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

Chapter 240 If There Is an Afterlife
Landros lost his composure.

He had absolutely no idea what had just happened.

After Roland easily destroyed the altar, he originally went up to the promising young man and left the underground together, then went to the Celestial Ring Hub in the sky to dispel the dream spell and clean up the anomalies in the city.

Then... I can die in peace.

However, what happened next was far beyond his expectations.

The moment the altar was destroyed, the darkness that erupted from it engulfed Roland.

The speed and suddenness of the attack caught Landros completely off guard, leaving him no way to even offer assistance.

But just as he was at a loss, trying to find out where Roland had gone, a dark purple crack unfolded before his eyes.

Then, a silver-haired girl wearing a white dress walked out of the crack carrying Roland on her back.

It's worth mentioning that, due to his height, Roland was practically dragged out of the building.

"Ah, you're not dead yet."

“…Who are you?”

Lanzhuos looked at the mysterious girl who was carrying Roland out, but his face did not show much vigilance.

Even though the other person's greeting was not very polite, he did not feel any hostility towards them because of it.

Because the voice was so familiar.

He was able to come back to life because he heard the exact same voice.

“Who I am is not important,” the girl said, then handed Roland to Lancelot. “Take good care of him. Also, your time is running out. If you have anything to say or anything to leave behind, do it quickly.”

After saying that, the girl disappeared back into the dark purple crack.

Lanzhuos held Roland in his arms, remained silent for a long time before revealing a helpless smile, then carried the unconscious young man on his back and walked out of the underground facility that was gradually returning to normal.

Just as they were passing by the ruins of the Temple of Death, a talking gauntlet flew over.

"Hey, what's wrong with this kid?"

"what are you?"

"Ah... I'm a magical artifact crafted by Roland... or something like that. Anyway, I'm on his side. Is he alright?"

Lanzhuos silently examined the gauntlet-wielding spirit in front of him for a while, a wary look on his face.

The design of this gauntlet... seems somewhat familiar.

Although it is somewhat small in size, it does indeed resemble the prototype of the Demon King's Hand, which the Empire is currently cracking down on.

Fortunately, Roland woke up at this time. Although his head was throbbing like it was about to explode, he was still conscious.

"Ahem... General, don't be nervous, this is indeed my... magical artifact."

Although he didn't know why the Demon King suddenly reverted to this appearance and even started speaking in a familiar tone, he could understand that the effect of the Emerald Mirror was not lasting since it was his first time using it.

Moreover, according to the old general, this dream was already on the verge of becoming invalid.

It's likely that the dream magic failed, preventing the Demon King from maintaining his dream body.

Never mind, that's not the point.

What I just saw... I guess those are the legendary evil gods.

Although I don't know how I left, before I completely lost consciousness, it seemed that I was rescued from that space by some being.

However, his last instinct told him that the being that rescued him must have incredibly hard bones, which made his ribs ache.

"Hey kid, are you alright?"

"It's alright, please put me down."

The feeling of standing on the ground again made Roland feel familiar.

Although he may not have spent much time in that space, he did feel a sense of joy at being reborn.

Lanzhus then looked at Roland and smiled, "You're quite something, kid. You're so young and you can already forge a magical artifact of this caliber?"

"Even if that old man Toran came, he wouldn't dare say that he could create a magical artifact with self-awareness."

Roland chuckled awkwardly, glanced at the Gauntlet Demon King whose deep, bubbly voice had returned, and naturally moved on from the topic: "General, let's deal with the crisis first."

"Although the source of pollution has been eliminated, the problem is not yet solved."

“That’s right… Then let’s hurry back to the ground and go to the Legion’s base to activate the teleportation array to the Sky Ring Nexus.”

Lanzhus had no objection, but after speaking, he looked at Roland, hesitating whether to tell him what he had just seen.

The girl who resembled Death. And Roland, whom she brought out from that crack that reeked of death.

But in the end, he didn't rush to reveal it.

He had a premonition that if he spoke, his already dwindling life force would instantly vanish, returning him to the land of the dead.

"Celestial Ring Hub? Is that the name of that giant circular structure in the sky?"

"That's right, this is a strategic weapon that the empire developed by using the full power of the nation to modify the engine system of the Demon King's Castle."

As he spoke, Lanzhuos turned back and smiled at Roland: "Logically speaking, I shouldn't be telling you what's coming next, but since you're the Emperor's special envoy, it's alright for you to know."

"To put it simply, the function of the Tianhuan Hub itself is very simple: to increase efficiency."

"Both the shield system and the attack system are based on the amplification function of the Heavenly Ring."

"The Academy also has similar equipment, or the foundation of any kind of magical weapon or armor, all of which are built upon amplification."

"Haha, I'm too rough to know the more specific technical details."

"All you need to know is that this thing is equipped with a main gun-class amplifier unit that was previously taken from the Demon King's Castle."

"Legend has it that the Demon King was able to crush countless evil gods and absorb their authority and divine power by relying on the main cannons of the Demon King's Castle." "I was able to unleash a dream spell that covered the entire city thanks to this amplification function."

"Therefore, to dispel the spell, one also needs to go to the Celestial Ring."

"Alright, stop chatting and let's get going... What are you doing?"

Roland smiled and said, "Just consider it a small privilege of the Emperor's special envoy."

"Ready, old general."

……

Lanzos, now back on the Celestial Ring, fell silent.

Roland's methods silenced him.

Even the supreme commander of the frontier army himself was unaware of such backdoor methods.

"Alright, old general, go and dispel the spell. By the way, there's a cultist here. What should we do with him?"

Lanzhus sighed upon hearing this: "Well then... I'll go say a few words to him. I'll leave the matter of dispelling the spell to you. The place is..."

After telling Roland the method and location to break the dream spell, Landras walked somewhat wearily towards the spot where the cultist who had been bound by Roland was.

Roland then led the Demon King, who had reverted to his accessory form, to the location where the spell could be dispelled.

Landros walked with increasingly heavy steps toward the stranger he had known for a long time.

If it weren't for this anomaly in Isfar, he might never have discovered that the owner of the bakery in Isfar, who had been running it for decades, was a high-ranking member of the Chaos Cult.

The Archbishop of the Eighth Ring... Even if he is just a hidden agent, how many Chaos cultists have entered or escaped the Empire with his help over the years?
How many supplies passed through his hands from Isfar's ice-free port to various parts of the continent?

Lanzos dared not think about it. This was undoubtedly a grave dereliction of duty on his part.

But... if this guy hadn't pointed out the reason for the situation, I might never have discovered the true crisis in this city until I died.

If the communication magic is not stopped in time and all means of communication are not prohibited, then cognitive pollution will inevitably spread outward.

He had tried to seek help from the Blood Demon Prince who lived in seclusion on the island, but the Chaos Cultist reminded him to interrupt the communication spell in time.

In addition, they had known each other for many years and had even gone fishing together several times...

Landros approached the other person and asked the question he most wanted to ask: "Why help me? According to your Chaos Cult's doctrine, isn't the goal to return everything to silence and nothingness?"

"Hahaha, that is the glory that belongs only to my lord. It cannot be allowed to be tainted by other beings. Of course I must stop it." The middle-aged man laughed, leaning against the wall. Bound by thorns and branches of the World Tree, he had no desire to break free.

"Alright, shouldn't you kill me now, Grand Duke Landros?"

Lancelot continued, "You're not telling the truth. You could have easily escaped; I wouldn't have had time to capture you at a time like this."

"You don't need to come to Sky Ring to help me overload the shield system at all."

“You’ve been here for decades, you can’t possibly be unaware of Tianhuan’s situation.”

"Once you're in, you can't leave without permission."

"Even if you try to destroy it by force, you can't do it with your strength."

“You know that, but you still did it.”

The middle-aged man remained silent for a long time, then burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, do you really care about this issue that much?"

Lanzos nodded: "Putting aside the fact that we're cultists and imperial generals, we've been friends for decades, haven't we?"

"Oh? You actually think that way about me? Aren't you afraid the empire will hold you accountable? That kid is the emperor's spy." The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

“Since Lord Roland spared your life, it means he doesn’t care about this,” Lanzhus continued. “Besides, I don’t have much time left to live, maybe ten minutes, maybe less. I will return to the land of the dead.”

"Before I die... I might as well say a few words from the heart."

The middle-aged man fell silent, then said somewhat forlornly, "You know, I joined the church back then just to have a meal."

"Unbeknownst to us, decades have passed."

“I’ve lived here my whole life, Landros… I’ve never left this city.”

Lanzhus remained silent, then sighed: "Fine... this personal matter is over. Now, in my capacity as the commander-in-chief of the Imperial border garrison, I sentence you to death."

"If the legendary cycle of reincarnation really exists, I hope that in your next life you can be an ordinary person."

The middle-aged man chuckled softly: "An afterlife? If this world can continue to exist..."

As the sword fell, Landros began to pray.

May death take your soul...

On the other side, Roland, who had just arrived at his position, seemed to sense something, looked back, and then looked at the inscribed base in front of him.

"Roland, stop daydreaming and get back to work. Didn't you say you had a solution?" The Demon King's sexy, bubbly voice rang in Roland's ears.

The tone, which should have felt very familiar, made Roland feel extremely uncomfortable after just a few hours of wondrous adventure.

How to put it? It's like when a good friend you thought was a man tells you one day that he's actually a woman. After you've barely accepted this reality, she still talks to you in a male tone. It's just as awkward.

"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Ah~~~ So you like this tone of voice?"

The Demon King began to freely change his tone.

However, given that the opponent only had one gauntlet left, Roland wasn't really aroused.

"Quiet, I'm about to begin."

"Also... after this is over, tell me where that prototype you sensed is. It's rare to catch a trace of it, so we can't let it get away."

(End of this chapter)