in the name of the queen.

Something happened to Sif!
Roland woke up suddenly, his heart pounding.

He had just taken a nap with his hands on his chin when he saw a familiar figure hesitating in a daze in the endless sea of ​​annihilation.

Even though it was just a vague shadow, he recognized it as Sif at a glance!

His throat was so dry that even a few sips of water couldn't stop it.

He gradually recalled the time when he saw Sif in his dream.

At that time, she was not in a complete state. Her body and feet were cut off and separated, and her consciousness was not complete.

He once thought that the elf Sif and Sif were two people.

Later, Sif found her feet, restored her flawless body, and her strength improved by leaps and bounds.

He also felt that Sif had recovered and was whole again, with no regrets.

The nightmare just now awakened many dusty memories. He dug out some fragments from the depths of his memory and remembered what the elf Sif once said.

"If you want to resurrect me, you must cross the River Styx, pass through Hell, pick up the shattered spiritual body fragments in the deepest part of the Sea of ​​Annihilation, splice them together, and re-give soul and body."

Some fragments of Sif's soul are still left there.

He should have remembered this, but this memory was sealed inexplicably until the nightmare just now awakened him.

In a flash, all of Roland's memories were connected together, and he rushed out of the room and ran towards the magic teleportation array.

He had to see Sif quickly. Now, immediately!

He was very fast and would not consider any cost at this time, but Sheffield Castle was far away from the big city after all. He rushed out of the teleportation array and ran for a full hour before arriving.

When he rushed into the Queen's bedroom and found Sif, she was lying there quietly, her well-proportioned and plump body wrapped in a velvet quilt, as if she was sleeping soundly.

But Roland knew very well that Sif's soul had left her body and she was now just an empty shell.

He couldn't sense Sif's presence at all, but she was just lying there quietly.

How to do?
If it were a fairy tale, the prince's kiss could wake up the sleeping beautiful princess, but this is the real world.

Roland's heart was beating wildly. He tried desperately to warn himself, calm down, and start thinking of a solution.

As soon as he began to recall the little things he had experienced with Sif, he stopped imagining and made a firm decision.

Sif must be saved, and any hesitation for even a second would be a blasphemy to this relationship.

If Sif didn't exist, the world would be destroyed.

To save people, he alone is not enough, he needs help.

Roland found Lisa first.

Although there were many troubles in the Magic Empire and Lisa couldn't even abdicate like others to seek leisure, she did not hesitate at all when faced with Roland's request for help.

"I will go with you!"

"No, you have to stay and take good care of her body. Only you can control the Garden of Eden." Roland said calmly.

"But." Lisa was still worried.

"No buts. I'll ask other people for help." Roland interrupted Lisa's hesitation.

Since Roland had made the decision, Lisa naturally would not object.

The Garden of Eden preserves many species and is suitable for the survival of various creatures.

This is the apocalyptic ark that a certain magic emperor built with all the resources in the country. Even its name was taken from a paradise in a certain religious book.

Sif's body is stored most safely here.

In addition to Sif's body, the bodies of Roland and other helpers will also be stored here.

Roland was the second one to find Alina.

When he hurried over, Alina had been waiting for a long time.

"Something happened to Sif. I have to save her. I need help!"

He briefly explained the whole story and immediately asked Alina for help.

He believed that Alina would readily agree. After all, he had helped her so many times. Although this trip was very dangerous, Roland really needed her.

However, Alina calmly shook her head and said, "If I go with you, it's possible that I will never come back."

Roland was stunned.

He never dreamed that Alina would reject him. Anger was surging in his chest, and just as he was about to explode, he suddenly shuddered.

Alina is not that kind of person. If she was afraid of death, she would not have bound her soul and flesh to him.

If he got angry rashly, Alina would only feel that he didn't understand her.

Roland took a deep breath, sat down opposite Alina, poured himself a glass of water, and asked in a deep voice:

"I'm very confused now and need your advice."

"Roland, if you want to go to the Sea of ​​Annihilation, you must pass through the Styx and Hell. The biggest threat to the Styx is the ferryman, but you don't need to take a boat, you can wait for an opportunity to cross."

"The real difficulty lies in the Chief Judge, a guy whose power is close to that of a god. If you are caught by him, there will be no chance of winning even if I help you."

Roland frowned slightly. "So we can only rely on luck?"

"Of course not. Stargazers never believe in luck. According to my experience, if something can get bad, it will most likely turn out like this. If you cross the Styx with a fluke mentality, you will most likely be caught by the judge."

Alina explained calmly.

Roland was a little confused. Since he couldn't rely on luck and Alina didn't intend to help, what should he do?
"Sophia, only she can."

Although she didn't want to admit it, Alina still openly acknowledged Sophia's strength.

"The suppression of power by the laws of the universe is limited to the material plane. In the underworld, Sophia can exert her full strength. Only she has the opportunity to suppress the Chief Judge."

"As for the Netherworld, I don't know much about it. You can only explore it yourself."

"Given Sophia's personality, I'm afraid the most she would agree to is going with you, so."

This conclusion made Alina feel humiliated. She didn't want to admit that she was not as strong as Sofia, but it was a fact.

Looking for Sophia?
If he had a choice, Roland really didn't want to look for her. But Alina was right. In the underworld, Sophia could fully exert her combat power. Unless the gods came, she was invincible.

After saying goodbye to Alina, Roland went to Fort St. Rurik again.

Back at the Summer Palace, Sophia was visibly surprised to see Roland had clearly lost his composure.

"You rarely come to see me in such a short interval. Tell me, what's the matter?"

"I need your help. I'm willing to pay any price!" Roland made the request straight to the point.

He introduced Sif's situation in the simplest terms, and then looked at Sophia calmly.

To be fair, his relationship with Sophia is more like that of allies and partners.

If there wasn't enough benefit, Sophia could have simply refused.

After all, to go to the Sea of ​​Annihilation, one must experience triple death, and it is uncertain whether one can come back. Sophia has no reason to take the risk.

Sophia obviously didn't expect Roland to make such a request.

She wanted to refuse outright. After all, she just liked fighting, not death, and she would not take meaningless risks.

After a simple weighing of the pros and cons, she slowly said, "I'll go with you. Remember, you owe me a favor."

Roland looked at Sophia in surprise and nodded quickly. How could he dare to bargain at this time?

Could a favor, no matter how big, be more important than Sif's life? As long as Sophia was willing to help, he would give her whatever she wanted.

Sophia has not been in charge of domestic affairs for many years, so she can leave whenever she wants, which is convenient.

But she refused to place her body in the Garden of Eden.

"I will enter the underworld in physical form."

"You will be discovered." Roland reminded softly.

"I will kill anyone who stops me." Sophia made the decision in an unquestionable tone.

Although this was reckless, Roland knew that this was Sophia's bottom line, so he stopped talking nonsense and quickly shut up.

The political arena of the Vladimir Empire has already belonged to the young. Not only Sophia has stayed away from politics, but even Angelina and Sakhalin have retired and lived in seclusion.

Roland has a lot of things to arrange. Although he is no longer the Prime Minister of the Six Nations, he still has to worry about the development of the alliance.

Apart from these mundane affairs, he had to see Christine.

The only disagreement they have is when it comes to the Goddess of Light; they can always agree on other matters.

It would be inappropriate not to discuss such an important matter with her.

When Roland appeared in the Holy City, Christine didn't seem surprised by his arrival and just looked at him quietly.

"Roland, you are upset. Come and pray and calm down first."

Roland wanted to say that he was not in the mood, but he could not refuse Christine's enthusiasm, so he found a place to sit next to her and closed his eyes casually, but his thoughts had already drifted to the Sea of ​​Annihilation.

Perhaps he was too worried or too tired, Roland actually fell asleep while praying.

When he opened his eyes, he was actually lying on the mat, sleeping on Christine's thighs.

This posture is suitable for couples in love, but it is a bit disrespectful to the virgin Pope.

Roland was about to stand up, but Christine pressed her hand on his cheek.

"Get some more sleep, you look exhausted."

Since Christine didn't mind, Roland naturally had no reason to refuse. He smelled a faint fragrance on the Pope, and he didn't know whether it was the smell of his body or the fragrance of his bath.

In this slightly strange atmosphere, he soon fell asleep again.

No nightmares, no disturbances, he slept soundly.

It was not until noon the next day that he slowly woke up.

After thanking Christine, he finally got the chance to explain why he was about to go on a long journey.

When Christine heard the name of the underworld, her expression did not change at all; when she heard the word Hell, she frowned slightly; when Roland mentioned the Sea of ​​Annihilation, her expression finally changed, and her voice trembled a little.

"Don't go!"

Perhaps she felt that this statement was too imperative, so she changed her tone to a slightly softer one, "Roland, there is nothing in the Sea of ​​Annihilation. It is an empty and lonely space with countless entrances but no fixed exit. Anything that enters the Sea of ​​Annihilation will be eroded by time and become the most primitive fragments."

“It’s more like a garbage disposal site than hell.”

Christine couldn't help but persuade him, "Roland, you still have Lisa, Alina, and many other people worth cherishing. If you get lost in the Sea of ​​Annihilation, what will you do with them?"

"They all support me." Roland said in a deep voice.

"you!"

Kristine was choked and speechless. She bit her lip, her eyes slightly red. "Do I have to go?"

"Of course I have to go. I have to go if Sif is trapped, and I will also go if Lisa and Alina are trapped."

Roland paused for a moment, his eyes drifting off into the distance. "If you are in danger, I will also be obliged to help you."

Christine didn't expect Roland to say that. Her body trembled slightly. She never dreamed that Roland would put her in such an important position. She wanted to say thank you but felt a little ambiguous. However, she could no longer say the words of dissuasion.

She really wanted to ask if Roland would rescue Sophia if she was trapped, but she would never say such low EQ words.

The silence made the atmosphere more and more weird. Christine's slender fingertips brushed the ends of her hair and chuckled, "Take back your words that deceived little girls. If I failed in the selection of saints, I might be moved, but I am already an old woman."

Roland didn't dare to respond. His original intention was that he and Christine were allies and good friends who had known each other for many years. If she was in danger, he would never back down, let alone his wife?

But Christine mistakenly believed that she was on the same level as his other wives in his heart.

It was indeed a beautiful misunderstanding.

Although it was a misunderstanding, Roland would not explain.

How else could he explain it? Should he just say, "Don't get me wrong, you are far worse than my wife"?
What you said is true, but it sounds like your brain is not working well when you say it.

Fortunately, Christine is the Pope, the future goddess of light whom he intends to support, and is insulated from emotions. Just treat what he said just now as an accident.

Roland did not continue the topic, but said goodbye to Christine.

Christine suddenly grabbed his shoulders and whispered, "Close your eyes."

Wait, what is this guy going to do?
Roland felt a little palpitated for some reason, but he believed that Christine would not hurt him, so he closed his eyes obediently.

He felt an inexplicable pain in his left arm, and he couldn't help but open his eyes to look, only to see several more wounds on his left wrist, which turned out to be fine teeth marks.

"This is your punishment for speaking without restraint. Let's go."

Roland was speechless.

Don’t you call yourself an old woman? Why do you act like a teenage girl?

Bite it if you want, it won't happen anyway
Roland felt the sacred energy surging from his wound, knowing that it was a blessing that had to be delivered through blood, and his heart warmed slightly.

"Thank you."

"Don't say such useless nonsense. I heard that there are many interesting things in the black market of Hell. If you are interested, bring me a gift."

Christine pushed Roland hard and pushed him out of the prayer room.

She had to do it, if she was any later, the blush on her face would be seen.

It's really shameful that the Pope would blush because of a few words.

The prayer room was empty except for the rapid breathing and pounding heartbeat of the beautiful Pope.

Christine did not recite any scriptures, for she knew very well that it would be useless to recite anything now.

There was only one thought that lingered in her mind, whispering like a devil.

If Roland had expressed his feelings to her if the selection of the saint had failed, would she have accepted it?
Who is more important, Roland or her faith?

She couldn't think of a reason to refuse, and even had some expectations. She didn't even want to think about who was more important, Roland or faith.

After an unknown amount of time, her pounding heart finally calmed down and her breathing became even.

She didn't have to answer this question because there were no ifs in this world, only results.

She can now answer the second question.

Faith is faith, Roland is Roland, they are equally important.

Unfortunately, there are some conflicts between them.
Wait, Christine's eyes suddenly lit up and she discovered the blind spot.

Who stipulated that women who serve as saints, bishops, and popes must remain chaste? When did this begin?

She was curious.

She now has the highest authority and has the power to access all historical records and materials to find out the source.

Trying hard to suppress her excitement, she arrived at the most secret collection hall.

Of course the curator didn't dare to stop her, but he felt a little surprised.

Entering the collection room, Christine came to the biography area and looked up the saints of all generations in the history of the Divine Court.

The first saint remained unmarried throughout her life.

The second generation saint remained unmarried throughout her life.

The third generation saint was unmarried but had two children.

Although there are many Spring and Autumn style writings in the historical records, and even say that the two children were adopted, Christine still found loopholes in the records.

It is obvious that these two children are the biological children of the third generation saint.

Because it was recorded that the saint had a debate with the Pope about whether clergy could marry and have children.

The debate was very long, and was basically a dispute over what was allowed unless prohibited by the canon and what was not allowed unless authorized by the canon.

The final result was obviously that the saint won.

Not only did she become the next Pope, but subsequent saints also became the wives of emperors or nobles when they were older.

It was not until a few hundred years ago that the custom that saints must be pure was restored.

It turns out that saints can get married and have a partner?

Christine's fingertips trembled slightly, her eyes were a little dazed, and even a little scared.

If Roland said what he just said now, would she lose her composure instantly?
She didn't know, nor did she dare to know. (End of this chapter)