My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 232 All Tactical Switching
Inside the church, Roland herded the other survivors back to the underground shelter.

After all, what he was about to do was not something that could be easily shown to the group of survivors.

Of course, Roland couldn't guarantee that his next move would be successful.

That was still largely an experiment.

Given the current situation in the city, having another helper would be beneficial, even if that helper lacks combat ability, as long as they can provide some knowledge and intelligence.

This is precisely the time when the knowledge of elders is most needed.

He needs the Demon King to judge for him whether the current situation is unusual.

This guy might be able to discover some information that he himself has overlooked.

"Emerald Mirror... let's see if this spell works."

Roland took a deep breath, then focused his mind and began to channel this strange dream spell.

Everything went smoothly, and Roland quickly connected with the Demon King through the soul aura within his consciousness.

The next moment, a huge standing mirror, three meters tall, surrounded by a deep emerald green light different from that emitted by the World Tree, slowly condensed in front of Roland.

As the mirror formed, Roland could feel his spiritual energy rapidly draining away.

If it were him before his talent spell awakened and upgraded, he would probably have fainted by now.

Fortunately, after several days of training at sea, Roland's mental strength was completely transformed.

Although I still feel somewhat tired, it's not to the point where I can't continue.

Clearly, the cost of this spell was somewhat beyond Roland's expectations.

Of course, it could also be due to being constrained by one's own goals and the dream state one is in.

Roland gritted his teeth and increased the output of his mental power. After locking onto the location of the Demon King in the dream, he directly flipped the mirror. With the sudden flip of the huge mirror in front of him, a horned older sister with long black hair, who was even half a head taller than Roland, was spat out of the mirror and pressed directly on Roland.

Roland: “!!!”

No, what's going on?!

Why does the demon king I summon still have a physical body?!
Logically, shouldn't a gauntlet have appeared? Wasn't the Demon King's physical body long ago gone, merely an illusion conjured from a dream...?

and many more!

Roland suddenly realized the full function of the Emerald Mirror.

To bring to life what you dream of...

No wonder I'm so exhausted. And how long is this guy going to stay on top of me? Is he doing this on purpose?
Just as Roland had this thought, the Demon King, who had regained his physical body, slowly stood up from Roland's body.

She rubbed her slightly throbbing head and then looked at her outfit.

She was wearing a gauntlet on her right hand, which she couldn't remove; she could feel that it was the anchor point that held her illusory physical body together.

If I take it off, I'll turn back into a gauntlet spirit.

She was wearing a black, elegant long dress that trailed on the ground.

She somewhat disdainfully cut off the excessively long part herself, and then made some alterations to her clothes.

With unexpectedly skillful tailoring techniques, she quickly transformed a long dress into a rather fashionable short dress outfit in just a few minutes.

His long, black hair cascaded down from his horned head without restraint, like a black waterfall.

"Hey, you're not obsessed with this body, are you? You'd better focus on the important things instead."

"Don't be fooled by my physical body and magic power equivalent to the third ring level. I really don't have much combat power."

"To put it bluntly, someone like me is more likely to become a burden to you."

"In the end, why did you pull me out of that dream?"

"Find someone who can talk to you?"

Roland looked at the black-haired beauty in front of him, who was spouting familiar nonsense, and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the Demon King failed to protect Niu Niu, no... this girl never actually had such a thing. Perhaps she was just pretending because she shared the same mindset as that hero?
That's true. The intimidating power of a beautiful, cold, and peerless demon king is obviously not as great as that of a two-meter-tall, burly man.

This is a more reasonable decision than that of the brave.

Roland spread his hands: "The next step is probably to go find people from the Society. After all, they were able to come up with a way to send messages to the Society's headquarters yesterday."

"Of course, it might not be them."

"But in any case, I need some people who know what's going on in the city, preferably a henchman at the ninth-ring legendary level."

Roland said with some helplessness, "To be honest, the reason I was able to handle situations calmly so many times before was mostly because I had enough teammates around me."

"Flom or Cherlinina, they can help me deal with or hold off enemies I can't handle."

“Before, there were tall people to hold up the sky when it collapsed for me, but now I’m all alone.”

"But if that old general is alright, finding him can solve most of the problems."

"So... do you know how to get to that giant circular structure in the sky? Lady Flam said it was taken from your Demon King's Castle."

Upon hearing this, the Demon King finally understood Roland's intention.

"You're going up there?"

“I do have a solution… but can I hear the reason?” Roland nodded, gesturing for the tall demon king, who was a head taller than him, to sit down, and then began to explain.

"According to survivors, they stopped dreaming after December 28th."

"The strange events that occurred in the city took place between December 19th and December 20th."

"The garrison in the city completely ceased resistance between December 26 and 27."

"Finally, according to the information I obtained from Lady Remilia, on December 28th, General Landros attempted to contact her using communication magic."

"It just got interrupted in the end. The reason for the interruption may be that interference field, or the old general may have deliberately cut off the connection."

"But in any case, my intuition tells me that the Empire didn't hang such a huge magical structure in the sky just for show."

"Even at its worst, it's still a shield generator that can provide a giant shield."

"I think that with the resistance failing and the pollution worsening, the old general may have resorted to some means."

"Within the city, only those three legendary generals with nine rings have the strength and ability to unleash dream magic of this level."

"General Landros is the most likely candidate. He is old, has a high position, and has a greater chance of obtaining some precious magic scrolls."

"If my guess is correct, then the giant structure above his head at least has an amplification effect, and he may have used it to release that dream spell."

After hearing Roland's speculation, the Demon King clapped his hands and praised, "Although there's no evidence, your speculation is quite good."

"That modified thing above our heads used to be the anti-gravity component of the Demon King's castle."

"Just as you said, it does indeed have built-in amplifying runes. It is thanks to these things that the Demon King's Castle can truly take flight and become a complete war fortress."

"It is both the foundation of the Demon King's castle and its power system."

"Although I don't know what humans did to my precious creation, your speculation is indeed plausible."

"If a ninth-ring warrior can unleash dream magic of this level, it can indeed only be done with the amplification of magical tools."

"The overhead power system is indeed the best choice."

"And you guessed right, I do have a way to get up there... Of course, the premise is that when humans are modifying this thing, they don't touch the spatial magic circuits I engraved on it too much."

"Haha, but that's probably unlikely. With your human expertise in spatial magic, it would take at least another hundred years to surpass me!"

The Demon King rubbed her hands together, clearly recognizing that regaining her physical body and being able to hear and see was a rare opportunity for her.

Although this physical body is even weaker than when she was born, things that have been lost and then regained are all the more precious.

At least now she doesn't have to rely on magic to perceive outlines to identify roads and objects.

and……

As he rubbed his hands together in anticipation, the Demon King also glanced at Roland, who had begun making preparations.

Since I was able to pull myself out of this dream this time, I should be able to do it again in the future, right?
As long as he can remember what he looks like right now... well, he probably won't forget, right? After all, he's a seemingly serious but secretly passionate guy.

Maybe there will be another chance to get some fresh air in the future.

However, it's best to avoid those three ravenous women who seem to want to devour Roland. It's better to just play the role of an evil male demon king with a magnetic, bubbly voice.

Then she watched as Roland loaded bullets engraved with various spells into the magazine.

She remembered these things.

Before Roland set off, Flam, Iluvia, Kalia, and even Remilia, the great demon who betrayed him, each imprinted a few bullets onto Roland.

As for where the bullets came from... apart from those given by Athrun, the others were naturally provided by Mashu, the inventor of this patent.

These bullets are Roland's true trump card at this moment.

The powerful spells of the legendary nine-ringed mage, the forbidden bloodline techniques of the great demon race, and the unique spells of two promising witches.

Although these spells, once converted into runes, are theoretically unlikely to be imprinted on bullets.

Even reducing its power is unlikely.

This proved to be true; whether it was Flam, Remilia, Iluvia, or Kalia, their imprints all failed.

Strangely, after Roland personally inscribed the bullets... there were no more instances of bullets being damaged.

100% success rate.

At this moment, the Demon King recalled the title that the Death God's servant had given Roland—"That Lord."

The Demon King narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips.

She was becoming increasingly curious about the boy's identity.

Moreover, based on his conversation with that relative, it seemed that Roland had always been watched and observed by that Grim Reaper.

Could it be that this kid... really died once? And was just brought back by the Grim Reaper?
Could the contents of his father's letter also be true?
There was no cognitive interference; it was simply that Death spared Roland.
But...why?

Forget it, let's talk about these things later. Worrying about these issues isn't what we should be doing right now.

After Roland sorted the bullets, loaded them into different magazines, and marked them, he attached the five magazines to the belt he had taken from the garrison before setting off.

"lets go."

(End of this chapter)