In the Name of the Queen

Roland could certainly understand Christine's promise.

She would never be an enemy of Roland under any circumstances, but only to him.

If someone around Roland was an enemy of the goddess, she would not show mercy.

That was enough.

At least she was not completely brainwashed by religion, nor did she forget the friendship of fighting side by side.

To be fair, if the positions of both parties were reversed, Roland could not promise more.

Perhaps Christine heard the call of the goddess, or perhaps because she was concerned about the restoration of Wende, she was not as calm as usual when she spoke.

Roland thought silently, if he really stood on the opposite side of the goddess, Christine would neither attack him nor disobey the goddess, how would she deal with it.

Her position would make her future very difficult.

"Anyway, you are my best friend, a comrade-in-arms worth entrusting my life to."

Roland whispered softly as Christine's back disappeared at the door.

Christine's arrival was just a small episode in this continental summit.

The negotiations continued, but there was no progress because of the huge gap between the positions of the two sides.

Christine has reasons to keep the Holy City, and the Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol also have an urgent need to take over this industrial zone.

Fortunately, everyone is tired of fighting, and although it is difficult, no one wants to use force, and the negotiations are still going on.

Just when the negotiations reached a deadlock, the representative of the Kingdom of Nubia put forward a new proposal.

The Wende Empire wants to restore the country, the Holy City must be retained, and the two countries want industrial zones. Everyone has reasons.

In this case, why not release the Weimar Federation and give part of it to the two countries as compensation? The two countries also have reasons to give up the Holy City and the Wende Royal Territory.

This compensation plan is good and takes into account the interests of all parties, but Alina disagrees.

Annexing the Weimar Federation is her highlight achievement after taking office.

Spitting out the Weimar Federation, let alone continuing to be the emperor, even the liberator must be deprived first.

It is easy to eat the benefits, but it is difficult to spit them out.

Then someone proposed that the Kingdom of Talia give up two provinces as compensation in exchange for the Golden Kite Republic giving up half of the Weimar Federation.

This time it was Lisa's turn to be unhappy.

Although the performance of the Kingdom of Talia on the battlefield was very funny, being beaten up by the Golden Kite first and then being beaten up by the Holy Alliance in various ways on the battlefield, they have already paid the price.

They have already ceded land and paid compensation to the Kingdom of Talia, so there is no reason to pay twice for a defeat.

In the face of Lisa's rebuttal, Alina made a second choice and asked the Kingdom of Nubia to give up two vassal states and merge them into the Kingdom of Talia as compensation for their ceded land.

This time it was the turn of the Kingdom of Nubia to refuse.

They fought hard and destroyed the entire navy, but they did not come for ceding land and paying compensation.

Those two vassal states were only independent in name, but in fact they were important areas that they had worked hard to manage.

Who will make up for their loss?

At this time, someone proposed that Nubia use the old land of Samaria between the Rodinia continent and the southern continent and the Chisha Peninsula that controls the sea between the land and the sea as compensation.

Although the Nubian Kingdom's navy was trying to destroy them, they still had a large army, as well as the Crow Sage who broke through to the fifth level in the Battle of White Mountain. In addition, with the full support of the Natural God Court, their paper strength was even higher than that of the Odin Kingdom.

If they made concessions, they would have to be compensated.

Nubia certainly accepted this condition. Although only a small amount of land from the former Samaria to the Chisha Peninsula was suitable for farming, the geographical location here was very important.

As long as the Chisha Peninsula was taken and a large canal was built to connect the southern offshore sea and the land-to-sea, their position in the world trade system would rise sharply.

No one objected this time.

After all, the people who were bleeding this time were the Sussex Empire and the South Continent.

Roland was the one who made the suggestion, so the Sussex Empire naturally did not object.

The tribal chiefs and small countries in the South Continent would object, so the Nubian Kingdom had to find a way to convince them with swords and guns.

Since the Vladimir Empire and the Sussex Empire did not object, the matter was settled.

In short, all the countries present made some concessions and gave up some interests, but they all kept their bottom line.

The real hemorrhage was the Memphis Emirate, which originally owned the land near the Chisha Peninsula.

But they didn't even have the qualifications to sit at the table, so naturally no one cared about their ideas.

This is diplomacy.

A spoils-sharing conference disguised as a negotiation.

After the framework was finalized, the next step was to discuss the details.

The negotiators of each country would argue based on their country's strength and battlefield performance to gain more power for their country.

The chief representatives and heads of state of each country only defined the negotiation framework, and the specific details still had to be fought out by diplomats from various countries.

In the control of specific details, the original 100 points of interest may be won to 130 points, or it may be compressed to 70 points.

The fluctuation can be doubled.

In the following week, heads of state and dignitaries of various countries attended banquets organized by the host country, and they were so busy that their waists and legs ached.

And the diplomats quarreled over a city, a mountain or a river.

Their throats were almost emitting sparks from the quarrel.

They had to fight. If they didn't fight at this time, would their descendants poke their spines and scold them?

After a week of confrontation, the negotiations did not go smoothly.

The biggest obstacles are the Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol. They want too much.

More than everyone knows about their strength.

According to Lisa, they are a little confused.

But Roland doesn't think so.

The foreign ministers of the two countries are veteran diplomats who have been engaged in diplomatic careers for many years and are very clear about the rules of diplomatic negotiations. Logically, they should not be so stubborn.

Since they insist, there must be a reason.

After thinking about it, Roland decided to get straight to the point. He found the foreign ministers of the two countries and asked them to give a legitimate reason and not waste time.

"We are all civilized people. There is no need to make a fuss. Eat as much as you can. If no agreement can be reached in three days, I will return home immediately and ask Majesty Sophia to come and talk to you."

Roland's ultimatum was full of threats.

Will Sophia negotiate?

She can't do it.

Her negotiation skill is to draw the sword and put it on the opponent's neck to ask if the other party agrees.

But her negotiation success rate is the highest, because the negotiation efficiency is the highest when the sword is placed on the neck.

Roland's meaning is simple, he is tired. If the Kingdom of Pruden and the Kingdom of Tyrol can't come up with a legitimate reason, just wait to be beaten.

His ultimatum was quickly responded to.

"Tomorrow at noon, please invite the heads of state and representatives of all countries to visit their latest archaeological findings at the ruins of the old city 30 kilometers east of Francis."

This response made the representatives of all countries suddenly realize that these two bastards had dug up treasures, no wonder they were so arrogant.

The representatives of all countries did not care too much.

In this era where technology relies on archaeology, who hasn't dug up a few treasures? They just don't want to take out these trump cards early.

The representatives of all countries are very curious about why the two countries think that the excavation of ruins can change the balance of power among countries.

In the Franks Defense War, the serial explosions set by Tom accidentally triggered the underground ammunition depot, causing a nuclear bomb-level explosion, directly sending 100,000 troops flying.

This level of archaeological excavation is already the limit, but the big explosion that killed 100,000 people was a coincidence of time, place and people, and it is not replicable.

Even if the two countries dug up ammunition depots of the same size, they can only give themselves a little extra points, and will not change too much.

The representatives of various countries analyzed the results of the Odin ruins with either worry or curiosity.

First, exclude the war machinery of the annihilation level.

The Odin Empire did not have this ability in its heyday, let alone burying its trump card underground.

After some speculation and reasoning, most people believe that the excavation results are powerful city-destroying machines, and it is likely that the Odin Empire inherited the super-giant machinery from the Alemanni Empire.

The Odin Empire organized excavations with the whole country's strength, and obtained a lot of Alemanni Empire's industrial and technological heritage, which once caused bloodshed across the continent.

It is not surprising to dig out several super machines from the ground.

Some people even speculated what kind of war machinery it was.

Amid people's curiosity and anxiety, night fell.

Representatives and diplomats from various countries were a little anxious and even couldn't sleep, but Roland didn't care. He changed into silk pajamas early and hugged his beloved wife to enjoy the quiet of the night.

Although it was less than a month since they separated from Sif, the longing had already tortured the young couple.

Before, they had to stay in their respective hotels to pretend.

Now that the negotiations are coming to an end, there is no need to pretend.

Sif closed her eyes slightly, raised her head, and her rosy lips were as tender as fresh strawberries.

Roland couldn't help it and kissed her without hesitation.

Just when the heat was about to engulf him, he suddenly remembered that Sif was pregnant, and quickly let go of his hand that was getting tighter and tighter.

"Sorry, I can't bear it anymore."

"Why should I bear it? I'm your wife." Sif opened her eyes, her eyes blurred.

Roland shook his head slowly, pointing his finger at her still flat belly.

Although it was flat, their child was there, and the fragile little life was growing vigorously.

Looking at Roland's expression of endurance, Sif bit her lip, put her arm around his neck, and let his ear stick to her belly.

"Here, listen for yourself."

Roland laughed dumbly. This little guy was less than two months old and hadn't even taken shape. How could he have a heartbeat?

But this didn't bother him.

The supernatural had a keen sense, and he could sense the little life even if it was placed on this belly.

Roland's face changed instantly.

He couldn't feel the existence of life, and the quiet little palace was empty.

He wanted to get to the bottom of it, but he knew that losing a child was a bigger blow to the mother, so he quickly hugged Sif and comforted her softly.

He finally understood why Sif was anxious.

She wanted to have another child.

Without time to grieve for the lost child, Roland adjusted his emotions and charged again.

The two of them kept fighting until the second half of the night, until Sif could no longer bear it and begged for mercy.

Seeing Roland trying to hold back his sadness, Sif finally couldn't help laughing.

Roland: "."

Although the elves' feelings for their families are not as deep as humans, there is no need to laugh at this time.

He didn't have the heart to blame Sif, but he didn't want to join her laughter.

Just as his face turned slightly blue, Sif leaned close to his ear and whispered softly:

"Fool, the little guy is on the Yinyue Ginkgo Tree."

Roland was stunned for several seconds, and finally reacted.

Sif used the once popular way of giving birth among the elves, commissioned birth.

Elven women generally love beauty, and the time that elven babies stay in their mothers' bodies is much longer than that of humans, which leads to huge harm to elven women.

Most of the women who remain beautiful and slender until death have never given birth.

Once they give birth, their bodies may be deformed at best, or they may miss the best window for cultivation and progress, and they will be slow at every step, becoming just another ordinary person in the tribe.

This is also the real reason for the low fertility rate of the elves.

Otherwise, given the long lifespan and excellent physical fitness of the elves, even if a couple gives birth to one child every twenty years, the population will continue to expand.

People will always find a way out for themselves, and so will elves.

They choose a compromise between pursuing strength, maintaining beauty, and breeding offspring.

They entrust the important task of fertility to the ancient ginkgo tree with which their souls are connected.

As long as the young elves enjoy themselves, the trouble of raising offspring will be borne by the ancient tree.

For ginkgo trees, it's just a matter of getting more nutrients out, which means they are willing to accept a few more bunches of fruits.

After all, this is not free labor. In order to compensate them, the elves have continuously improved the status of the ancient trees in the country ruled by the elves.

The result of this change is that the Elf population continues to grow and the ethnic group becomes increasingly prosperous.

But everyone is the split between blood elves and tree elves, which is the decline of the ethnic group.

Seeing Roland's slightly anxious expression, Sif explained softly: "Roland, I must ensure that I am in full condition at all times. The risks of a long pregnancy are too great."

"I am the last royal bloodline of the elves, and you are the last great sage. Our children are far better than other elves, and they also incorporate the advantages of the human race. It takes at least three years from conception to birth."

What Sif said was true. What else could Roland say? He could only hold his beloved wife in his arms and comfort her gently.

While hanging an unborn child from a tree is a bit callous, they have no choice.

If Sif is really pregnant for three years, she will become the most vulnerable link during these three years, and she will be in more danger and trouble.

Roland has a clear understanding of himself.

As long as he is alive, trouble will follow him. This is the unique monster-attracting quality of time travellers.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little strange, Sif stretched out her slender arms and held Roland's neck, her eyes gentle as if she wanted to swallow Roland whole.

Roland knew what she wanted and hugged her waist. Just when he was about to fight for another round, a slight vibration came from the earth in the east.

Roland and Sif were both extraordinary beings with keen senses, and they instantly understood that something was wrong.

They quickly put on their clothes and armor, equipped themselves with weapons, and came to the terrace.

It was the darkest hour before dawn, and only a few streetlights in Francistown still gave off the glow of dusk.

This is the darkest hour of the night and the time when people sleep the most.

But the person who was awakened was not tired at all.

They looked to the east in unison.

The blazing flames turned half of the sky red.

The burning direction is exactly where the Pruden Kingdom is planning to show off its skills to everyone tomorrow.

Some people gloated, but more people felt worried.

Who can bear the consequences of forcibly destroying a city-level war machine out of control?

Sif's face turned even more ugly.

If something happens to Francis, the Hanseatic provinces bordering here will not be able to escape either.

She and Roland looked at each other, and both could see the other's worries.

Just as they were looking at each other, a figure flashed and Angelina came.

She looked at the fire shooting into the sky in horror, her face turned pale.

"Cardinal, what happened? What should we do?"

"Angelina, it's not working time now. There's no need to address me by title. Call me Roland."

Although the situation was not good, there was no point in worrying. Roland simply used a joking tone to comfort the already panicked Angelina.

However, he was the only one who laughed, and everyone else was shocked.

Soon, Lisa came too.

Her performance was similar to Angelina's, confused and worried.

Just when everyone was uneasy, Alina also came.

She didn't even have time to dress up and stood directly opposite Roland with bare feet.

"Sorry, I'm late. The temporary divination took a while."

"Is there any result?"

Roland didn't have time to say anything, so he asked directly.

"Yes, an ancient disaster from the east is about to come. I can only calculate that it is related to the powerful empire in the ancient era, but I can't figure out the rest for the time being."

"I know the answer."

A clear voice sounded.

Christine also appeared barefoot in a white gown trimmed with gold filigree.

It’s not that she doesn’t have time to put on shoes, but she listens to her inner voice.

"Hug the earth with your feet and you will have a different feeling."

From then on she no longer wore shoes.

The scars on her smooth face were looming, and she was awe-inspiring and holy, like an angel.

Roland had a feeling that Christine's voice was becoming increasingly sacred.

“Under the sun, war machines crush cities.

In the dark night, tentacles of shadow weave a web.

In the deep sea, the awakening troll is ready to move.

In the temple, devout believers sang epic poems. "

Her voice was calm and clear, like the sound of nature.

Sif frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask: "Is this a prophecy?"

"You could call it a prophecy, but I prefer to call it an oracle."

Christine looked at Sif with a little more pity.

Sif suddenly felt that Christine's expression made her feel disgusted from the bottom of her soul.

Lisa and Alina were going to share Roland, and she wasn't that angry.

She quickly understood that Christine's eyes were full of overlooking and pity.

She also knows Christine’s confidence.

There are four prophecies, and the elves are not among them.

Looking at Christine, who was only on her tiptoes and almost floating, Sif couldn't help but said:

"If prophecies worked, astrologers would already rule the world."

She coldly connected the three sections of the spear, jumped up, and stood on the top of the tallest spire in the city after a few jumps.

The temple happened to enshrine the statue of the goddess.

Christine's face changed slightly.

Sif was expressing her disdain to her in this way, but she couldn't pursue Sif's offense of being above the goddess statue.

After all, she didn't step on it directly.

Just when the flames were about to splash between Sif and Christine, someone rescued them.

The roar was getting closer and closer, and the vibration amplitude of the ground was getting bigger and bigger.

The burning flames illuminated the city.

The war machine is coming.

Looking at the war machine that was as high as a hundred meters and as terrifying as a hill, Roland sighed in his heart, no wonder the Kingdom of Pruden held a press conference on this thing at noon.

Because sooner or later something will happen.

Before the roar approached, a giant black mechanical bird with a wingspan of more than two hundred meters screamed and flew over the city.

Countless bombs fell with a harsh sound.

There is no need to aim, because there are buildings and people everywhere.

Explosions came one after another, and the quiet city instantly turned into purgatory.

Screams, cries, and the sound of collapsed houses played the tragic song of hell.

"Is this the gift for the new era?"

Roland dispelled his complaints, put back the double-headed eagle scepter he had taken out, and replaced it with the hidden moon scepter that had not been used for some time.

"Sif, Lisa, Alina, prepare for battle."

Although the soul-blood link was banned by the jury and could not be used, they had a tacit understanding with each other, and their fighting power would double when they joined forces.

Just as Roland raised his scepter and shield and prepared to fight, Angelina hesitated and walked towards him.

Although she was flustered, she could not retreat.

However, she was still a step slower.

Christine walked leisurely between Roland and Sif, and said softly before Sif questioned:

"The power of the light pentagram array is no less than that of the soul-blood pentagram array. Only by forming an array can we have a chance to stop the war machine."

"If you don't accept it, I will leave immediately."

Christine's eyes were cast on Sif. She knew that Sif was the key to Roland's decision.

"I can't sit back and watch innocent people being slaughtered. In order to protect them, I am even willing to cooperate with the devil."

Sif's eyes were firm.

Christine was waiting for this sentence.

Take the believers of the goddess of light as devils, right? She remembered this offense.

Sif was willing to cooperate with the devil to protect the innocent.

She was the same.

The scepter of light hit the ground heavily, and a translucent pentagram array was born out of thin air, extending from Christine's slender jade feet.

She stood in the center.

No one argued with her, after all, she was the core of the big array.

Roland took the initiative to step forward, stood in front of Christine, and raised the holy light shield.

The holy light was particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the milky white light.

If someone who didn't know the truth saw it, they would definitely think that he was the most devout believer.

"Use the power of light to dispel the darkness, break!"

Christine waved her hand casually, and the holy light spread, sweeping away the bombs dropped by the iron bird.

The first chapter of the prophecy of the end of the world came at dawn on February 2, the first year of the seventh era. (End of this chapter)