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

Chapter 237 You know too much

Roland was not in a hurry to believe the old man's words.

From Roland's perspective, the other person's life was truly like a candle flickering in the wind, as if they could die at any moment.

Moreover, in such a secluded place, it was hard for Roland to believe the identity of the ragged, disheveled old man with a sword who suddenly appeared.

The temple before them was even more dilapidated than the one in their dreams.

If the temple that appeared in my dream was three hundred years old, it still had a few pillars supporting it. But what I see in front of me now is a demolition site.

God knows what happened here.

He cautiously kept a distance. Although his own protective aura was activated, Roland still didn't get too close to his opponent, just to be on the safe side.

"Calm down. How can I believe you are General Lanthus? Do you have anything to prove your identity?"

“No.” Lance didn’t say much, just sighed: “Never mind… I was too excited just now. You’re just a sixth-circle mage, you really can’t be of much help.”

"Since you've managed to stay in the city until now without turning into a monster, you must have your own protective measures."

"I don't care if you're a cult member or not, now run for your life."

"I will dispel the unsustainable dream spell in a little while, then you can just run out through the city gate."

"I have only one request: to tell you everything that has happened in the city."

"Take the truth out of here... What are you going to do?"

Roland smiled and took a badge out of his pocket: "I just wanted to show this to you."

"The Emperor's Special Envoy?! You?"

When Lan Zhuos saw the token in Roland's hand, he laughed helplessly: "His Majesty must be crazy... Wait, this age, this appearance... You are the Roland Lancelot that His Majesty mentioned?"

"I didn't expect I to be somewhat famous." Roland put away the badge. "Let's put aside the small talk for now."

"Even if there are top secrets, put them aside for now."

"Although the fact that one of the two legendary nine-ring commanders in the military is a traitor is shocking, let's deal with the current problem first."

Lanzhus glanced at Roland, then suddenly threw a punch at him... and then he felt his whole body cramp up.

Xiao Yuan, whose body had just resumed functioning, was now in a state of turmoil again. The flow of magic power within his body seemed to be blocked, and then suddenly exploded, causing him great discomfort.

Although it wasn't a serious injury, it did cause a significant stagnation in his physical movements.

Roland smiled at Lantrus: "My humble tricks are nothing but a joke to you."

"...His Majesty's judgment remains as sharp as ever. I shouldn't have looked down on you before because of your age and rank."

"But is that all there is to it enough for His Majesty to send you to such a dangerous place as Isfar?"

Roland nodded in agreement with Landros's statement: "That's right, I did have a way to solve the Isfar problem... Of course, I don't think so now."

"Even if the source of pollution is removed, Isfar City is destined never to return to the stability it had before the catastrophe."

"Only..."

Roland told Landros about his previous plans.

He also shared his observations about the situation in the city at that time.

There are hardly any living people left in this former border town.

There were only twisted monsters that could not communicate with each other and reeked of decay and stench.

After listening, Lanzhuos remained silent for a long time.

Perhaps it was at this moment that he remembered his resurrection, and then he slowly sighed: "Very well... I'll do as you say."

"But I have a request..."

Lanzhus looked at Roland: "Please, you must agree."

"Old General, please tell me."

“As you said, the spell will be released through runes. I want to stay and activate that spell.”

"To be honest... I have undoubtedly died once. But being in this Temple of Death, I may have received some divine favor and stood up again."

“But I can feel that my days are numbered. I am like a funnel, my life force and my soul are constantly flowing outward.”

"Clearly, this is a divine intervention that has sent me to resolve the final crisis... to atone for my oversight."

As Lanzhus spoke, his eyes dimmed: "If only I had noticed the connection between the Dark Apostle and that bastard Robert sooner, if only I had strictly controlled the cultists in the city sooner... well, never mind all the 'ifs'."

The old general gave a bitter smile, then patted Roland on the shoulder and said, "Go stop the ritual first. You can find all the archived files in the continental history society branch in Isfar."

"I left everything at the academy before I came here."

"There are still a considerable number of survivors there, and the learned cognitive contamination prevention system can provide some protection."

Roland nodded, said nothing more, and simply followed the old general forward.

Meanwhile, a voice appeared in the mind of the Demon King, who had arrived late.

She deliberately avoided disturbing Roland and Landros' conversation, and even watched the two of them head deeper into the cave.

She could sense that the further she went in, the stronger the aura of the four evil gods became.

The Demon King couldn't believe what kind of ritual those crazy humans were performing here.

However, one thing is certain: although there is no half-body of the evil god here, compared to the half-crippled half-body of the evil god that descended from the sea, this power, which directly originates from the evil god, is obviously more dangerous.

That short, white-haired woman actually told her to find a chance to destroy the evidence, or else she would take her soul away?

Ha, a useless piece of trash who can't move freely in the human world. When the dream dissipates, she'll just hang on Roland and see if he dares to come! At worst, she'll just sleep on Roland's body!
Let's see if you dare to disturb that important person you mentioned!
But for now, you should just obediently go and destroy the evidence.

Anyway, I'm quite curious about Roland's background.

The operation went very smoothly.

Although this temple, which witnessed the battle between two nine-ring legends, has been completely reduced to ruins.

Only the roof remained, barely enough to make out what the place originally looked like. Surprisingly, the stone slabs I was looking for were perfectly preserved.

The Demon King didn't even need to rummage through the rubble; he simply turned over a neatly stacked pile of stone slabs nearby.

"Oh~~ Is this all?"

"Let me see what's written on it that's making that shorty so concerned."

Just as the Demon Queen found a nearby rock to sit on and was about to begin reading the ancient text on the stone slab, another passage popped into her mind.

Stop. This is not something you should know.

"Tch, if you're so capable, why don't you come and kill me and stop me? You think you can stop me?"

[...You can't understand the text above.]

"Are you kidding me? Do you really think I'm one of those short-lived humans? Are there ancient scripts in the world that I don't recognize?"

You can look at it, but you can't tell that official.

"Hehe, that's not something you can decide. To be honest, are you stupid? If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known there were these things here at all."

"Besides, the structure of this underground space is already very fragile. It will collapse on its own soon. Then, will I still need to destroy the evidence?"

Why didn't you remind me?

"Why would I bother reminding you when I'm full? Don't I wonder if I'm curious about Roland's secret? Hehe, today I'm going to see what he's got! You can't stop me!"

【…】

The voice in his mind disappeared, and the Demon King hurriedly began to examine the stone slab.

Before the dream faded and while the body could still easily recognize words, the Demon King, to be on the safe side, did not rush to record every word. Instead, he secretly used a memory spell to memorize what he saw.

Sure enough, she made the right choice.

Almost immediately after she had barely finished recording all the text on the stone tablets, her body suddenly disappeared.

He had transformed into a gauntlet expert again.

The stone slabs also fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Demon King: "..."

"Luckily, I'm one step ahead! I knew you'd try to take advantage of my body!"

The Demon King laughed triumphantly. This body, constructed from Roland's magic formula, was inherently subject to numerous limitations.

Moreover, in the end, it is just an illusion summoned from a dream. With that person's abilities, they can indeed influence the existence of this body without even setting foot in the human world.

Fortunately, she had already guessed that the short, stout man would make a move against her.

"Hehe, let me see what you've written down!"

"Another poem?"

"It's still human writing... Damn it, can't these humans just record history properly? They all like to be riddle writers and write poetry..."

"But, the golden apple?"

"Did Roland ask me about this?"

"Oh, come to think of it... he also showed me a gray spear that day..."

"If I remember correctly, there was a strong aura of the River Styx above."

"Tsk, where did this kid get all this stuff? I'm basically always hanging on him, so where did he get all this stuff?"

"Never mind, let's move on to the next stone slab."

"Huh?! There really are characters I don't recognize? They look like characters the elves used before."

"Damn it, an ancient script that even the elves themselves don't use, this must be something from tens of thousands of years ago!"

"It seems we'll have to look at pictures from now on."

"The World Tree... Hmm, that makes sense, after all, it's something recorded in Elven script."

"What's that next to the World Tree? It looks like a lake?"

"So there's a lake next to the World Tree? I'll ask the flat-chested elf later."

"Huh... there's someone wearing armor by the lake?"

"Humanity?"

"How could humans even exist in the records of the elves...?"

Suddenly, the Demon King's entire gauntlet trembled. She then hurriedly deleted all the images in her mind. If she could delete memories, she would have even deleted her reading records as well.

She suddenly recalled a fragment of her remaining memory.

That proverb that Death himself had told her.

[At the moment when the World Tree burns and the scales of fate tip in favor of the present world for the seventh time, the [unclear] beside the Fountain of Wisdom will [unclear]

(End of this chapter)