In the Name of the Queen

Roland and Sophia conspired to discuss cooperation on the battlefield, and the entourage had no objections.

Angelina ranked 32nd, and she couldn't reach the 2nd to 11th place, and she didn't have to worry about the top 60, which was very stable.

Equally stable were Sakhalin, the Blade of Destruction, and Patriarch Plikin, who came after hearing the news. They were also ranked in the top 20.

They were not as good as the best, but better than the worst. Their primary strategy was to save their lives, and they could wait for the award if they were alive.

The three of them were from the Vladimir Empire, and they had a good relationship at ordinary times, so they naturally formed a cooperative team.

They didn't get close to Sophia.

It's not that they didn't want to protect her, but they didn't have the ability. The enemies Sophia had to face were in a field they couldn't intervene in. If they rashly entered the high-end field, they would be crushed in an instant.

The gap between the rank seven was too big, and they couldn't help.

Sophia's gesture to them was very clear, asking them to protect themselves.

Angelina certainly didn't object to Sophia and Roland's compromise. The tentative attack just now proved that Roland's five-member team was capable of fighting against Sophia who was dissatisfied with her state, and might even kill her.

Although Sophia's Azure Fury had not yet taken action, Angelina was already sweating coldly.

She suddenly thought of the past when she was captured and imprisoned by Roland.

Although she believed that Sophia would not be defeated, she was still inexplicably trembling.

There were so many bastards around waiting to take advantage like hyenas. It would be best if Sophia and Roland could temporarily cease fire.

Compared with those uninvited guests from the overseas continent, Roland and Alina were at least from the civilized society of Rodinia, and everyone could sit down and talk.

Sakhalin didn't expect that Her Majesty the Queen would be forced to negotiate with Roland, and he was even more sad that he was incompetent and could not help.

In addition to the pain, he also had some feelings.

Just a few years ago in Val City, he could easily overwhelm Roland, but he suffered a loss under Roland's cunning calculations.

After that loss, he had always remembered it and wanted to get back at the lord.

However, in just three years, the gap between him and Roland was getting bigger and bigger.

His ranking was 27th, not only could he not catch up with Roland, but he was even close to Angelina.

The former Blade of Destruction had now become a supporting role outside the center stage, which made Sakhalin somewhat unwilling, but he fully supported Sophia's decision.

The only one among the Rurik trio who did not want to see reconciliation was probably Patriarch Prikin. He was not targeting Roland, but the Court of Light.

As the leader of the Orthodox Church of Light, which branched out from the Court of Light, the conflict between him and the Court of Light was almost irreconcilable.

Although he had opinions in his heart, he chose to remain silent.

Just now, he looked up at the rankings and soon became honest.

Christine, ranked 14th.

As long as she killed three more opponents, she could directly rise to rank five and ascend to heaven in one step.

With the support of Sophia and Roland, her ranking rise was almost inevitable.

Thinking of this, Plikin's already gloomy face wrinkled even more.

He was a little depressed, and he didn't want to care about anything except saving his life.

People's joys and sorrows are never shared, and even many joys are built on the sorrows of others.

Plikin was in pain, and Eugene, the Pope of the Light Temple, felt much better.

Eugene himself ranked 50th, and there was no hope of early promotion, but it was not a big problem to keep the promotion quota.

His strength was lower than that of his old rival Plikin, and he only relied on the huge foundation of the Temple to maintain the orthodox status of the Light system.

Under the pressure of his old rivals in recent years, his life was not easy.

But all this is over, and the Light Temple has successors. Christine, ranked 14th, is the biggest hope of the Temple.

Just as the strong men were scheming to pull small teams, he slowly walked towards Christine.

Under Christine's gaze, he held up the Scepter of Light.

"Christine, you are the best believer of the Lord of Light and the best of this group of young people. The future of the Divine Court belongs to you, please don't refuse."

Christine certainly wouldn't refuse, she even felt that some old guys had been refusing for too long.

She should have taken over the Scepter of Light a long time ago.

Since Eugene is so aware of the times, his future will change from being liquidated to being respected.

Christine took the scepter with both hands and said slowly: "Your Majesty Eugene, this is a wise choice. Your humility will not be let down."

This sentence is enough.

Although Christine is a little cold-blooded and mean in the eyes of outsiders, she always keeps her word and never speaks nonsense.

She said that Eugene could land smoothly, and no matter what he had done, he would not be held accountable.

Eugene didn't say anything, but just silently joined the chief judge of the Divine Court of Light.

The chief judge ranked more than 90, and if he wanted to get a chance to be promoted, unless there was a miracle, he saw it clearly. Since there was no chance, he would prioritize saving his life and not wade into the muddy water.

The reason they didn't join Christine was similar to that of Angelina and the others, they knew it was wrong.

Roland only took a quick look at the ranking list and knew that there was something wrong with it.

He looked at the flying palace floating in the air. The Hawkeye referee had a very bad conscience, he just came to watch the monkey show.

This ranking was generally fine, but there were many fine-tunings in the details, just to make everyone kill each other.

The second place was the king from the New World, Ansu.

The New World of this world is not without civilization, there is a very powerful Jialan Empire in the middle of the continent.

And the chief warrior of the Jialan Empire is the sage Ansu holding a lightning stick.

This sage of lightning had never set foot in Rodinia before, but had been practicing hard in his own territory for hundreds of years. After he subdued nine lightning snakes, he felt that the time was ripe, so he landed in Rodinia a few days ago to participate in the final battle.

Almost every seventh-rank warrior who might be promoted learned about the return day from various channels.

Who can overcome the shackles of life and whose road to becoming a strong man will end will be decided on the top of the White Mountain.

The sage of lightning Ansu is here.

The swordsman Grosso, who was challenged by Sophia but avoided the battle, is also back. He stroked the long sword of unknown material in his hand, with sharp eyes and murderous intent.

Since avoiding the battle, his reputation has plummeted, and the only way to restore his honor is to kill Sophia.

The most powerful shaman Kolokolo in the southern continent is here.

Prince Narudo, who is proficient in yoga techniques in the distant area of ​​Barat, is here.

The psychics who were defeated by Sophia but not killed are here.

Their names on the list are 2, 3, 4, 12, and 13.

These people have some conflicts with Sophia, and some are even direct enemies.

The ranking of the first three is not a big problem. Although Roland does not think that he has no chance to defeat them, he also recognizes their strength.

But starting from the psychic, it is a bit random.

According to Roland's understanding, the real ranking of Prince Narudo and the psychic should be around 15th after Christine, and Christine will definitely be in the top ten.

However, the Hawkeye referee got their ranking wrong.

Since he is Hawkeye, his observation ability must be good. He can make such a mistake. Naturally, he hopes to see a river of blood.

Roland himself ranks fifth, Alina ranks sixth, Lisa ranks eighth, and Sif is just stuck in eleventh place.

This ranking seems to be fine, but it is full of problems.

In terms of overall combat power, Sif is the strongest among Roland's five-member team. Roland is evenly matched with her. Alina and Christine are slightly inferior. Although Lisa has inherited the Magic Association, she is too biased and is at the bottom of the list.

However, the Hawkeye referee put Lisa in front of Sif, which is clearly a provocation.

Sure enough, the moment Sif saw the ranking, her face became particularly ugly.

She admitted that Sophia was stronger and could accept Roland being above her, but why did the others?

She is the Queen of Elves, recognized by all sages (Roland), has complete inherited memories, and has no flaws in her body after finding the flawless feet. These are her capital to challenge Sophia and her capital to look down on the crowd.

The killing intent surged in her heart, and Sif was really angry.

Roland shook her hand and glanced at the sky.

He didn't say anything, but Sif understood it completely.

Roland was reminding her that the real culprit was the Hawkeye referee.

"Damn bald guy."

Sif muttered silently in her heart, and her face gradually returned to normal.

Let's not talk about those who are ranked higher than her. She will kill those who are ranked ahead of her.

Even if it's a provocation, someone has already wanted to kill her. Does she still need to speak nicely?

Sif took a deep breath, and her eyes flashed with a light golden light. Insight took effect.

She looked at the psychic and Prince Narudo. The two guys really looked fierce and wanted to replace her.

I'm not taking the initiative to provoke trouble. This is self-defense.

Sif took a deep breath and lowered her voice and said, "Roland, leave those two guys to me later."

She didn't say the name of the enemy, but Roland knew her very well and naturally knew who her target was.

Seeing that the extraordinary people below had taken their positions and found their battlefield partners, the corners of the eagle-eyed referee's lips slightly raised and put a whistle into his mouth.

"The survival challenge will begin immediately and end at midnight."

"Tomorrow is the first day of the new era. What should this seventh era be called?"

The bald referee pretended to think and quickly gave a prepared answer, "Annihilation. Yes, it's called Annihilation. Do you like this name?"

"Since you all don't speak, the game begins!"

The bald man blew the whistle in his mouth, and the long sound resounded through the mountain top.

The whistle continued to spread outward, quickly passing through the city of Val, through the tragic battlefield that had caused hundreds of thousands of casualties not long ago, and spread to farther places.

Everyone who heard the whistle felt their heart palpitating inexplicably.

Ordinary people just palpitated, but the extraordinary people felt more threatened.

A crazy voice sounded in their hearts.

"Those who are not awarded will become sacrifices of the new era and be annihilated before dawn."

The extraordinary people who ranked at the bottom finally couldn't help their anger, and some even cursed.

A sturdy and strong berserker threw the axe in his hand into the sky.

He ranked last.

Although the Berserker's brain is generally not very good, he is not a fool.

Ranked 194 and still wanting to break through the siege and enter the top 60 is simply an international joke.

Since there is no possibility of survival, he simply doesn't want to wrong himself.

The most extreme foul mouth, the final pleasure.

At the moment the axe was thrown into the sky, the unfortunate Berserker greeted all the female relatives of the bald referee and others for more than ten generations at the fastest speed in his life, expressing his strong desire to have intimate sexual intercourse with them.

The bald referee was stunned.

Although he is not a flesh and blood life, he does have a mother and grandmother. Although his race does not need to reproduce through sexual reproduction, the lowly human beings wanting to have close contact with his mother is obviously beyond his tolerance.

The Berserker's words made him feel puzzled and furious.

The bald referee, punched hard.

Hawkeye waved the long whip in his hand casually, and the axe flying in the sky turned around and hit the Berserker.

The flying axe cut towards the Berserker at an incredible speed.

Hawkeye certainly would not let the offender go easily. The flying axe was like a flying blade, cutting wildly, cutting off the Berserker's muscles piece by piece, and splashing everywhere.

The Berserker was skinned alive.

However, Hawkeye's means did not stop there. He threw down a bottle of special potion, wrapped the Berserker in a red cloud, and cleverly maintained the Berserker's life.

"I said that the eliminated will die at midnight and become a sacrifice. Barutus is the first chosen sacrifice, and he must die at midnight."

"Survival battle, begin!"

Hawkeye's means shocked those who originally wanted to protest or even resist.

This is a super power beyond their understanding.

Controlling weapons to kill enemies at a distance of 300 meters is already a very strong ability. He can also finely control the rotation angle of the flying axe, so that Barutus will suffer the greatest pain but will not die.

On this night, Hawkeye is the supreme ruler.

Unlike the fear of others, Sofia narrowed her eyes to hide her murderous intent.

She rarely wants to kill someone like this.

Although she has killed many people, she never abuses her opponents. She rarely kills people for no reason and always gives the dead a reasonable reason.

The Hawkeye referee has killed two people since his arrival, touching Sofia's psychological bottom line.

But if it were just that, she would not have too much murderous intent.

There are many powerful people who do evil in this world, and Hawkeye is not even too much.

What really made Sophia angry was that Hawkeye had been floating in the air for too long.

She didn't like people being so arrogant in front of her.

The last person who was so arrogant was Christine, and she had paid the price.

Hawkeye, you are next.

Just as Sophia narrowed her eyes, Roland's five-man team formed a battle formation outside her, ready to fight their enemies.

In this battlefield where only sixty people can survive, the last thing they lack is enemies.

Roland was buying time for Sophia to recover her strength, but he certainly didn't expect that Sophia was not thinking about the challenge of survival at all, but whether she wanted to do a big thing after breaking through the fourth level.

Just as Roland and others formed a battle formation, the loose alliance formed by overseas extraordinary people and Sophia's enemies finally reached a consensus on interests, and surrounded them from two directions under the leadership of Ansu and Sword Saint Grosso.

Ansu stood still thirty meters away from Roland.

His eyes fell on Roland's face, warm and gentle.

He opened his mouth slightly and said with a smile: "Mr. Roland, I have heard your name more than once overseas. You are a smart man and should know that this is the only chance to kill Sophia."

"As long as you get out of the way, I guarantee that you and your companions will all enter the top 11."

"Really? What about them?"

Roland pointed to the psychic, Narudo and others.

"There are eleven places in total, enough." Ansu's voice was full of magnetism, as tempting as the best orator.

"Roland, Sophia has a weird personality and is moody. If she becomes the only fourth-ranked person in the world, we will all die."

There are eleven places in total, and there are at least ten qualified candidates here. Ansu cut off the way for others as soon as he opened his mouth.

He spoke calmly and did not feel that he was unqualified.

Isn't it?

Although Sophia is powerful, her current physical strength is less than one-third of her peak state, and the days of war have made her exhausted.

This is the best and last chance to get rid of her.

Seeing that Roland didn't speak, Ansu smiled and continued to increase the price, "Roland, the Sussex Empire and the Vladimir Empire have been fighting to the death for a long time, but there is no hatred between us, and there are more opportunities for cooperation in the future."

"As long as you are willing, the Great Plains in the north of the New World can belong to you. I am not interested in the struggle for secular power. I just want to go further on the road of strength."

Seeing Roland's heartbeat, Ansu continued to increase the price, "If you are not satisfied, you can continue to make requests, whether it is land, wealth or artifacts."

Roland did not answer directly, but looked back at Sophia and asked with a smile:

"Sophia, the price has increased over there, what do you say, do you want to increase it too?"

Sophia answered Roland with one word.

"Pah."

She despised people who went back on their words the most. She and Roland had reached a cooperation framework just now, but now they wanted to raise the price?

If Roland dared to agree to Ansu's request, she would draw her sword and slash at Roland without hesitation.

She didn't care whether one-third of her physical strength could last until the end.

Roland had expected Sophia to refuse to raise the price.

He was even a little worried about her gentleness. Was her consumption beyond expectations?

In Roland's opinion, Sophia did not draw her sword despite the offense, so her condition was not optimistic.

Seeing Sophia's extremely bad attitude, Ansu breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and said:

"Roland, have you thought about it?"

Roland took a deep breath and said loudly: "Sage Ansu, I have heard of your name and know that you are a man of your word, so..."

Ansu was ecstatic, with lightning flashing in his eyes.

Sophia frowned, her right hand already on the hilt, waiting for Roland to go back on his word before taking action.

In the different expectations of the two, Roland said calmly: "So I learn from you and must be a person who keeps his word."

"I have reached an agreement with Miss Sophia and cannot break the contract."

"Mr. Ansu, please go back. With me here, you can't hurt her."

Roland said calmly.

Ansu's smile froze on his face.

The cold wind blew, blowing up his lavender long hair, messily brushing across his cheeks.

Anger bit his reason, he stared at Roland, gnashing his teeth and said: "Roland, you chose death, I hope you don't regret it when you die."

Of course he would be angry, if Roland turned against him, the chance of killing Sophia was 100%.

However, Roland chose to fulfill his contract.

Just as Ansu was about to go berserk, a voice as unpleasant as a night owl floated out from the shadows.

"Ansu, you always like to show off your so-called wisdom, but it is the force that determines the final victory or defeat."

The taunt from the sword master.

The sage Ansu's face turned purple, but he could not refute it.

He raised the thunder and lightning stick in his hand, quickly withdrew from the flower sea, and began to chant a long spell.

He knew that the flower sea had a huge bonus for Roland and others, so he planned to destroy the flower sea.

As he chanted the spell, others surrounded him in the middle and protected him.

The sword master was not in a hurry to attack.

The blade was sharp and suitable for killing, but it was not convenient to cut trees and mow grass.

Let Ansu do the damage first.

When Ansu was furious, Sophia's hand on the hilt froze.

She looked at Roland's back with a complicated look.

It was obvious that Roland had never thought of regretting from beginning to end, but was just teasing Ansu.

He didn't even turn back to ask for a promise, but confidently gave his back to her, to the mortal enemy who was still fighting for life and death a few minutes ago.

What on earth was he thinking?

Sophia didn't understand Roland, but she knew that she could never draw her sword against him.

A warm current passed through her frozen heart.

She had received a cold education since she was a child, and she was surrounded by cold interpersonal relationships.

Since her parents used her as a bargaining chip for political marriage, her world became particularly cold.

When her ex-husband humiliated her to the extreme, her world also froze.

Roland, he.

The smile on Sophia's lips lasted only a second before freezing.

A clear voice sounded in her heart, "Sophia, such a boring emotion as being touched should not appear in your world."

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and Sophia's heart froze again.

Touched? A boring and ridiculous emotion.

Her world does not need to be touched, she just needs to keep getting stronger, become a real strong person, and embark on the road to the divine realm.

She accepted Roland's reconciliation conditions, not because she was deceived by his sweet words, but because she wanted him to join the Vladimir Empire.

This was her last earthly obsession.

When she put on the crown, she promised that if she was given time, she would return them a powerful country.

She needed Roland to help her fulfill her promise.

That was all.

He was the most troublesome enemy.

He was also the most reassuring ally.

Sophia's fingertips touched the blue rage, and her eyes regained calm here.

The sound of swords clashing, spell bombing, roaring and roaring, screaming and wailing, kept ringing in her ears, playing a purgatory-like song, but could not shake her at all.

Her eyes were cast on the most intense part of the battlefield.

Roland and Sif against Ansu.

To be fair, Ansu's strength is really not weak.

Now she only has one-third of her physical strength left, she is exhausted and distracted, and Ansu is indeed capable of fighting her.

He alone faced Roland and Sif's holy shield and golden gun combination without losing the upper hand, and even found time to bombard the golden ginkgo tree with thunder and destroy the sea of ​​flowers, which shows his strong strength.

Roland and Sif will be forced back by Ansu if they rush out of the sea of ​​flowers.

Once they retreated, Ansu would use lightning to devour the sea of ​​flowers and reduce Sif's range of movement.

This set of fighting methods was clumsy but effective.

Roland and Sif kept retreating, but never turned back to ask her for help.

They chose to trust.

Absolutely trust her to choose the time to attack.

Sophia sighed lightly, and her hand on the hilt of the sword suddenly clenched. Under her fair skin, the blue and red blood vessels were faintly visible.

She closed her eyes.

The world seemed to turn blue.

She opened her eyes again.

The blue rage was finally unsheathed.

The sound of the battlefield disappeared completely.

In fact, the sound did not disappear, but Ansu could not hear it.

The Thunder Sage looked at Sophia in horror.

She was hundreds of meters away, and she arrived in a flash.

The blue sword light wiped out all the colors and sounds in his world.

And his vitality.

Ansu stood proudly, his body motionless as a mountain.

Sophia consumed a lot of energy, spit out a mouthful of blood, retreated several steps, and her body trembled.

Just when everyone thought her surprise attack had failed, Ansu's head drooped down.

There was no life left in his wide-open eyes.

Ansu, dead.