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 there to support him in the dark, he wouldn't be able to capture the few Darkin who managed to escape. That would be a miracle, a miracle created by the Darkin.

What he needs to do is very simple, just keep steady and don't act recklessly.

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

Very strong, but manageable.

If we don't form a formation, we are not stronger than him in a one-on-one fight.

Also at rank five, the Shadow High Senator is a powerful warrior who emerged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the dark side, but Roland and Christine also rose to the top in the Battle of White Mountain by stepping on powerful warriors of the same level.

There is no weakling who can survive the fourth return day of the Baishan auditions.

At least 30% of the Darkin's combat effectiveness comes from their ability to hide.

Regardless of their strength, most Darkborn prefer to hide in the dark and ambush others.

Unfortunately, they met Roland, a human who was even better at plotting against others.

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

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

Christine has an unusually keen sense of dark traits. In her eyes, nothing dark can escape her.

In just three days, she had marked over seventy lesser darkspawn and five true darkspawn.

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

This is not the Kingdom of Tyrol, it's a Darkin outpost.

If Queen Sissi had not rashly attacked Sophia, if Sophia had not launched a counterattack in anger, and given a few more years to hide and develop, we would have been in big trouble.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time.

There is still a chance for redemption.

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

How can he and Christine eliminate all the darkspawn with their combined strength?
In this regard, Christine, an expert in breaking through darkness, gave a clear answer.

"Impossible. It's totally impossible."

"First, we can defeat the high-ranking councillors, but it is difficult to kill them. Second, these secondary darkspawn have been corrupted by the dark seeds, and they can't turn back. Finally, even if we have the ability to wipe out the enemy, why would they gather together for us to kill?"

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

But Roland had different ideas.

"Under normal circumstances, it is indeed impossible. What if the crack is attacked?"

"Christine, don't worry about those secondary darkspawn for now. As long as we stake our claim on the rift, there are plenty of ways to deal with them. We only have to deal with two high-ranking councilors and their guards."

Roland's eyes were burning with madness, and he said calmly: "Even if there is only a possibility that the cracks will be destroyed, they dare not stand idly by."

He waved his hand, motioning Christine to come closer. Without saying anything, he gestured in the air with his fingertips and wrote down the action plan.

After all, this is a Darkin outpost, and mentioning too many keywords might lead to being targeted by the Void.

Looking at the action plan drawn by Roland in the air, Christine fell silent.

Roland's plan was quite simple. She would pretend to be a messenger of God and launch a divine attack on the crack, shaking the space around the crack.

Once the space around the crack is destroyed, spatial turbulence will form.

The good news is that the Darkin will definitely not be able to get through, but the bad news is that no one knows what will happen after the turbulence is formed, it is completely random.

If your luck is extremely bad, it is even possible to temporarily create an unstable passage to the divine realm.

Although serious strong men dare not easily set foot in the chaotic space cracks, and extraterritorial demons cannot enter the material plane other than their birthplace, it is still a bit crazy to do so.

If there happens to be an evil warrior above level three who is being hunted, and has no other options left, and rushes into the crack, it will be a disaster for the entire plane.

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

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

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

Christine was silent.

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

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 dismantled and exposed the Dark Base, and the consequences are self-evident.

She trusted Roland and gave him the choice.

Roland also placed his bets on Sophia.

The day of return is the pinnacle showdown of the returning strong, and it is also a racing game where life and death are at stake.

If you take one step faster, it is possible that all steps will be faster.

If there were no pressure from the Day of Return, the safer approach would naturally be to mobilize the coalition forces to enter Tyrol, round up all the suspicious persons, plug the cracks, and then find a way to seal them.

Whether the Darkin Pathfinder fled or resisted, the outcome was similar.

Even if they were forced to tear open the cracks, the Rodinia Alliance, with its numerous strong men, would be able to suppress them.

But there is no time now.

Mobilizing troops and experts requires coordination among all parties and takes time.

As long as the intelligence system of the Kingdom of Tyrol is not as incompetent as the former Sussex MI6, it will definitely be able to find clues.

It will be a tough battle then.

Although victory is a sure thing, the losses are immeasurable.

Resources and time are precious and should not be wasted.

So Roland made a plan that seemed risky but was actually necessary.

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

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

Infinitely refreshable stationery.

Auxiliary artifact [Endless Letter].

As long as they are within the range of the Rodinia continent, this artifact can communicate almost instantly.

It is indeed a divine tool. Only materials worth five million pounds are used to create a pager that can send text messages.

Roland was too tired to complain.

The power of technology is beyond imagination, but in the technological desert of Rodinia, such simple functions have to be achieved with artifacts.

He wrote his plan on a piece of letter paper and sent it over. After a not-too-long wait, Sophia responded with a simple "yes".

Roland wanted to complain about what this "um" meant, whether it was OK or not, so Sophia added:
"I have something to do first. I trust you to do the job. 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 is using his life as bait, so we have to get things clear.

"You can try to scold me, but 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 had to give up what he wanted to say.

He could only add one sentence.

"If emergency contact must be initiated, it is not my intention to curse."

After a long pause, Sophia finally responded.

"Yeah." This time Roland didn't want to complain anymore.

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

Although there was only one reinforcement, it was enough.

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

Night is the Darkin's home turf, and his chosen time of battle is noon.

At this time, the sun is shining and all things are 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.

I didn’t think too much about it at the time, but now I feel dizzy when I think about it.

If Sophia was bored enough, every word he and Sif said would be ruthlessly watched.

Cold sweat oozed from Roland's forehead.

He was cautious in his actions, and each of his letters was not too radical, so even if he was hijacked in the middle of the journey, it would not cause too bad an impact. But Sif was different.

At least when he first arrived at Fort St. Rurik, Sif's letters were very sharp.

She calls herself an old woman when she speaks, an old spinster when she closes her mouth, or she is a cold woman who lacks love. It's like picking up a bucket of salt and pouring it into Sophia's wounds.

Could Sophia have seen all these words?

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

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

Definitely not.

Given Sophia's vengeful character, if she really saw it, even if she didn't execute Sif herself for his sake, she would still take revenge.

However, it does not.

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

Roland wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a long breath, and lay back on the bed. He closed his eyes, and his frantic 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. It would be embarrassing to be overheard.

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

Rebirth Era, Year 3, March 22nd, this day is the most important festival for the Darkin.

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

There was no concept of calendar when he was born, 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 3.

No matter where they are, the darkin use their own way to commemorate the birth of the great darkin king for countless years on this day.

The darkspawn of Tyrol are no exception.

The two senior councillors wanted to keep quiet, but Menette disagreed.

He insisted on having a grand luncheon, but he wouldn't tell me why.

Although they didn't say it, the senior senators were not fools. They knew that Menette was trying to curry favor with the Lord of Darkness in this way.

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

They are celebrating the birthday of the Darkin King, and you are against it. Do you want to rebel?
Not only could they not object, they had to attend the banquet.

The banquet went very smoothly. All the Darkin and Lesser Darkin attended. The existence of the Darkin King was not mentioned at the banquet. They very obscurely used words like "great king" and "legend" to refer to the Darkin King.

The grand banquet, accompanied by delicious food and wonderful singing and dancing performances, made all the participants happy.

Some people disliked Menette, but few disliked the parties given by Menette.

Two high-ranking shadow councillors used disguises to conceal their identities and had no choice but to participate in the banquet. They did not take the upper seats at the banquet, did not speak, and were completely invisible.

After the banquet, the darkin went to the rift and offered sincere blessings to the darkin king.

As they performed the ritual, Roland and Christine observed the Shadow Rift in a nearby mansion.

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

“It’s hard to think of it beforehand, but it makes sense when you analyze it afterwards.”

Christine said calmly, "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 cannot reach here, and not many extraordinary people are interested in music. It happens to be a blind spot."

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

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

Extraordinary people cannot fly before entering the third level of the Holy Realm, and only a few lucky ones in the Holy Realm can fly through special means.

Flying freely without the help of wings, this is the power of the divine realm.

He was somewhat curious about what Christine would do.

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

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

At the moment the holy light comes on, the sun's rays will be slightly suppressed.

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

Wings of light spread out behind her, flapping rhythmically.

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

However, Roland knew that this was fake and was a special effect.

If someone had the guts to use a simple purification or dispel on Christine, she would be smashed down hard by gravity.

But her posture was so much like that of a messenger of God that it instantly stunned everyone.

A high-pitched voice sounded.

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

In the crowd, the faces of two high-ranking councillors turned dark instantly, and they felt bitter.

Others may think that they can attack or defend, and at worst they can jump into the crack and escape. But only they themselves know that the crack is one-way.

There may be other ways to enter the dark side, but not here.

They either had to beat Christine to death or run away, or die if they couldn't do either.

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

Fight!

Just as Christine was taking 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, new news came from the endless letter.

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

Seeing Sophia's reply, Roland was stunned.

Christine's movements were too fast, and Sophia's delay was a bit too long.

It’s too late to say you can’t come now that the work has already started!
Roland didn't bother to talk nonsense and directly picked up the scepter, ready to fight to the death.

The annihilation operation has been cancelled, and the victory has been transferred!
Perhaps because she felt it was a bit unfair to cancel the message, Sophia's second message arrived very quickly.

"Your wife is also in Tyrol. If the action has already been taken, she will take action. Go for it." (End of this chapter)