"Are you sure you can win?" The Nightmare Lord did not avoid his gaze.
The two stared at each other for a long time before Roland replied, "Of course I can win this war. If you have another hundred years, even if you hide in the Blackstone region, you will still be wiped out by the humans. But I can't wait that long. The Oracle's warning indicates that danger is imminent. I need to reach the Bottomless Land as soon as possible, and I need your help. "
"Wh … at?"
"Help me speed up the defeat of the demons — or rather, your Western Front army." Roland crossed his legs. "For example, the processing method of God's Stone of Retaliation, the abilities of the King and the Grand Lord, the weakness of the Spider Demons, etc. This is also the reason why I sought you out. As long as you can think of — "
Bang! Valkries slammed her palm on the table, causing coffee to spill from the cup.
"Don't be too arrogant, male!" She suppressed her voice. "You can kill me, but don't expect me to kneel and beg for mercy. As for me betraying my race, don't even think about it! Help you defeat the Western Front army? Dream on! "
"Impudent!"
"Don't be rude to His Majesty!"
The witches shouted at the same time. Both sides were in a state of mutual hostility, and the atmosphere seemed to have dropped to a freezing point.
"What's going on with that table?"
The whispers of others came from the side.
"A couple quarrel?"
"Uh … the number is obviously wrong."
"But speaking of which, the girls around him are really beautiful!"
"That peninsula guy is even better. Damn it, where did he come from?"
"I'm so envious …"
Roland rolled his eyes in his heart. The murderous intent on both sides was clearly overflowing, so where was the shadow of romance? "Alright, control yourselves." He pretended to be nonchalant and waved his hand, signaling for Phyllis and the rest to stop. He then leaned back on the bench and looked down at the Nightmare Lord. "Don't you think that refusing to accept reality is a betrayal of the race?"
"Reality?"
"That's right!" Roland's voice suddenly deepened. "If the Oracle's warning is true, then there are only two paths before all civilizations. One is to fight the Battle of Divine Will to the end, and the other is to completely end this endless war through the Realm of Mind! Don't tell me you don't know what the consequences of your choice will be? "
Without giving the other party a chance to refute, he raised his voice a little. "After staying in the Dream World for so long, you should know how much I can raise the overall strength of the human race. Without the new legacy shard, with your current strength, you won't be able to contend against me! If the war goes on for decades, how many people will your tribe have to sacrifice? How much price will you have to pay? Is this the result you wish to see? "
"Then they also died honorably on the battlefield —"
"No, he died in a meaningless lie!" Roland corrected him. "Furthermore, due to the existence of the legacy shard, this war will never be resolved. Hatred and suspicion will cause the flames of war to spread to the Blackstone region until your clan no longer exists! The only one who can stop it is me. Once I am gone, the destruction of the demons is only a matter of time. Compared to losing a vanguard army, isn't it obvious which method is more beneficial to the race? "
"..." Valkries's face was ashen. He did not say a word.
"In fact, we might not have much time left. If we miss the opportunity to end the war, then there will be no other way out." He put down his leg and leaned forward slightly. "Now, do you still insist on your opinion?"
After a moment of silence, the Nightmare King said coldly, "Male, why should I believe you? Based on what the Oracle said, once you become a God, who can guarantee that you will let my clan live? Based on your words? "
"You don't have a better choice. On one side, there is a possibility of survival. On the other side, it is destined to perish. That's all." Roland softened his tone. "The purpose of the war has changed. What was impossible in the past doesn't mean it's impossible now. As long as we think from a different perspective, both races can live."
Valkries's lips were tightly shut. He did not speak.
Roland did not wait any longer. "I know this is a difficult choice, so I don't expect an immediate answer. Go back first."
He raised his head in disbelief. "... That's it?"
"What else? Tie you up and torture you? Or kill you directly? I said … at least for now, you're free. "Roland took out his cell phone." By the way, give me your number. That way, I can tell you about the war in the north immediately. This might help you make a decision. Don't forget, the future of the demons is in your hands. "
Although he looked reluctant, Valkries still gave him his number.
Just as he was about to leave, Roland called out to him.
"I want to ask you another question. Do you think the 'Transformer' Heathtalese from a thousand years ago did something wrong?"
Valkries's figure paused for a moment, and he left the dining hall without looking back.
"Your Majesty, are you really going to let a senior demon move freely in the Dream World?" Phyllis asked worriedly.
"Not so." Roland shook his head. "Haven't you noticed? She's no longer the senior demon she used to be. " The demon didn't die immediately after losing the Magic Stone, and even had a corresponding identity. This could only mean one thing — "She's now one with the Dream World."
Roland firmly believed in humanity's victory, but winning in a hundred years was not the same as winning in ten years. He needed to inflict pain on the demons in the shortest time possible, making them completely lose the will to resist, and thus clear a path to the Bottomless Land. The Nightmare Lord was just one of the cards. No matter what choice she made, she would not be able to change this decision.
But at the same time, no one would complain about having more cards in their hands at such a critical moment. If he could win over a former senior demon, the pressure on the First Army would undoubtedly lessen significantly.
After all, time was what he lacked the most at the moment.
…
"The winner is — — Contestant Fei Yuhan!"
"Wow — —!" The audience erupted into enthusiastic applause.
She waved at the tens of thousands of spectators, then walked down the arena under the incessant flashing lights, and entered the contestants' lounge. This was a 'match' with a predetermined outcome. Even if her opponent did not deliberately go easy on her according to the Guardian's instructions, she still managed to defeat him within the first minute of the match.
In the past, such an outcome would not have made her feel any joy, but it was different this time. This was because she saw Valkries, who had left for a long time, return to the arena.
And a few hours ago, she had left the arena at the same time as Roland.
After changing her clothes, Fei Yuhan boarded the Association's bus and quietly waited for Valkries's arrival.
The anticipation in her heart did not subside. She had never experienced such a feeling.
When Valkries appeared in her vision, she could even hear the thumping of her chest.
Just as Fei Yuhan expected, Valkries sat beside her.
"I won today's match."
"Ah … Congratulations," Valkries said absentmindedly. This was a rare expression for her.
"Thank you. It's a pity you didn't sign up for the competition. Otherwise, I would have been able to admire the strength of an outstanding martialist from the Cargarde Peninsula. "
"There will be a chance," she replied.
"Of course, there will be a chance." Fei Yuhan smiled.
Even without observing his expression, Fei Yuhan could tell that Valkries was being perfunctory. But since she knew that Valkries came from another world, and that world seemed to be rather ancient, she could use more direct methods to obtain information.
After all the people returning to the sanatorium had arrived, the bus started moving.
When the bus reached the suburbs, Fei Yuhan secretly stretched out her finger and reached for Valkries' shoulder bag. This was the bag she had bought for Valkries as a discharge gift. Before this, she had looked through the bag countless times and knew its shape like the back of her hand.
There was an unfinished area between the main road and the newly built road in the city, but it did not affect the traffic. At most, there would be some tremors and dust. At the moment when the tires rolled over the uneven road, a condensed Force of Nature appeared at her fingertips and gently slid down.
It was as if it was a natural fall.
An inconspicuous decorative piece fell into her hand.
And hidden within it was a miniature voice recorder.
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