him, and for himself.

At this time, good and evil, right and wrong are meaningless.

One day, everyone will meet again in the new era, and this is the only way to redeem sins.

Roland slowly left the city hall and left the power core of the last government of this era.

Under the morning sun, his back was majestic with a bit of fatigue.

Harry clearly saw that his straight back seemed to bend a little.

This is the burden of the four continents, five oceans and endless islands of the entire plane.

This is the weight that billions of creatures in the entire plane are unwilling to cry out.

Even a weightlifting champion like Roland has some difficulty walking. (End of this chapter)