In the Name of the Queen

The negotiation between Roland and Milones ended quickly.

The general direction had been determined, and the two sides could only argue over insignificant details, so the process was very fast.

After all, it was a major event related to the future of the plane, and negotiations had to have an attitude, and an agreement could not be reached casually.

After the agreement was determined, no text was left.

Who would be willing to sign such a shameful agreement?

If something happened in the future, it would be confirmed that they were traitors/secret traitors, and they could not be washed away.

The only thing that could guarantee the implementation of this agreement was strength.

This fragile agreement was based on the mutual checks and balances between the Lord of the Darkborn and Sophia.

If the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, they could easily destroy each other, and no agreement would be useful.

The agreement was only valid before it was torn up.

Even in peacetime, when the difference in strength between the two sides was huge, the agreement could not protect the weak, such as the Val city-state back then.

Sophia felt that they did not need to exist, so they died.

Roland and Sif felt that supporting them would be helpful in dealing with Sophia, and they lived again.

As for their own opinions, they are not important at all.

As for the agreement, a rough framework is enough.

After Roland and Milones had a fierce struggle, the agreement stipulated that the Dark Elves must completely withdraw from the Rodinia continent, and Sophia also generously handed over the southern continent that she did not want to the Dark Elves.

In the Age of Gods, the existing continents were still a whole connected together, and the hometown of the Dark Elves was the current southern continent after the plate drift.

Although he was a little unhappy about being expelled from the civilized world, Milones did not object.

The great demon emperor was as powerful as the peak Sophia, but he was the demon emperor, and he dared not disobey Sophia.

The Dark Elves believed in the concept of respecting the strong, and Milones did not think that Sophia's tyranny was a problem, and he even thought that Sophia was too kind.

It was enough to be able to return home, as for whether the civilization of the southern continent was developed, Milones did not care.

He even thought that it was better for the local natives to be ignorant, so that it would be easier to develop secondary Dark Elves.

The only question was how to migrate in this space crack?

Sophia didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to ask.

Just as he was hesitating whether to ask Roland to ask, Roland's expression suddenly became serious.

"The great Saint Sophia will be here soon, be prepared to welcome her."

Milones hurriedly put down the warhammer in his hand, his hands drooped, and waited respectfully with his head bowed.

In the dark world where the strong are respected, strong people like Sophia can give orders at will, and Milones dare not disobey the super strong who is as powerful as the Demon King.

He didn't know that although Sophia's current strength is stronger than him and Roland, it is limited.

Sophia has determined the future path, but she has to give up her former peak and start from scratch.

Facts have proved that the word "immediately" has a wide range.

It may be one minute, or it may be a long time.

People who often wait for leaders to check their work know how long this wait is.

Of course, Sophia can come immediately, but she has lied to Roland that she has something to do, so she can't say that she will come immediately.

It's better not to talk about sitting in the cafe opposite and watching a play.

Sophia simply went out for a walk and came back from hundreds of miles away.

After waiting for about an hour, the queen who came from the opposite side of the square and walked hundreds of miles finally arrived.

"Sorry, I seem to be late."

Sophia said expressionlessly.

This tone was not like an apology, but a reminder to the people present that the matter of being late was over and there was no need to mention it again.

Roland certainly wouldn't mention it. Although he was a little annoyed by the one-hour wait and felt a little uncomfortable being abandoned by Sophia, he knew that Sophia always pretended to be reasonable and couldn't be taken seriously.

He observed Milones' reaction with his peripheral vision.

If the third archon of the Dark Descent showed any impatience, his evaluation of Milones would be lowered a lot.

However, Milones didn't, and he couldn't pretend to respect.

"Dear"

Milones was about to speak, but suddenly found that he had encountered a big problem, how should he address Sophia.

"Ms. Sophia."

Fortunately, Sophia did not want to embarrass him and helped him resolve the problem.

The formal address is very particular.

In the human civilization society, the address to her is generally [Her Majesty Sophia], and the subjects of the country will directly address her as Her Majesty.

Only Roland is an exception, and can be addressed by name directly.

In addition to Roland, there is another outlier, who even dares to use the obviously discriminatory nickname of old maid to call Sophia.

Let Milones call her Ms. Sophia, which seems to be respectful, but actually alienated.

She does not even want to recognize that the dark descendants are members of the human race, so their address can only be Ms. Sophia.

After all, Milones is a mature diplomat and a senior official of the dark side. He understands the alienation contained in this address very well.

But he still accepted it obediently.

He bowed to Sophia, and his posture was very humble, "Great Ms. Sophia, His Majesty the Demon King asked me to say hello to you, and he also wants to ask if the agreement that year is still valid?"

Milones was a little nervous.

Although the question was asked politely, it was still somewhat of an interrogation. It was still unclear whether Sophia was willing to give the Demon King face.

Sophia's narrowed eyes were filled with a breath of destruction, which made Milones shudder.

Just when the Dark Emissary was about to collapse, Sophia said lightly: "The agreement is valid, but it is only limited to dealing with Tia and others. Dak and I were not friends before, and we will not be friends in the future."

Dak is the real name of the Demon King.

She and the Demon King were strong men of the same level back then, so it was easy to call him Dak, but Milones was frightened.

It was the first time he heard the real name of the Demon King. He quickly knelt on one knee and silently confessed to the position of the dark side.

The status of the Demon King in the hearts of the Dark Evil is much higher than that of the goddess in the hearts of ordinary religious believers. After all, the goddess is far away in the realm of God, and the Demon King is right beside.

The gods in the sky are naturally not as good as the demigods around them.

Sophia no longer paid attention to Milones. She came to the space crack and looked at the space that had loosened under Christine's attack. She frowned and observed carefully.

Just when Milones felt that his heartbeat was about to suffocate, Sophia raised her hand casually and lightly touched it, and the ink-colored aura enveloped the space crack.

"It's just a coordinate, used to anchor the Theia plane."

Sophia made a judgment.

Milones was stunned. Before he could digest Sophia's explanation, he saw Sophia cut the crack and the surrounding space apart as if she was tearing down a house.

The space crack that held countless dark hopes was disconnected from the surrounding space and fell straight to the ground.

The dark crack didn't break, but Milones' heart was broken.

Is the space crack that is disconnected from the surrounding space still useful? Sophia said it was a coordinate, what if she made a mistake?

He now only hoped that he would faint on the spot, but he couldn't do it.

There was even a hint of crying in his trembling voice.

"Ms. Sophia, this is, this is..."

"Tear it down and give it to you."

Sophia looked at Milones with an idiotic look.

"If I'm right, as long as we take the crack to the southern continent and settle it in a place with the strongest dark aura, we can resume traffic in a few months at most."

"The so-called crack is just to determine the destination of the space."

Milones finally couldn't help asking: "Ms. Sophia, what if you guess wrong? Will there be any serious consequences?"

"It's nothing, it's just that there will be no dark descendants on the final return day." Sophia seemed to be talking about a trivial matter.

Milones finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood, his face was as ugly as a green demon.

He endured and endured, and finally swallowed his anger.

He carried the space crack that had lost its support and turned black with grief and anger, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Seeing his lost soul, Roland kindly reminded him:

"Mr. Milones, now that things have come to this, it is meaningless to speculate on the results. I suggest you take a boat to the sea immediately and find a suitable place to settle in the southern continent."

"I can send a fleet to escort you."

Milones finally recovered from his dizziness. He looked at Roland with gratitude, but still rejected Roland's kindness.

He did not think that enemies other than Sophia could pose a substantial threat to him.

He did not want to accept the kindness from Sophia's camp.

The Darkborn also have backbone!

He shook his head slowly, greeted the surviving native Darkborn, and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he looked back at the ruins of the concert hall, and he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

I have been in the Kingdom of Tyrol for some time. Compared with the dark side with a harsh living environment, this place is simply a paradise.

He eats delicious food and drinks spicy drinks here, enjoys the glory brought by power, and can hug fragrant human girls on both sides. This life is simply too good.

Although women are only an embellishment to his life, the embellishments of the Theia plane are more beautiful.

He is lustful, but he has never touched Queen Sissi.

Although Queen Sissi conforms to human aesthetics and is the most beautiful woman in the previous world, she is just a high-class prostitute in Milones' eyes.

He is a noble dark royal family!

His marriage partner can only come from the highest-ranking families in the white magic group.

Succubus? Get as far away as you can.

These guys who rely on absorbing male puffs to improve their strength, although they look pretty good, their breath is disgusting.

The dark royal family has sharp five senses and can clearly smell the stench of succubus. It is not the body odor, but the filth from the soul.

But human girls are different, they are much cleaner.

This is the real reason why Milones does not touch Queen Sissi. It is not to keep oneself clean or to consider any feelings, but simply to feel that she is not as good as human girls.

The feeling of being in the human kingdom is too good, so he has long regarded the Kingdom of Tyrol as his second home.

Life in Tyrol was very happy, and he didn't want to go back to the dark side at all.

Leaving Tyrol this time, there was always a sense of sadness of leaving home.

But he had to go. The entire Rodinia continent was Sophia's forbidden fruit. The struggle for power and profit among humans was an internal conflict and had nothing to do with him as an outsider.

Holding the transmission coordinates and taking the Darkin survivors, Milones called a carriage and prepared to leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the secondary Darkin who were left behind were a little flustered.

The means of dealing with traitors in different countries are different, but those who are traitors like them will definitely not have a good end.

Thinking of the fate of being tied to the stake and serving as barbecue ingredients, the secondary Darkin began to tremble.

Among all the secondary Darkin, only Menette was confirmed to have escaped.

Make the right choice at the critical moment, decisively turn against, and you will have wealth and glory in the future.

Seeing that she was about to be abandoned, an attractive female sub-dark in her thirties rushed over to protect Mirones' thigh. Her chest was trembling against Mirones's back, and her soft voice spoke softly. Whispering in the ear:

"Master Milo, am I not serious enough in serving you? Please take me away, I will do anything for you."

Mirones' expression froze, he resisted the urge to curse, and asked coldly:

"Are you willing to do anything?"

Seeing that there was a turn for the better, the charming girl nodded frantically.

Seeing her anxious look, Mirones nodded and asked loudly: "Please use the method you think is correct to prove the Nogano conjecture or Vodema conjecture."

The female secondary darkin looked up at Mirones, confirmed that he was not joking, and then shook her head blankly.

"Lord Milo, I don't even understand what you are talking about. How can I prove it?"

"It turns out that you are deceiving, deceiving the great dark descendant royal family, damn it!"

With the word damn, the warhammer in Milones' hand struck down like lightning, directly smashing the head of the secondary Darkin.

As she fell, the lesser dark descendants who originally wanted to come up to ask for an explanation were dumbfounded.

Master Milo really didn't want to accept them.

How did they know that of course Mirones wanted to take them away, he just didn't dare.

Sophia is right here, raping someone in front of her. Isn't this looking for death?

Mirones apologized to Roland and Sophia for the confusion, and then set off again.

He originally thought that no one would object, but a young man suddenly rushed out, hugged Mirones' thigh tightly, and shouted confidently:

"Mirones, do you want to sell us out in exchange for your own status?"

Mirones looked down at the person holding his thigh. His eyes were swollen. He was indeed a guy who was good at enjoying himself and was born in a good family.

He wanted to say a few words, but he couldn't remember what this guy's name was.

In short, I can't answer it.

He simply waved his iron fist and knocked away the dark descendant who was begging for mercy with one punch.

"roll!"

He left without looking back, leaving only the secondary Darkin standing there stunned.

The secondary dark descendant was a little unwilling, and he shouted at Milones: "Master Milo, have you forgotten those experiences of freedom of movement?"

Mirones stopped but did not look back. He just said calmly before leaving:

"I have discussed it with Sophia. You must go through the liquidation process, but unless the crime is extremely serious, everyone else will have a reduced punishment."

"If you want to get ashore early, expose the others to Roland as soon as possible."

In short, the quota for landing is very leisurely. According to the principle of killing at eleven, at least one tenth of the people will be executed.

Roland took advantage of the chaos and quietly approached Sophia and told her that he was going to carry out the 11-day massacre interrogation. Sophia couldn't help but remind her softly:

"Isn't it a bit too lenient to only kill nine out of ten people?" (End of Chapter)