"Are you sure you can win?" Nightmare didn't avoid his eyes at all.
The two looked at each other for a long time before Roland replied, "Of course I can win this war. If you have another 100 years, even if you hide in the Blackstone Territory, you will be wiped out by humans. But I can't wait that long, the angel's warning. It shows that the crisis is imminent, I must reach the bottomless as soon as possible, and this needs your help."
"what?"
"Help me speed up the defeat of the devil or your army on the Western Front." Roland raised his legs, "For example, the method of processing the God's Stone of Retaliation, the abilities of the king and the maharaja, the weakness of the spider demon, etc. This is why I took the initiative to find you. The reason. As long as you can think of"
boom! Vakiris slapped the table with a palm, and the coffee splashed a little from the cup.
"Don't be too arrogant, male!" She pressed her voice down, "You can kill me, but don't expect me to kneel down and beg you for mercy, and let me betray the race! Help you defeat the Western Front army? You Stop dreaming!"
"presumptuous!"
"Don't be rude to Your Majesty!"
The witches shouted almost at the same time, and the two sides were tense for a while, and the atmosphere seemed to have dropped to freezing point.
"What the hell are people at that table doing?"
There were also whispers of other people beside him.
"Couple quarrel?"
"Uh... the number is obviously wrong."
"But then again, the girls around him are so pretty!"
"Is that peninsula better? Damn it, what's the origin of this guy?"
"I'm so envious..."
Roland rolled his eyes silently in his heart, obviously the murderous aura on both sides was about to overflow, how could there be any shadow of romance? "Okay, all restraint." He waved his hand pretending to be indifferent, letting Phyllis and the others take their hands first, then leaned back on the bench and looked down at the nightmare, "Don't you think that refusing to accept reality is a sign of betrayal of the ethnic group. ?"
"Reality?"
"That's right!" Roland's voice suddenly sank, "If the God's envoy's warning is not false, then there are only two paths in front of all civilizations, one is to carry out the battle of divine will to the end, and the other is to completely end the war of consciousness through the realm of consciousness. This endless war! And what will happen to your choice, don’t you have any idea in your heart!”
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 also know what level I can improve the overall strength of human beings. If there are no new inheritance fragments, it is up to you. The current strength cannot compete with it at all! If it takes decades, how many people will your ethnic group fill in, and how much will it cost? Could it be that this is the result you want to see?"
"Then they died honorably on the battlefield too"
"No, dying in a senseless lie!" Roland corrected, "and because of the legacy fragments, there will never be a day of reconciliation in this war. Hatred and suspicion will cause the war to spread to Blackrock Territory until Your clan no longer exists! The only one who can prevent it from happening is me. Once I am gone, the destruction of the devil will only happen sooner or later. Isn't it obvious which way is better for the clan than losing a vanguard?"
"..." Vakiris' face was ashen, and he didn't say a word.
"In fact, our time is probably running out. If we miss the opportunity to end the war, there will be no other way out." He put down one leg and leaned forward slightly. "Now you still insist on your opinion. ?"
After being silent for a while, Nightmare said coldly, "Male, why should I believe you? According to the divine envoy, when you become a god, who can guarantee that you will let my clan survive? By your words. resign?"
"You don't have a better choice. On the one hand, it is possible to continue, and on the other hand, it is doomed, that's all." Roland slowed down, "The purpose of the war has changed, and what was impossible in the past doesn't mean it can't be done now. As long as you think about it from a different angle, both clans can survive."
Vakiris' lips were tightly closed, and she never opened her mouth.
Roland didn't wait any longer, "I know this is a difficult choice, so I didn't expect an immediate answer from you, you go back first."
It looked up in disbelief, "...that's it?"
"Otherwise? Tie you up and torture you or just kill you? I said... At least now, you are free." Roland took out his phone, "By the way, tell me your number. This way I can be the first Time will tell you the battle in the north, which may help you make a decision. Don't forget, the future of the devil is in your hands."
Despite her reluctance, Vakiris handed over the number.
Just as it got up and was about to leave, Roland stopped it.
"I also want to ask you a question, do you think "Thousand Shapes" Thestalis did something wrong a thousand years ago? "
Vakiris' body froze slightly and left the restaurant without looking back.
"Your Majesty, do you really want to let a Devil Lord move freely in the dream?" Phyllis worried.
"That's not the case," Roland shook his head. "Have you not found out yet? She is no longer the devil he used to be." The devil lost the magic stone, but did not die immediately, and even had a matching identity. It can be explained that "now she is integrated with the dream world."
Roland firmly believes in the victory of mankind, but victory in a hundred years is not the same as victory in ten years. He needs to beat the devils in the shortest time, so that they will completely lose their will to resist, so as to clear a path to the bottomless. path of. Nightmare is just one of those cards, and no matter what she chooses, she can't change that decision.
But in the same way, at such a critical moment, no one would dislike having a lot of cards in their hands. If they can win a former devil king to defect, then the pressure on the First Army will undoubtedly be relieved a lot.
After all, time is the thing he lacks the most.
…
"The winner is Fei Yuhan!"
"Wow!" The audience burst into warm applause.
She waved to the tens of thousands of spectators, then walked off the ring in the continuous flash of lights and into the players' lounge. This was a "match" whose result was already doomed. Even if the opponent didn't give in deliberately as the guard ordered, she still knocked him to the ground within the first minute.
She didn't feel any joy in such a stage before, but this time was different. Because she saw that Vakiris, who had been away for a long time, had returned to the arena.
And a few hours ago, the other party left the competition hall at almost the same time as Roland.
After changing clothes, Fei Yuhan boarded the association bus and waited quietly for Vakiris to arrive.
The expectation in her heart has not subsided, she has never experienced such a feeling.
She even heard a thump in her chest when the other party came into view.
As Fei Yuhan expected, Vakiris sat next to her.
"I won today's game."
"Ah... Congratulations." Vakiris said absent-mindedly, which was a rare expression for her.
"Thank you. It's a pity that you didn't sign up for the competition, otherwise I would be able to appreciate the strength of the outstanding martial artists in the Kagade Peninsula."
"There will be a chance," she replied.
"Of course, there will be opportunities." Fei Yuhan smiled slightly.
Even if you don't need to look at the words and expressions, you can see the perfunctory behavior of Vakiris. But now that she knows that the other party is from another world, and that world seems to be quite old, she can use some more direct means to obtain information.
When all the people returning to the sanatorium arrived, the bus started.
When the vehicle drove to the suburbs, Fei Yuhan quietly stretched out his finger and reached out to the other party's shoulder bag. This bag was a discharge gift she bought for Vakiris. Before that, she had flipped through the bag. After countless times, I know its shape like the back of the hand.
There is an unfinished area between the inner city avenue and the newly built road, but it does not affect the traffic, at most there is some tremor and dust. That is, at the moment when the tire rolled over the bumpy road and bounced, a condensed force of nature appeared from her fingertips, and then gently swiped.
As if it was just a natural fall back.
An inconspicuous decorative piece from the bag fell into her hands.
And hidden among them is a miniature recorder.
"Super long battery life, small and exquisite, filter noise, fidelity and quality" This is the advertisement advertised by the store when she purchased the recorder online, and then it is time to verify it.