In the Name of the Queen

The wolf pack was shattered to the ground, and the three apes cried.

The male ape who escaped death vented his emotions, picked up the weapon on the ground alertly, and limped away quickly to protect his family.

Roland watched coldly from beginning to end, and the weapon that fell from the void to save the ape's life could not attract him at all.

He was indifferent as if he did not belong to this world.

Roland did not wait too long, and soon, a pair of slender feet poked out from the void.

Then came a beautiful and holy woman like light.

The three pairs of light wings behind her showed her identity.

Seraph.

The battle-hardened pioneers of the gods' wars, the fearless warriors who swept across countless planes, and occasionally played the role of charming people.

Roland looked at the God's domain civil servant who suddenly appeared indifferently, and there was still no expression on his face, as if this world had nothing to do with him.

It was pretty, but it was all God's domain technology.

Angels were born in the God's Pond, and their appearance and gender were all in the mind of the gods.

Ordinary gods cannot create angels, only the Lord can.

Roland said lightly: "The Lord of Light has better taste than before, but not much."

His implication is that it doesn't matter what the angel looks like, but the Seraphim in front of him doesn't care. She is a little annoyed by Roland's attitude towards the Lord.

But she quickly controlled her emotions.

As a blasphemer, it's not surprising that he would say something against the will of heaven.

But he will pay the price soon.

The Seraphim frowned slightly, looked at the backs of the three apes leaving, and said coldly: "They are your kind, why don't you save them?"

Before coming to the material plane, the Angel Corps received professional training, including professional courses on human weaknesses.

One of the important points is how to accurately break through the defense of humans, and then take advantage of their lax defense.

When you see a dwarf, mention Titan, when you see an elf, mention earth spirit, when you see an earth spirit, mention Goblin, when you see a centaur, call Minotaur

In short, do whatever is uncomfortable.

What if the other party can't see any shortcomings, then link humans and apes together.

You are relatives with monkeys!

This sentence has great lethality to most human members.

The Seraphim did it very seriously.

She clenched the dagger hidden under her wrist, ready to attack at any time.

Light is everywhere, and holy light is omnipotent, but the most direct means of killing is still physical combat.

Physical combat can cut the opponent's flesh while injecting sacred energy fiercely, two-pronged approach, and the attack effect is excellent.

However, she was disappointed. Roland was not angry, and even stared at her skirt armor.

Roland did not think that he was a monkey. What if his ancestors were ancient apes? If he counted before, he was still a fish. What a big deal.

After experiencing the great event of human extinction, any verbal attack was nothing to him.

Seeing that the heart defense attack was ineffective, the Seraphim's heart flame was a little hot, and asked coldly: "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, just a little curious about your strengths or weaknesses. Can you show me?"

Roland said calmly.

Of course, he didn't care how rude such rogue words were to a woman (suspected).

To deal with the enemy, any means can be used.

The pretty face of the Seraphim turned red instantly.

Roland hit her sore spot accurately.

There are also differences between angels.

Although they all walked out of the God's Pool and were born with the will of the master, strictly speaking, they are all the children of the master, but the degree of favor between the children is very different.

Most angels are consumables with a single use.

Angels who recite poems to entertain the master will definitely not be equipped with combat capabilities. These angels are useless.

There is no need for the fighting angels who are responsible for life and death to care too much about the appearance. These archangels are hard to describe. Tens of thousands of eyes gathered on the tentacles are basic operations, and the demons are all handsome compared to them.

Seraphim are high-level angels. They are not only responsible for fighting, but also responsible for handling daily affairs for the gods.

Therefore, they are randomly endowed with wisdom.

This endowment process is also a way for the will of the gods to be manifested.

If the master is in a good mood today and is very generous, the Seraphim who walks out of the God's Pool can not only fight, but also think, and even have the ability to reproduce.

That's the ability to reproduce!

Although the creatures in the material plane are stupid and inferior, they can reproduce, and this is what the Seraphim envy the most.

Unfortunately, the Seraphim with the ability to reproduce cannot be said to be one in a million, but at least they are rare.

The Seraphim standing in front of Roland has a certain status in the angel group, but it is not high.

If her status is really high, she would not be sent to be a cannon fodder.

The Theia plane has become a foggy place in the eyes of the gods, and someone is needed to come down to explore the way and pave the way for the goddess to come.

This investigation is very important.

She must collect intelligence as soon as possible and then send the precious intelligence back.

Roland knows that the explorers are all pawns, and he even knows that the other side is the Seraphim, and he knows much more than the other side knows about him.

What he has is not his own knowledge, but all the knowledge accumulated since the birth of mankind.

Even including the Chaos Era that has never been recorded before.

The Chaos Era is not without intelligent life, and even Roland himself is a witness of that era.

And these are the most precious discoveries of mankind before the overall demise.

Although human beings may perish physically, their spiritual wealth will continue in another form.

Roland's brain is like a super library, carrying the wisdom of the entire human race spanning seven eras.

He has spanned seven eras, carrying the wishes of more than seven billion people, and shouldering four continents and five oceans. How can a small pawn who explores the way bear this heavy weight?

Seeing that the Seraphim was about to retreat, Roland's laughter exploded in the wilderness.

"Since you are here, why are you in a hurry to leave?"

"I am a messenger of the Goddess of Light. You do this." The Seraphim was imprisoned by Roland before she finished speaking.

The milky white sacred shackles locked her in mid-air.

The Seraphim's face changed drastically, and his voice was like a sharp explosion.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, I have an absolutely sacred body, how can I be bound by light!"

The Seraphim was shocked, because Roland's means far exceeded her expectations.

Light cannot bind light, this is an iron law.

She could sense that the shackles that Roland bound her with were absolutely pure light attributes, and her inner horror could be imagined.

She was surprised and afraid, and she was extremely eager to return to the divine realm, or at least convey what she saw to the goddess.

Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything.

In Roland's hands, she was as weak as an insect.

The beautiful woman standing next to Roland looked at the scene with indifference, and only asked slowly after the Seraphim was taken down:

"How to deal with her?"

"Give her to the Black Butcher, and study her body structure carefully, without missing anything."

The name of the Black Butcher made the beautiful woman slightly surprised, "Give it directly to the Black Butcher? Well, aren't you curious about what she looks like there?" (End of this chapter)