in the name of the queen.

The negotiations between Roland and Milones ended quickly.

The general direction has been determined, and the two sides can only argue over insignificant details, so the process is very fast.

After all, it is a major matter that concerns the future of the world. We must have an attitude in negotiations and cannot reach an agreement casually.

After the agreement was finalized, no written records were left.

Who of such an influential person would be willing to sign such a shameful agreement?
If something happens in the future, it will prove your identity as a traitor/secret traitor, and there will be no way to wash it off.

The only thing that can guarantee the implementation of this agreement is strength.

This fragile agreement is based on checks and balances between the Dark Lord and Sophia.

If the power gap between the two sides is too great, they can easily destroy each other and any agreement will be useless.

The agreement is only valid until it is torn up.

Even in peacetime, when there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides, the agreement cannot protect the weak, such as the city-state of Val in the past.

Sophia felt that they had no need to exist, so they died.

Roland and Sif thought that supporting them would be helpful in dealing with Sophia, and they lived again.

As for their own opinions, they don't matter at all.

As for the agreement, a rough framework is enough.

After a fierce struggle between Roland and Milones, the agreement stipulated that the Darkin must completely withdraw from the continent of Rodinia, and Sophia generously handed over the Southern Continent that she didn't want to the Darkin.

During the Age of the Gods, the existing continents were still a connected whole, and the home of the Darkin was the current Southern Continent after the drift of the plates.

Although he was somewhat unhappy about being driven out of the civilized world, Milones did not object.

The great Demon Emperor is as powerful as the peak Sophia, but he is the Demon Emperor, and he dare not disobey Sophia.

The Dark Indigen believe in the idea that the strong are respected. Milones does not think there is anything wrong with Sophia's tyranny. He even thinks Sophia is too kind.

As long as he can return home, Milones doesn't care whether the civilization of the southern continent is developed.

He even thought it was better for the local natives to be ignorant, as it would be easier for them to develop secondary dark races.

The only question is how this space crack migrates?

Since Sophia didn't say anything, he didn't dare to ask.

Just as he was hesitating whether to ask Roland for help, Roland's expression suddenly became serious.

"The great Saint Sophia is coming soon. Be prepared to welcome her."

Milones hurriedly put down the warhammer in his hand, lowered his hands, and waited with his head bowed respectfully.

In the dark world where the strong are respected, strong people like Sophia can give orders at will, and Milones dare not disobey a super strong person whose strength is comparable to that of the Demon King.

He didn't know that although Sophia's current strength was stronger than him and Roland, it was only limited.

Sophia has already determined her future path, but she has to give up her past peak and start from scratch.

It turns out that the term immediately has a very broad scope.

It could be a minute, or it could be a long time.

Anyone who often waits for their leader to inspect their work knows how long this wait is.

Of course Sophia could come right away, but she had already lied to Roland that she had something to do, so she couldn't just say she would be here right away.

It’s better not to talk about things like sitting in the cafe across the street and watching a play.

Sophia simply went out for a walk and then floated back from hundreds of miles away.

After waiting for about an hour, the queen, who had walked hundreds of miles from the opposite side of the square, finally arrived.

"Sorry, I seem to be late."

Sophia said expressionlessly.

The tone did not sound like an apology, but rather a reminder to those present that the matter of being late was over and there was no need to mention it again.

Of course Roland would not mention it. Although he was a little annoyed by the one-hour wait and felt a little uncomfortable being stood up by Sophia, he knew that Sophia always pretended to be reasonable and he should not take her seriously.

He watched Milones's reaction from the corner of his eye.

If the third dark archon showed any impatience, his evaluation of Milones would be lowered significantly.

But Milones did not, his respect was not something he could feign.

"Dear"

Milones was about to speak when he suddenly realized that he had encountered a big problem: how should he address Sophia?

"Ms. Sophia."

Fortunately, Sophia didn't want to make things difficult for him and helped him solve the problem.

The titles used in formal occasions are very particular.

In civilized human societies, all countries generally address her as [Her Majesty Sophia], and her subjects will simply address her as Her Majesty.

The only exception is Roland, who can be addressed by name.

In addition to Roland, there was another outlier who even dared to call Sophia "old maid", a nickname that was obviously discriminatory.

Let Milones call her Ms. Sophia, which seems respectful but is actually distant.

She didn't even want to acknowledge the Darkspawn as members of the human race, so they could only be addressed as Ms. Sophia.

Milones was, after all, a mature diplomat and a senior dark-side official, and he was well aware of the alienation inherent in the title.

But he still accepted it obediently.

He bowed to Sophia, and said in a very humble manner, "Great Lady Sophia, His Majesty the Demon King asked me to say hello to you. He also wanted to ask if the agreement we made back then is still valid?"

Milones was a little nervous.

Although the question was asked politely, it still had a bit of a questioning tone. It was still unclear whether Sophia was willing to give face to the Demon Emperor.

Sophia's slightly narrowed eyes were filled with the breath of destruction, which made Milones shudder.

Just when the Dark Emissary was about to collapse, Sophia said calmly: "The agreement is valid, but it is only applicable to Tia and others. Dak and I were not friends before, and we will not be friends in the future."

Dark is the Demon Emperor's real name.

She was a powerful being of the same level as the Demon King back then, so calling him Dark came out smooth, but it frightened Milones.

It was the first time he heard the Demon King's real name, and he quickly knelt on one knee, silently repenting to the dark side.

The Demon King's position in the hearts of the Darkin is much higher than that of the Goddess in the hearts of ordinary religious believers. After all, the Goddess is far away in the realm of God, while the Demon King is right beside.

The gods in the sky are naturally inferior to the demigods around them.

Sophia no longer paid attention to Milones. She came to the space crack and looked at the space that had loosened under Christine's attack. She frowned slightly and observed carefully.

Just when Milones felt his heartbeat was about to suffocate, Sophia casually raised her hand and lightly tapped it, and the inky aura enveloped the space crack.

"It's just a coordinate to anchor the Theia plane."

Sophia made her judgement.

Milones was stunned. Before he had time to digest Sofia's explanation, he saw Sofia cutting the crack and the surrounding space as if she was tearing down a house.

The spatial crack that held the hopes of countless Darkin was disconnected from the surrounding space and fell straight to the ground.

The dark crack didn't break, but Milones' heart was broken. Is the space crack that is disconnected from the surrounding space still useful? Sophia said this is the coordinate, what if she made a mistake?
He now just hoped that he would faint on the spot, but he couldn't do it.

There was even a hint of crying in his trembling voice.

"Ms. Sophia, this is... this is..."

"I'll take it down and give it to you."

Sophia looked at Milones as if he were an idiot.

"If my judgment is correct, as long as we take the rift to the southern continent and place it in a place with the strongest dark aura, traffic will be restored in a few months at most."

"The so-called crack is just to determine the destination of the passage through space."

Milones finally couldn't help asking, "Ms. Sophia, what if you guess wrong? Will there be any serious consequences?"

"It's nothing, it's just that there are no Darkin on the final day of return." Sophia seemed to be talking about a trivial matter.

Milones finally couldn't hold back and spit out a mouthful of blood, his face looking as ugly as a green devil.

He endured and endured, and finally swallowed his anger.

He angrily picked up the space crack body that had lost its support and turned pitch black, his eyes dull, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Seeing his distraught look, Roland kindly reminded him:

"Mr. Milones, now that things have come to this, there is no point in making random guesses. I suggest you take a boat out to sea immediately and find a suitable place to settle in the southern continent."

"I can send a fleet to escort you."

Milones finally recovered from his dizziness. He looked at Roland with gratitude, but still rejected Roland's kindness.

He didn't think that any enemy other than Sophia could pose a substantial threat to him.

He was even less willing to accept the kindness from Sophia's camp.

The Darkin also have backbone!

He shook his head slowly, called out to the few surviving native Darkspawn, and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he looked back at the ruins of the concert hall, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

I have been in the Kingdom of Tyrol for some time. Compared with the dark side with its harsh living environment, this place is simply a paradise.

Here he eats delicious food and drinks spicy drinks, enjoys the glory brought by power, and can hug delicious human girls on both sides. This life is simply wonderful.

Although women are just embellishments to his life, the embellishments on the Theia plane are more beautiful.

He was lustful, but never touched Queen Sissi.

Although Queen Sissi conforms to human aesthetics and was the most beautiful woman in the world in her previous generation, in the eyes of Milones she was nothing more than a high-class prostitute.

He is a noble dark royal!

His marriage partners can only come from the highest-ranking families among the White Demon clan.

Succubus? Get as far away as you can.

These guys who rely on absorbing male puffs to increase their strength, although they look pretty good, the aura they exude is disgusting.

The dark royal family has keen senses and can clearly smell the stench on the succubus. It is not the body odor, but the filth from the soul.

But human girls are different, they are much cleaner.

This is the real reason why Milones didn't touch Queen Sissi. It was not because he wanted to keep himself clean or to be considerate of personal feelings, but because he simply felt that she was inferior to human girls.

The feeling of being in the human kingdom was so wonderful that he had long regarded the Kingdom of Tyrol as his second home.

Life in Tyrol was happy and he had no desire to return to the dark side.

This time when I left Tyrol, I always felt a sense of sadness of leaving my hometown.

But he had to go. The entire Rodinia continent was Sophia's forbidden territory. Any struggle for power among humans was an internal conflict and had nothing to do with him as an outsider.

Holding the teleportation coordinates and taking the darkin survivors with him, Milones called a carriage and prepared to leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the lesser dark descendants who were left behind felt a little panicked.

Different countries have different ways of dealing with traitors, but traitors like them will definitely not have a good ending.

Thinking of the fate of being tied to the stake and used as barbecue ingredients, the lesser dark descendants began to tremble in fear.

Of all the lesser darkspawn, only Menette was confirmed to have escaped.

Make the right choice at the critical moment and decisively turn against the enemy, and you will have wealth and glory in the future.

Seeing that she was about to be abandoned, a charming female lesser darkborn in her thirties rushed over in a rage to hold onto Milones' thigh, her chest trembling against Milones' back, and she whispered in her ear in a gentle voice:

"Master Milo, am I not serving you seriously enough? Please take me away. I am willing to do anything for you."

Milones' expression froze, and he resisted the urge to curse, and asked coldly:
"Are you willing to do anything?"

Seeing the improvement, the charming woman nodded frantically.

Seeing her anxious look, Milones nodded and asked loudly: "Please use the method you think is correct to prove the Nogano conjecture or the Waldemar conjecture."

The female lesser darkspawn looked up at Milones, and after confirming that it was no joke, she shook her head blankly.

"Master Milo, I don't even understand what you are talking about. How can you prove it?"

"So you were lying, deceiving the great Darkin royal family, damn it!"

With the word "damn" as his sentence, the warhammer in Milones' hand smashed down like lightning, smashing the lesser darkin's head directly.

As she fell, the lesser darkspawn who had originally wanted to come up and ask for an explanation were dumbfounded.

Lord Milo was indeed unwilling to accept them.

Little did they know that Milones certainly wanted to take them away, he just didn't dare.

Sophia is right here, and he raped and took the man away in front of her. Isn't this seeking death?

Milones apologized to Roland and Sophia for the confusion, and then set off again.

He originally thought that no one would object, but a young man suddenly rushed out, hugged Milones' thigh tightly, and shouted confidently:
"Milones, do you want to sell us out in exchange for your own position?"

Milones looked down at the person hugging his thigh. He had swollen bags under his eyes. He was indeed a guy who was good at enjoying life and came from a good family.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't remember the guy's name.

In short, I can’t answer it.

He simply swung his iron fist and knocked the begging Darkin away with one punch.

"roll!"

He left without looking back, leaving the lesser darkspawn standing there in a daze.

The lesser darkborn was somewhat unwilling to accept this. He shouted at Milones, "Lord Milones, have you forgotten those experiences of being able to control your power?"

Milones stopped but did not look back. He just said calmly before leaving:

"I have discussed this with Sophia. You must go through the liquidation process, but unless the crime is extremely serious, the punishment for others will be reduced."

"If you want to get ashore sooner, then expose the others to Roland as soon as possible."

In short, the number of people who can go ashore is very leisurely. According to the principle of eleven draws and kills, at least one in ten people will be executed.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Roland quietly approached Sophia and told her that he was going to carry out the 11-shot interrogation. Sophia couldn't help but whispered a reminder:
"Killing only nine out of ten people, isn't that a bit too lenient?" (End of this chapter)