If everything went smoothly on the Western Front, the Red Mist should have already crossed the ridge of the continent and infiltrated the human territory.
This meant that the Birth Tower in the great rift valley was no longer a secret. No matter how slow the opponent was, they should have realized it. But why was Hackzord still indifferent? Could it be that the humans were so weak that it could deal with them alone?
Valkries felt that it was impossible. If the opponent was so weak, Ösrook would not have been defeated on the Fertile Plains.
It knew that the long isolation had caused it to lose the ability to judge the situation.
This experience made the Nightmare Lord feel extremely uneasy.
And that human …
It looked at the other end of the arena and saw Roland accompanying two females, watching the competition with interest.
Damn it! Didn't he have something important to do?
If he had a way to leave this place, then it might be its only chance — the inheritance and knowledge of the humans were undoubtedly brought out of this world by him. He must have some kind of communication channel with the outside world.
As long as he left the Realm of Mind, it would have a chance to seize that opportunity. After all, in the King's Presiding Holy See, it had sensed the connection between the King and the territory many times. It was also because of this ability that it dared to follow the fluctuations of the inheritance shard and search for traces of Roland in the depths of the Realm of Mind.
However, the other party had always been active in this world and did not give it any chance to take advantage of him.
Could the human king be so idle that he did not care about politics for a few months? He would rather waste time on the meaningless Martial Arts Tournament than read a few books. The only explanation was that there was too little pressure on the frontline.
So this was still Hackzord's fault!
Just as its emotions were fluctuating, Valkries suddenly noticed that Roland had left the two and walked to a corner alone. There was a hooded female standing there, as if she was deliberately waiting for him.
She pretended to be indifferent as she walked out of the crowd, but her eyes were fixed on Roland.
After a brief conversation, the female pointed in the direction of the exit. Roland seemed to be a little hesitant, but finally nodded.
Did the Association discover something?
Valkries had planned to stop there, but for some reason, it felt that the female had a familiar aura. It was precisely this strange feeling that made it take a few more steps forward and take a closer look.
It was this one glance that made Valkries's hair stand on end. Under the dim light, it saw a face similar to Heathtalese's, or rather … the Martialist Association's "Lan"!
Could it be that the Transformer had always been hiding in this world?
And the reason why Roland could enter and exit this place as a male human was also because of it?
This news was too shocking. Valkries could no longer suppress the impulse in her heart and quickly followed.
After passing through the safety passage, Roland and the suspected shapeshifter did not walk out of the arena. Instead, they turned and entered the underground garage. The King of Nightmares tried to lighten his footsteps and followed them from a distance until they entered a civil air defense refuge passage.
When Valkries followed them, she found that the passage was no more than ten meters long and there were no forks in it. At the end of the passage was a closed concrete wall with the warning words "Unfinished, No Entry" hanging on it. It was a dead end, but the two of them had disappeared without a trace.
Oh no, it's a trap!
Valkries reacted instantly, but it was too late.
Before it could turn around and retreat, Roland had already appeared behind it, blocking the only way. And there were several females standing beside him. Seeing the way they used their abilities, which were completely different from martialists, Valkries did not even have the slightest hope left.
There was no doubt that the people standing beside him were all witches.
Valkries finally understood where the previous sense of familiarity came from. It was the subtle difference between the magic fluctuations and the Force of Nature. If witches could also come to this Realm of Consciousness and possess their original power, then it was only a matter of time before it was exposed.
After all, if the other party could quietly hide so many people to set up an ambush, it would be a piece of cake for them to sneak around and spy on it. This principle could be understood with just a little thought. All of its camouflage was for surface contact, but it was just a joke in front of witches with strange abilities. Perhaps in the past four months, witches had already figured out its whereabouts.
"We meet again, Miss Valkries," Roland said calmly.
Valkries did not speak.
Saying anything at this time would only bring disgrace to itself.
Although it still could not understand why the other party could also let witches come to this realm, it was no longer important.
The other party deliberately set up an ambush in this secluded place, and its purpose was self-evident.
The only thing it could do now was to die in battle.
The Nightmare Lord stirred up all the magic power in its body and leaned forward slightly. As for the possibility of winning against a group of combat witches without the ability of Magic Stones and the Magic Slaying Skill, it did not even consider it. No matter what the situation was, it would not surrender to the enemy!
"How about I buy you a cup of coffee from the Cargarde Peninsula?" Roland said again.
"—" Valkries almost sprained her foot. She froze on the spot, her upper body still in a slanted posture, looking rather stiff. "What — what did you say?"
"Buy you a cup of coffee." Roland repeated again. "Although it's not real coffee, but some kind of similar special drink."
Valkries stared at him for a long time before she asked the question in her heart, "… Why?"
She could not figure out what this male was thinking at all. The reality was different from this place. The coexistence of the tribe and humans was just an illusion. Since the other party had confirmed its true origin, he would not let it go. If it did not meet death, it would only meet a fate worse than death.
"Because some things are better to be open than to hide," Roland said slowly, "especially when the Battle of Divine Will is not the Final Battle."
The Battle of Divine Will … is not the Final Battle …
Valkries could not help but be stunned.
She did not expect to hear this from the mouth of a human.
After a long silence, she regained her vigilant posture. "Where do you want to talk?"
"It's not far from here. We'll be there in a few minutes." Roland snapped his fingers, and the sound of a car engine came from behind. "Get in the car. I've already booked a seat."
…
Roland did not lie to her.
The chosen location was a high-end restaurant in a building. Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, she could see the silver-covered city skyline. Soft music floated in the hall, and the atmosphere was elegant and quiet.
Valkries knew that choosing this place to talk was also a show of sincerity. If she wanted to kill it, a public place with so many people was not a suitable place to execute her.
Looking at the group of witches who were staring at her, she sat down and took a deep breath. "Why didn't you ask me to come here directly?"
"That would be a waste of time. I don't think you'll admit it immediately. Before being forced into a desperate situation, people tend to be resistant and run away. It's simpler this way." Roland shrugged. "Since we have a preliminary consensus, let's quickly get to the point. It's good for both of us to be honest. I'm Roland Wimbledon, the King of Graycastle, and one of the creators of the Dream World. What's your identity? "
One of the creators? Although Valkries had already guessed that the other party was not a simple visitor, this identity still shocked Valkries. It was the first time she heard that a domain in the Realm of Mind could be created by more than one person. But this might also be the reason why he could not completely control the domain like the King. Suppressing the urge to ask who the others were, the Nightmare Lord slowly replied, "Valkries. That's my name."
"What about your title and level? For example, 'Sky Lord' … You can give me more details. "
She paused for a moment. "Nightmare Lord, that's my title."
"Pfft —"
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