in the name of the queen.

Although Sophia stood him up, Roland was not too panicked, and even felt more at ease.

Sif is here. She is not as strong as Sophia, but she will not have any other intentions.

The worst outcome is to break through and then lead the mobile force to fight back.

In short, saving Christine is a victory.

Of course, he still cursed Sophia in his heart.

If he wanted to cancel the contract, he should have said so earlier. He would never let Christine go out to send it off openly.

Roland did not look for Sif, he believed in her.

She will judge the timing of her actions and act accordingly.

Now it's his turn.

Christine's appearance like a messenger of God did indeed scare many people, but after seeing Christine's face clearly, the dark descendants instantly became furious.

It turned out that the person who came was not a messenger of God, but someone who came to cause trouble.

A high-ranking Shadow Councillor pointed at Christine and roared, "Light running dog, die!"

Light and darkness are opposing attributes, and Christine came directly to block the door and destroy the house. It would be strange for them to have a good attitude.

Seeing the critical situation, the two surviving high-priced councillors simply stopped pretending and directly started the dark ritual to ensure the safety of the rift.

First, keep the crack, and then kill this ignorant guy.

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

The green-faced councillor led the elite darkin warriors to rush forward to kill people, while the white-faced councillor led a group of lesser darkin to disperse and be on guard.

Unless Christine is crazy, there is no way she would come here alone to die.

There must be someone behind her.

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

The Green-Faced Councillor is more powerful in combat and is one of the few Dark Indigen who is completely unafraid of light, so he is the one who is responsible for the killing mission.

After being tricked by Christine on the Arctic glacier last time, the two congressmen hated her to the core and wanted to kill her with their own hands.

Now that there is an opportunity, I will certainly not 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 whole city of Tyrol was shrouded in a dark sky, and the sunny Tyrol instantly turned into a city of twilight.

The residents in the city looked up at the sky in horror, not knowing what was happening for a moment.

At this time, several secondary Darkspawn who mixed into the crowd began brainwashing tactics.

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

Although the dark miracle sounded a bit scary, the residents did not fall into panic.

The dark attribute sounds evil, but it is equally powerful.

Many people assume that the power of evil attributes is stronger, and this is indeed the case in many cases.

Even if it is dark, as long as you are on your side, it will be a strong black light.

In short, it is a good thing that the Lord of Darkness has brought down a miracle.

This is a miracle!

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

A miracle is almost a necessary prerequisite for a crown to fall from the sky.

The Kingdom of Jin Yuan abolished the monarchy and re-elected Alina as the emperor. This was just a restoration of the divine imperial power and did not require a miracle to happen again.

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

If they can unify the core areas of the former 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 Pruden Kingdom is slightly inferior to theirs, its military strength is stronger.

It would take more than one or two generations to annex the Kingdom of Pruden.

Either the country has a powerful ruler from generation to generation, or there is civil strife in the Kingdom of Prudentia, one of the two must happen.

Except for miracles.

The coming of miracles represents the divine right of emperors.

Everyone was excited.

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

Several countries in the former Odin Empire region have the obsession of restoring the glory of the empire, but some countries are relatively weak and some things are just thoughts.

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

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

Although the people do not know how many benefits and disadvantages the upgrading of a kingdom to an empire will bring, they still habitually yearn for it.

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

They also want pride and honor!

The Lord of Darkness has come to perform miracles, so just convert to darkness, it’s no big deal.

The crowd's enthusiasm was aroused, and looking at their excited expressions, the secondary darkin who was responsible for inciting emotions was also a little confused.

Isn't this just their deception, but the voice of the masses?
A large number of people walked towards the square in front of the concert hall in the dim light.

The scale of this square is in no way inferior to the square in the Sussex Empire that can accommodate 100,000 people.

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

Roland didn't expect that the activation of Dark Sky would cause such enthusiasm among the crowd.

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

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

At least five powerful men of the fifth rank are fighting here. It is impossible to save the concert hall. How many of these onlookers will be accidentally injured?
Roland felt a little bit reluctant, so he made a final effort and yelled at the onlookers.

"Get away from here! This is about to become a battlefield. Get out of here immediately if you don't want to die!"

Roland's voice was so loud and clear that it almost pierced the eardrums of the crowd.

His reminder made many people realize that this kind of excitement was not worth watching.

After seeing Christine's mighty posture like a god's messenger descending to earth, some people realized that this was a battle between extraordinary people, and watching the excitement was also risky.

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

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

After all, mountains are made up of layers of hard rock, while cities have many weak points, and bricks, stones and wood are not as strong as mountains.

Some people wanted to leave the square, while others rushed in to watch the fun.

Despite the efforts of soldiers and police to maintain order, the stampede occurred.

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

As people fell, the stampede spread like dominoes.

Amid screams, the onlookers frantically pushed and shoved those who were trying to stop them.

Those walking out of the square shouted at the top of their lungs, trying to persuade their compatriots to turn back.

The square is not a miracle, but a battlefield of slaughter!
But their shouting only made those who wanted to go in more curious.

Killing Fields? There is something so exciting and exciting? Let me see!
The first lesser darkspawn to fall was a surprise attack from Roland from behind.

No one expected that the Paladin would backstab, and use a reinforced giant scepter.

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

With one blow of the stick, even if the dragon dares to resist, it will be hit in the head.

Even Sophia didn't dare to resist, but this exciting Darkin confidently took it with the back of his head.

He didn't even let out a scream before Roland smashed his head, his brains splattered, and he died instantly.

After Roland appeared, the white-faced congressman immediately came to greet him.

The supporter behind Christine is Roland. Now that Roland appears, what are we waiting for?
The pure-blooded Darkin hiding in the shadows appeared.

There are also many races within the dark race, and none of them are relatively weak, such as the sons of darkness, white demons, green demons, blood demons, succubi and many other races.

Among them, the Sons of Darkness are the direct descendants of the King of Darkin, with the purest bloodline, and are the royal family of the Darkin.

The blood demon is proficient in combat, the succubus is weaker in combat but good at charm and spatial perception, and has the highest survival rate when crossing a rift.

The Green Demons are the main force of the Darkin, with the largest number and a mixed bag of good and bad.

White mages are above Green mages in status and have greater potential, but at the cost of weaker fertility.

These five ethnic groups are the five pillars of the Darkin.

Among them, the succubus is responsible for external expansion, the green magic is the cornerstone of the tribe, the white magic is the middle force, and the sons of darkness are small in number and mainly hold senior positions.

As for the blood demon.
They are the only group on the dark side that does not believe in darkness.

No one except the Darkin King knows their origins, let alone their number, but even the craziest Darkin will retreat when they see the Blood Demon.

They are all bloodthirsty war maniacs who only obey orders out of respect for the Darkin King's strength.

All this knowledge came from the insider Menette, which gave Roland a new understanding of the Darkin.

His knowledge base also expanded with the update of intelligence on the Darkin tribe, and he also obtained several soul card medals.

The soul cards of the Knowledgeable Route were already covered with medals, and the variety was so rich that even Xunzong was envious when he saw them.

Roland had no 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, without causing any damage.

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

Roland attacked from the outside, preparing to help Christine break out. Fortunately, no blood demon appeared today, otherwise
Before he could finish celebrating, Roland saw a blood mist erupting in the square out of the corner of his eye, and he felt a little overwhelmed.

Damn, how could there be a blood demon?
The difficulty for blood demons to cross the rift is the highest among all darkborn groups.

Especially the blood demon in the blood shadow form will be torn apart by the rules of space when passing through the cracks.

Unless one is powerful enough to override the rules of space, it cannot be crossed.

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

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

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

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

Human beings are the most intelligent creatures in the world and the most advanced animals. Human blood is naturally the best nutrient solution for blood demons.

To cultivate such a blood demon, the blood of at least tens of thousands of people is needed.

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

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

He suddenly remembered that the Kingdom of Tyrol was the largest buyer of slaves in the southern continent.

After all, the Kingdom of Tyrol is a country in the "civilized world", and if a large number of people disappear, it will definitely cause a shock.

They became 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 a sudden death would be too kind to Queen Sissi.

Before breaking out, he decided to launch a powerful attack to teach these damn Darkin a lesson.

He summoned a weapon of holy light.

The Paladin's exclusive skill materializes the holy light and is used for defense and offense.

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 turned into a holy light spear and flew out.

The super laser gun, which was at least forty meters long, pierced into the concert hall like a cone.

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

This is a supreme treasure in the field of human art and a holy temple in the hearts of the Tyrolean people.

But in war no one cares about that.

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 concert hall's historical status in the literary and artistic world.

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

The solid walls constructed of bluestone and granite could barely withstand this horrific attack, but other building materials simply could not.

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

The underground palace appeared.

A deep, dark vortex was spinning quietly in the center of the underground palace, out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere, like silver lines engraved on the girl's smooth skin, hideous and ugly.

"Roland, lend me your strength!"

Christine, still floating in the air, kicked away a deadly long spear, firing some arrows with an anxious sound.

She needs strength.

The power bestowed by the goddess was indeed strong, but it was too strong to be precise enough.

She was worried that the coming of light would cause more damage than darkness.

Light is merciful. At least it should not cause a disaster equivalent to a city massacre.

Roland's secondary occupation is Paladin. Sacred power is the closest to light and can even be used directly in most cases.

She can absorb Roland's power perfectly.

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

Holy energy surged upward at an alarming speed, and the light surrounding the floating Christine was gradually expanding.

As the light spread, the people in the square finally saw the truth beneath the dark sky.

Regardless of whether this dark power comes from the Lord of Darkness, it is not a miracle, but more like an evil summoning ritual.

People who were closer to the concert hall saw deep cracks in time and space and felt fear and chill spreading from the soles of their feet to their entire bodies.

People who were farther away from the concert hall also felt that something was wrong.

The loyal and brave soldiers began to evacuate the crowd and organize them to leave in an orderly manner.

If they could do that, the stampede wouldn't have had dire consequences.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

There is also a blood demon in the square.

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

The strength of inferior blood demons is not inferior to that of high-level blood demons. They just don’t have brains, not strength.

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

It replenishes its lost energy through killing and continues to grow stronger through killing.

Just as the innocent people fell into despair, a gentle breeze blew through the square.

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

The green light fell on the blood demon and blended in quietly, as if it were an illusion.

The blood demon did not notice the green light.

After all, it doesn't feel pain, doesn't get tired, and doesn't have a brain.

It was just some harmless green light, which could not stop the blood demon from killing.

Kill, kill, kill!

As the killing continued, the blood demon's speed was increasing at an incredible rate.

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

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

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

"burst!"

A light scolding sounded.

The incarnation of beauty walked out from the increasingly dense green light, and landed barefoot on the bricks and stones of the square, spotless and lovely white.

Sif's appearance was just right.

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

It is not difficult to purify the blood demons, but the difficult part is 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 torturing.

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

Green spread inside the blood demon's body, and as the detonation order was given, it was blown into a bloody mess, which was then completely absorbed by the moss in a quick and satisfied manner.

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

The two high-ranking councillors were no match for Roland and Christine, and as their attributes were suppressed, they were soon at a disadvantage.

They had no way to escape and could only fight to the death. Not long after, one of them was killed.

Faced with such a great victory, Sif did not smile at all.

Because Roland was injured, the high-ranking councillor, knowing that he was doomed, self-destructed. Under the shock wave, the first to be hit was naturally Christine who was floating in the air.

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

Roland is bleeding!
Sif's sanity disappeared as the blood spurted 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 broke out.

"Excellent, I think we should talk."

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

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

Sif was furious and didn't give the White Demon any time to waste his time. Her spear tore through time and space, appearing in front of the White Demon like lightning and stabbing his throat.

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

He is not a pervert who would expose his clothes in public, but he has other reasons to rely on.

Under his outer robe was a bundle of explosive devices.

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

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

"Once the [chain] is activated, it can continue to spread. The energy that bursts out instantly exceeds the traditional cognition of mankind. 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 in a miraculous way."

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

The smugness in Bai Mo's eyes could not be concealed.

Sif's face turned pale with anger, as pale as that of a white devil. She knew she couldn't act on impulse, so she kept silent and let Roland do it.

Seeing that Roland did not object, the White Demon restrained his frivolous smile and said calmly:
"No one can stop the Darkin from returning, not even the gods. As long as you can keep the rift, you can set the other conditions." (End of this chapter)