Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Trevor Friston seemed somewhat displeased and puzzled: "Roy, launch silos are extremely important. What could be more important than the possibility of humanity returning to the stars?"

Roy was silent for a moment, then turned his head and glanced at the black crown on Amiya's head, and said:

"The continuation of civilization, that little black crown and its current owner stand beside me. If you were to ask what is more important than the possibilities of humanity's future, it would be humanity itself."

"The continuation of civilization?" Trevor Friston's mechanical voice seemed to pause after saying this, and only spoke again when Roy was about to cut off the communication. "It looks like a crown now... those people really have a twisted sense of humor."

“I never imagined it would still be in Terra, and in the hands of a group of natives. Roy, you're right, nothing is more important than humanity itself. The silo inspection can be postponed, but I have a favor to ask you.”

“You say it,” Roy said.

Trevor Friston's voice was unusually serious: "After you've finished your business, come to me with the promise of civilization's survival. Come to Columbia, come before my true form. I want to see its condition for myself."

Roy glanced at Kal'tsit, but didn't answer immediately. Instead, he gave an ambiguous reply:

"It was bound to happen sooner or later."

Trevor Friston did not respond and hung up the phone.

Roy then looked at Kal'tsit, who was also looking at him.

From the moment she first heard the term "the survival of civilization," she kept her gaze fixed on Roy, her expression so serious that Roy even felt a real killing intent emanating from her for the first time.

After Roy gave Trevor Friston a perfunctory answer, Kal'tsit's murderous intent vanished, replaced by a relieved smile.

"Thank you."

Kal'tsit thanked her sincerely. Roy, however, simply waved his hand, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

"You're welcome. I haven't forgotten our agreement."

Human civilization is a distant past. From now on, even if there is only a possible opportunity, I hope you will stand on Terra's side, on the side of this imperfect, newly born civilization.

This was the promise Roy made with Kal'tsit in the office on the day he first arrived at Rhodes Island.

Roy is indeed human, but he's not the one who has already ventured into the stars; he can grant the request. But Trevor Friston might not.

Having a glorious past, people will always want to restore it. If Trevor Friston had such an opportunity, he would probably not hesitate to sacrifice Amiya and the existing civilization on this land to recreate the world in his memory.

After all, he hadn't yet reached that point at the end of 1099, when his life force was exhausted and he was on his deathbed, and his words were kind. He couldn't really say he had any affection for this land.

Kal'tsit, the AMA-10 who has spent tens of thousands of years on Terra, can no longer let go of these feelings.

If Roy had agreed just now, Kal'tsit would have immediately summoned Mon3tr to fight Roy to the death and let Amiya escape. Even though she knew very well that the outcome would most likely be failure.

She was glad that Roy chose to be perfunctory.

She didn't trust the wrong person.

“Amiya. Listen carefully.” Kal'tsit lowered her head and gently stroked Amiya’s head. “If you encounter any problems in the future that you can’t solve, and I’m no longer here, you can also ask Mr. Roy for help.”

"Dr. Kal'tsit?" Amiya called out somewhat shyly.

She was precocious and could hear the seriousness in Kal'tsit's words. Although a little embarrassed, she still nodded earnestly to Roy:

"Rhodes Island welcomes you, Mr. Roy!"

Roy affectionately pinched the little rabbit's cheek, then turned his head to look at the high walls of Lentinium.

"The enemy has already discovered us, so the initial Plan A infiltration was a failure."

When did we have an infiltration plan? Didn't we have Amiya use Originium Arts to attract the Royal Court's attention from the beginning?

Sitting in the back, unable to understand anything, but feeling like she was watching a 4D movie full of special effects, Indra unusually felt the urge to complain. However, what Roy said next was surprisingly to her liking.

"So, we'll execute Plan B. Follow me, let's infiltrate head-on!"

Volume 1: Chapter 304 Why Can't We Seek External Help?

Crimson lightning and golden thunderbolts collided repeatedly, exploding into sparks like fireworks in mid-air. However, as time passed, Manfred's crimson flash began to weaken, and a golden light streaked across the sky, forcing the young Sarkaz general to retreat with his arms crossed.

"Since when have the knights of Kazimierz started getting involved in Sarkaz affairs? You're not even a Sarkaz!"

Clutching his right arm, Manfred asked in a somber tone.

He hadn't even figured out what that huge building in the distance was when the group of Rhodes Island people gathered outside Londinium City gave him another eye-opening surprise.

It was already an unexpected result that the main cannon of the Londinium city defenses did not bury them. But instead of taking the opportunity to escape, they launched a direct attack on the city walls.

Manfred was initially puzzled. Weren't these people afraid?

It's important to understand that the Sarkaz are now in charge of Londinium. Thanks to the city's numerous military factories, the Sarkaz Royal Army has completely shed its mercenary mentality. Now, they are well-equipped, well-organized, trained by Sarkaz heroes like General Theresis, and replenished with manpower by royal rulers like the Blood Lord and the Carrion King. It can be said that the Sarkaz have quietly built a modern army that can rival any Terran nation's army.

Moreover, although it is not yet fully completed, one of General Theresis's secret weapons, the flying warship that soars through the sky, has already taken a semi-finished prototype. If the undead are willing, the airship can take off immediately and give the people of Rhodes Island a small shock of air superiority.

Even though they should have known nothing about the city of Londinium, the people of Rhodes Island resolutely chose to attack it. Who gave them the courage?

Manfred couldn't understand it for a long time. Until this moment.

When his spells, his swordsmanship, his Sarkaz sorcery, and even the attacks of the weapon General Theresis gave him—the Root of Tikkaz—were completely ineffective against Roy, he could understand a little bit of Rhodes Island's confidence.

"Demon King, is this what you wanted to do?"

Manfred bypassed Roy and Kal'tsit, who were blocking his way, and cast a cold gaze at Amiya, who stood between Logos and Vina, the Queen of Siege. His tone was filled with anger and sarcasm.

"You brought a race that doesn't belong to the Sarkaz to attack and destroy them. Every Demon Lord throughout history has been ashamed of you. You truly deserve to be called a false king, you Katus."

"not like this."

Amiya instinctively stepped forward to argue, but Logos, standing beside her, pressed down on her shoulder and shook his head at her.

There was no need to retaliate against such taunts and verbal attacks; Manfred's aim was simply to provoke Amiya. With Kal'tsit and Roy by her side, they naturally wouldn't allow such petty tricks to succeed.

Roy had always been curious about the theoretical basis for Manfred and the other Sarkaz's attack on Amiya.

Amiya, as the Demon Lord, received her crown and Originium Arts from Theresa. If we trace back to the source, why was Amiya, a chimera, born instead of being the Demon Lord of the Sarkaz? The blame should be placed on Theresa.

But the Sarkaz did not do so. For some unknown reason, neither the Dead Souls, nor the Blood Lords, nor even the Carrion King rebuked Theresa for giving the power of the Demon King to Amiya, who was only eight or nine years old at the time. Instead, they wholeheartedly regarded Amiya as a usurper.

What's the point?

Regardless of Roy's feelings towards Theresa, he has to admit that Theresa was irresponsible in this matter. Entrusting the Demon King's authority to a child, and making someone who didn't even have a child by the age of 10 bear the heavy responsibility of the future of Sarkaz, is not something that can be glossed over with a simple "I believe you can do it".

Even considering the legitimacy of the Sarkaz mocking Amiya, it simply doesn't exist. Your late king slapped a crown on my head, then died, and you call me a usurper? I'm just a 10-year-old kid. If you call me a coward, I'll believe you. But if you accuse me of scheming, deceiving the late king, and seizing the throne, are you insulting me or Theresa? Isn't this just pointless nonsense?

Furthermore, even assuming everything mentioned above is true, and Amiya is indeed cunning, isn't it ridiculous for the Sarkaz to accuse Amiya of leading an alien race to attack them?

Right under Roy's nose, right next to him, was Wright lying. Wasn't he a Liberi too?

Those workers who forged weapons for the Sarkaz, those Victorian nobles in Londinium who painted a rosy picture for the Sarkaz, those commoners who had become spies and worked for the Sarkaz—could they all be Sarkaz?

Nonsense.

Roy chuckled and simply said:

“Well then, Manfred, this isn’t the first time we’ve met. As the saying goes, meeting is fate. I’ll give you a chance.”

"Look, didn't you say that Amiya brought non-Sarkaz people to interfere in your Sarkaz affairs? Well then, you, and your royal army, take off all the armor made in those Victorian armories, return all the Victorian fortresses you occupied and the weapons you looted, and then withdraw from this Victorian city with your Sarkaz people. I will also withdraw with all my non-Sarkaz comrades. Let you resolve your internal conflicts yourselves. Are you willing?"

No sooner had Roy finished speaking than someone behind him burst into laughter. Manfred's face also turned extremely ugly.

This is of course impossible.

Even a fool wouldn't agree to such conditions. Why would you spit out something you've already swallowed? Although the general never intended to occupy Victoria's capital forever, neither the airships nor the Shard Towers were fully completed yet; it was far from time to evacuate.

He made this condition without expecting to agree; in other words, it was a pure mockery and humiliation.

—You rely heavily on the help of foreign tribes, and you are even enslaved. We are here to help voluntarily. Don't make such clownish remarks that make people laugh next time.

"Den-"

A crimson laser suddenly shot out from the Tikkaz Root beside Manfred, aiming for Roy's chest.

The reason he talked so much nonsense was, besides provoking Amiya, to buy time, accumulate strength, and wait for the right opportunity.

The Root of Tikkaz has the characteristic that the more attacks it makes, the stronger it becomes. During the conversation just now, he never stopped releasing Originium Arts, just waiting for this moment.

The crimson lightning instantly approached Roy's chest, and Logos's incantation, which he had been on guard for, was also released almost at the same time. But before the spell could touch Roy, the golden lightning flashed again, easily suppressing and extinguishing the crimson light, just as it had countless times before.

"how......."

Manfred showed a rare look of astonishment.

What he didn't know was that, compared to endurance, the God's Hand was the one that truly grew stronger with each battle.

"It's alright, I can't really do anything to you, but we've had enough time."

Manfred shook his head, as if he had finally given up, loosened his grip on the sword, took a step back, and naturally bowed to the air in front of him.

At some point, the city wall was covered with a layer of scarlet.

Volume 1: Chapter 305 I Have a Friend Who Also Likes to Use Blood Sea

Little Cat Egg Roll, or Blood Demon Lord, is the ruler of the Blood Demon Court among the Ten Courts of Sarkaz, a true ancient being.

With silver hair and red eyes, his handsome appearance, coupled with his languid elegance and noble and dignified temperament, is almost identical to the image of a prince in a fairy tale. However, what is completely different from his appearance is his inhuman emotions and beliefs.

"Don't develop a favorable impression of the entire Blood Demon Court just because there are two Blood Demons, Huafarin and Kroos, on Rhodes Island. In fact, the Blood Demon Lord is the most steadfast conservative among the ten Sarkaz courts. In this respect, even the more ancient Carrion King cannot compare to him. And the so-called traditions that the Blood Demon Lord insists on all cross the moral bottom line of modern society without exception."

Kal'tsit's warning before her departure echoed in his ears again. Roy stared at the pool of crimson blood that was gradually rising on the ground, outlining the shape and features of a human, revealing the arrogant demeanor of a tall, ancient being.

“Manfred, I thought you could be more useful.”

The Blood Demon Lord seemed to completely ignore Roy and the others at first, instead giving Manfred a reproachful look.

"You've even used the main cannon, and you still haven't dealt with the traitor on the side. Is this how Theresis taught you?"