in the name of the queen.

Chapter 346: Doomsday Prophecy Appears
Roland could certainly understand Christine's promise.

She would never be an enemy of Roland under any circumstances, but only to him personally.

If anyone around Roland is an enemy of the goddess, she will show no mercy.

This is enough.

At least she was not completely brainwashed by religion, nor did she forget the friendship of fighting side by side.

To be fair, if the two sides switched positions, Roland couldn't promise more.

Perhaps Christine heard the goddess' call, or perhaps because she was concerned about Wende's restoration, she spoke without her usual calmness.

Roland thought silently, if he really stood against the goddess, and Christine was unwilling to attack him but also unwilling to disobey the goddess, how would she deal with it?

Her stance will make her future difficult.

"No matter what, you are my best friend and a comrade-in-arms who is worthy of my trust in life."

As Christine's back disappeared through the door, Roland murmured softly.

Christine's arrival was just a small episode in this continental summit.

Negotiations continued after that, but there was no progress due to the huge gap between the two sides' positions.

Christine has reasons to keep the Holy City, and the Kingdoms of Pruden and Tyrol also have an urgent need to take over this industrial area.

Fortunately, everyone was tired of fighting, and although it was difficult, no one wanted to resort to violence, so the negotiations continued.

Just when the negotiations reached a deadlock, representatives of the Nubian Kingdom put forward new proposals.

The Wendish Empire wants to be restored, the Holy City must be preserved, and both countries want industrial zones. Everyone has their reasons.

In this case, why not release the Weimar Confederation and give part of it to the two countries as compensation? The two countries would also have reason to give up the Holy City and the Wendish royal territory.

This compensation plan is good and takes into account the interests of all parties, but Alina disagrees.

The annexation of the Weimar Confederation was the highlight of her political achievement after taking office.

If he spits out the Weimar Confederation, not only will he continue to be emperor, but even his title of liberator will be stripped away.

It is easy to swallow benefits, but difficult to spit them out.

Later, someone proposed that the Kingdom of Talia give up two provinces as compensation in exchange for the Golden Kite Republic giving up half of the Weimar Federation.

This time it was Lisa's turn to be unhappy.

Although the performance of the Talia Kingdom on the battlefield was very ridiculous, first being beaten up by the Golden Kite People and then being beaten up in various ways by the Holy Alliance on the battlefield, they had already paid the price.

They have already ceded land and paid compensation to the Jinyuan Kingdom. There is no reason for them to pay twice for a defeat.

Faced with Lisa's rebuttal, Alina compromised and asked the Nubian Kingdom to give up its two vassal states and merge them into the Talia Kingdom as compensation for their ceded land.

This time it was the Nubian Kingdom's turn to protest.

They fought desperately and destroyed their entire navy, but they did not do it for the sake of ceding territory or paying compensation.

Those two small dependent countries were independent only in name, but in reality they were important regions that they had painstakingly managed.

If they cut their flesh, who will make up for it?
At this time, someone suggested that Nubia should use the former Samaria between the Rodinia continent and the southern continent and the Chisha Peninsula that controls the sea between the continents as compensation.

Although the Nubian Kingdom's navy is in vain, they still have a large army and the Crow Sage who broke through to Rank Five in the Battle of White Mountain. With the full support of the God of Nature, their paper strength is even greater than that of the Odin Kingdoms.

Of course they have to be compensated if they make concessions.

Nubia certainly accepted this condition. Although only a small amount of land from the former Samaria to the Chisha Peninsula is suitable for farming, the geographical location here is very important.

As long as they take over the Chisha Peninsula and build a large canal connecting the southern open sea and the inland sea, their position in the world trade system will rise sharply.

This time no one objected.

After all, the ones being bled this time are the Sussex Empire and the Southern Continent.

The person who made the suggestion was Roland, so the Sussex Empire naturally had no objection.

The tribal chiefs and small countries in the southern continent will oppose it, so the Nubian Kingdom will have to find a way to convince them with swords and guns.

Since the Vladimir Empire and the Sussex Empire had no objection, the matter was settled.

Simply put, all the countries present made some concessions and gave up some interests, but they all maintained their bottom line.

The one that suffered the most was the Emirate of Memphis, which originally owned the land near the Chisha Peninsula.

But they were not even qualified to sit at the table, so naturally no one cared about their thoughts.

This is diplomacy.

A spoils-dividing meeting disguised as a negotiation.

Now that the framework is finalized, the next step is to discuss the details.

Negotiators from various countries will argue based on their country's strength and battlefield performance, and strive to gain more power for their country.

The chief representatives and heads of state of each country only set the negotiation framework, and the specific details still need to be worked out through verbal battles among diplomats from various countries.

By controlling the specific details, the original benefit of 100 points may be gained to 130 points, or it may be compressed to 70 points.

The fluctuation can be up to one times.

In the following week, heads of state and politicians from various countries attended banquets organized by the host country and were so busy that their backs and legs ached.

Diplomats quarrel over a city, a mountain or a river.

They were arguing so hard that their throats were almost sparking.

They have to fight. If they don't fight at this time, are they going to wait for their descendants to point fingers at them and scold them?
After a week of confrontation, the negotiations did not go smoothly.

The biggest obstacles are the Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol, they want a little too much.

Much more than everyone realizes of their abilities.

According to Lisa, they were somewhat confused.

But Roland didn't think so.

The foreign ministers of both countries are veteran diplomats who have been engaged in diplomatic careers for many years and are very clear about the rules of diplomatic negotiations. Logically, they should not be so stubborn.

Since they insist, there must be a reason.

After much thought, Roland decided to get straight to the point. He called the foreign ministers of the two countries and asked them to give legitimate reasons and not waste time.

"We are all civilized people. There is no need to make a scene. Just eat as much as you can. If we cannot reach an agreement in three days, I will return home immediately and ask Majesty Sophia to come and talk to you."

Roland's ultimatum was full of threats.

Will Sophia negotiate?
She's a fucking fool.

Her negotiation technique is to draw her sword and put it on her opponent's neck and ask if he agrees.

But her negotiation success rate is the highest, because negotiations are most efficient when the sword is placed at the neck.

Roland's meaning was simple: he was tired of it. If the Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol could not come up with a legitimate reason, they would be beaten.

His ultimatum was quickly responded to.

“Tomorrow at noon, please invite heads of state and representatives to visit their latest archaeological findings at the ruins of the old city thirty kilometers east of Francis.”

This response made the representatives of various countries suddenly realize that these two bastards had dug up a treasure, no wonder they were so arrogant.

Representatives from various countries did not care too much.

In this era where technology depends on archaeology, who hasn't dug up a few treasures? They just don't want to take out these trump cards too early.

Representatives from various countries were very curious about why the two countries believed that the excavation of ruins could change the balance of power among countries.

During the Battle of Franks, the chain explosions set by Tom accidentally triggered the underground ammunition depot, causing a nuclear bomb-level explosion, directly sending 100,000 troops into the sky.

This level of archaeological excavation is already the limit, but the explosion that killed 100,000 people was a coincidence of time, place and people, and it cannot be replicated.

Even if the two countries unearth ammunition depots of the same size, it would only give them a slight bonus and would not change much.

Representatives from various countries analyzed the results of Odin's ruins with either concern or curiosity.

First, eliminate the nation-destroying war machines.

The Odin Empire did not have this capability even during its heyday, let alone burying its trump card underground.

After some speculation and reasoning, most people believed that the excavation results were powerful enough to destroy a city, and most likely they were super-giant machines that the Odin Empire inherited from the Alemanni Empire.

The Odin Empire organized excavations with the whole country's strength and obtained a lot of industrial and technological heritage of the Alemanni Empire, which once caused bloodshed across the entire continent.

It wouldn't be surprising to dig out a few super machines from underground.

Some people even speculated what kind of war machine it was.

Night fell amid people's curiosity and anxiety.

Representatives and diplomats from various countries were a little anxious and even couldn't sleep, but Roland didn't care. He changed into silk pajamas early and hugged his beloved wife to enjoy the quiet of the night.

Although it had been less than a month since they had parted from Sif, the longing for her had already tormented the young couple.

Before, they had to stay in their respective hotels.

Now that the negotiations are coming to an end, there is no need to pretend.

Sif closed her eyes slightly, raised her head, and her rosy lips were as tender as fresh strawberries.

Roland couldn't help himself and kissed her without hesitation.

Just when the heat was about to engulf him, he suddenly remembered that Sif was pregnant, and quickly loosened his grip.

"Sorry, I can't help it."

"Why should I endure? I am your wife." Sif opened her eyes with a dazed look.

Roland shook his head slowly, his fingertips pointing at her still flat belly.

Although it was flat, their children were there, and their fragile little lives were thriving.

Looking at Roland's painful expression, Sif bit her lip, put her arms around his neck, and let his ear rest on her lower abdomen.

"Well, listen for yourself."

Roland burst out laughing. This little creature was less than two months old and not even fully formed. How could it have a heartbeat?

But this doesn't bother him.

Extraordinary people have keen perception and can sense a small life even if it is in their belly.

Roland's expression changed instantly.

He could not feel the presence of life, and the quiet little palace was empty.

He really wanted to get to the bottom of the matter, but he knew that losing a child would be a greater blow to a mother, so he quickly hugged Sif and comforted her softly.

He finally understood why Sif was anxious.

She wants to have another child.

Without time to grieve for the lost child, Roland adjusted his emotions and charged forward again.

The two of them continued to toss and turn until late at night, until Sif could no longer bear it and begged for mercy.

Seeing Roland trying hard to suppress his sadness, Sif finally couldn't help laughing.

Roland: "."

Although elves don't have as deep a bond with their families as humans, there's no need to laugh at a time like this.

He didn't have the heart to blame Sif, but he also refused to join in her laughter.

Just as his face turned slightly blue, Sif leaned close to his ear and whispered softly:

"Silly, the little guy is on the Yinyue Ginkgo tree."

Roland was stunned for several seconds before finally reacting.

Sif used a method of childbirth that was once very popular among the elves: commissioned childbirth.

Elven women generally love beauty, and elven babies stay in their mothers' bodies much longer than humans, which means childbirth is extremely harmful to elven women. Most of the women who remain beautiful and slender until death have never given birth to children.

Once they give birth to offspring, at best their bodies will become deformed, or at worst they will miss the best window for cultivation and progress, and they will slow down step by step and become just another ordinary person in the tribe.

This is also the real reason why the elves have a low fertility rate.

Otherwise, given the elves' long lifespan and excellent physical fitness, the population would continue to expand even if a couple only had one child every twenty years.

People will always find a way out for themselves, and so will elves.

Between the pursuit of strength, maintaining beauty and reproducing offspring, they choose to compromise.

They entrust the important task of reproduction to the ancient ginkgo trees with which they are connected spiritually.

The young elves only need to enjoy themselves, and the trouble of bearing offspring will be borne by the ancient trees.

For the ginkgo trees, it is just a matter of giving away more nutrients, just like having a few more bunches of fruit, and they are willing to accept it.

After all, this is not free labor. In order to compensate them, the elves continuously improve the status of the ancient trees in the kingdom ruled by the elves.

The result of this change was that the elves' population continued to grow and their tribe became more prosperous.

But we are the split between blood elves and tree elves, and our race is heading towards decline.

Seeing Roland's slightly anxious expression, Sif explained softly, "Roland, I must ensure that I am always ready to fight. The long pregnancy period is too risky."

"I am the last royal bloodline of the elves, and you are the last great sage. Our children are far superior to other elves, and they also incorporate the advantages of humans. It will take at least three years for them to be conceived and born."

What Sif said was true. What else could Roland say? He could only hug his beloved wife and comfort her gently.

Although hanging an unborn child from a tree was a bit cold-blooded, they had no choice.

If Sif is really allowed to be pregnant for three years, she will become the most vulnerable link during these three years, and it will be more troublesome if she encounters danger.

Roland has a clear understanding of himself.

As long as he is alive, trouble will follow him like a shadow. This is the unique monster-attracting physique of the time traveler.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit strange, Sif stretched out her slender arms, put them around Roland's neck, and looked so gentle that it seemed as if she wanted to swallow Roland in one gulp.

Roland knew what she wanted, so he put his arms around her waist. Just as they were about to fight again, there was a slight vibration from the ground in the east.

Roland and Sif were both extraordinary beings with sharp senses, and they instantly realized that something had happened.

They quickly dressed and armored themselves, equipped themselves with weapons, and came to the terrace.

It was the darkest hour before dawn, and only a few street lights in Francis City were still emitting the light of dusk.

This is the darkest hour of the night, and also when people sleep the deepest.

But the person who was awakened did not feel tired at all.

They all looked towards the east.

The blazing flames lit up half the sky red.

The direction of the burning was exactly where the Pruden Kingdom was going to show off its skills to everyone tomorrow.

Some people gloated, but more people felt worried.

Who can bear the consequences of a city-destroying war machine going out of control?

Sif's expression became even uglier.

If something happens to Francis, the Hanseatic province bordering this side will not be able to escape either.

She and Roland looked at each other and could see the other's hidden worries.

Just as they were looking at each other, a figure flashed and Angelina came.

She looked at the flames rising into the sky in horror, her face pale.

"Cardinal, what happened? What should we do?"

"Angelina, it's not working hours now. You don't need to call me by my title. Just call me Roland."

Although the situation was not good, there was no point in worrying, so Roland simply used a joking tone to comfort the panicked Angelina.

However, he was the only one who could laugh, while everyone else was stunned.

Soon, Lisa also came.

Her performance was similar to Angelina's, confused and worried.

Just when everyone was worried, Alina also came.

She didn't even have time to get dressed and stood barefoot opposite Roland.

"Sorry, I'm late. The impromptu divination took a while."

"Is there any result?"

Roland asked directly without any time for greeting.

"Yes, an ancient disaster from the East is about to strike. I can only figure out that it is related to the powerful empire of the ancient era. I can't figure out anything else for now."

"I know the answer."

A clear voice sounded.

Christine was wearing a white gown trimmed with gold thread and also appeared barefoot.

It’s not that she doesn’t have time to wear shoes, but she follows her inner voice.

"Hugging the ground with your feet will give you a different feeling."

She never wore shoes again.

The stigmata were faintly visible on her smooth face, and she looked awe-inspiring and holy, like an angel.

Roland had a feeling that Christine's voice was also becoming more sacred.

"In the sun, war machines crushed the city.

In the dark night, tentacles of shadow weave a web.

In the deep sea, the awakening troll is ready to move.

Inside the temple, devout believers sang epic poems. "

Her voice is steady and clear, like the sound of nature.

Sif frowned slightly and couldn't help asking, "Is this a prophecy?"

"You can call it a prophecy, but I prefer to call it an oracle."

There was a bit more pity in Christine's eyes when she looked at Sif.

Sif suddenly felt that Christine's expression made her disgusted from the bottom of her soul.

She wasn't even that angry when Lisa and Alina were going to share Roland.

She soon realized that Christine's eyes were full of contempt and pity.

She also knew Christine's confidence.

There are four prophecies, and the elves are not among them.

Looking at Christine, who was almost floating with only her toes touching the ground, Sif couldn't help but say:

"If prophecy worked, astrologers would have ruled the world long ago."

She coldly connected the three sections of the spear, jumped up, and after a few leaps, she stood on the top of the tallest spire cathedral in the city.

There happens to be a statue of the goddess enshrined in the sanctuary.

Christine's face changed slightly.

Sif was expressing her disdain for her in this way, but she couldn't hold Sif accountable for the offense of being above the goddess statue.

After all, she didn't step on it directly.

Just when a flame was about to burst out between Sif and Christine, someone came to the rescue.

The roar was getting closer and the ground was shaking more and more.

The burning flames lit up the city.

War machines are coming.

Looking at the war machine that was a hundred meters tall and as terrifying as a hill, Roland sighed in his heart. No wonder the Kingdom of Pruden held a press conference for this thing at noon.

Because sooner or later something will happen.

Before the roar got closer, a giant black mechanical bird with a wingspan of over two hundred meters flew over the city with a scream.

Countless bombs fell with a harsh sound.

There is no need to aim because there are buildings and people everywhere.

Explosions rang out one after another, and the quiet city instantly turned into purgatory.

Screams, wails, and the sounds of collapsing houses played the tragic song of hell.

"Is this the welcome gift for the New Era?"

Roland dispelled the complaints in his heart, put back the double-headed eagle scepter he had taken out, and replaced it with the Hidden Moon Scepter that had not been used for some time.

"Sif, Lisa, Alina, prepare to fight."

Although the soul-blood link was banned by the referee and cannot be used, they have a very good understanding of each other and their fighting power will be doubled if they work together.

Just as Roland raised his scepter and shield, ready to fight, Angelina walked towards him after a slight hesitation.

Although she was panicking, she couldn't back down.

However, she was still a step too slow.

Christine walked leisurely between Roland and Sif, and said softly before Sif asked:
"The power of the Light Pentagram Formation is no less than that of the Soul and Blood Pentagram Formation. Only by forming the formation can we have a chance to stop the war machines."

"If you don't accept it, I will leave immediately."

Christine looked at Sif. She knew that Sif was the key to Roland's decision.

"I cannot sit by and watch innocent people being slaughtered. I am even willing to work with the devil to protect them."

Sif's eyes were firm.

These were the words Christine had been waiting for.

You think the followers of the Goddess of Light are devils, right? She remembered this offense.

Sif is willing to work with the devil to protect the innocent.

So does she.

The Scepter of Light slammed heavily to the ground, and a translucent pentagram array appeared out of thin air, extending outward from Christine's slender jade feet.

She stood in the center.

No one argued with her, after all, she was the core of the formation.

Roland took the initiative to step forward, stood in front of Christine, and raised the Holy Light Shield.

The sacred light is particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the milky white light.

If someone who doesn't know the truth saw this, they would definitely think that he was the most devout believer.

"Use the power of light to dispel the darkness, break!"

Christine waved her hand casually, and holy light emanated, blowing away the bomb dropped by the iron bird.

The first chapter of the apocalypse prophecy came at dawn on February 2, Year 2 of the Seventh Era.

(End of this chapter)