In the Name of Empress-Chapter 554 - 338: Fulfilling the Contract (Part 2)
The Thunder Sage had never set foot in Rodinia before, but had been secluded in his own territory for hundreds of years. After subduing nine Thunder Serpents, he felt the time was right and landed in Rodinia a few days ago to participate in the final battle.
Almost every Tier Seven powerhouse with potential advancement had heard the news of the Day of Return through various channels.
Whoever can transcend the shackles of life, whose path as a strong contender ends, will all be decided at the Peak of White Mountain.
The Thunder Sage, Ansue, is here.
Sword Saint Grosso, who avoided the battle after being challenged by Sofia, also returned. He stroked the longsword of unknown material in his hand, his eyes sharp, and filled with killing intent.
Since avoiding the battle, his reputation has plummeted. The only way to restore his honor is to personally slay Sofia.
The most powerful Shaman on the South Continent, Kolokolo, has arrived.
From the distant Balat, Prince Narudo, a master of Yoga Body Techniques, has arrived.
The Spirit Medium, defeated but not killed by Sofia, has also arrived.
Their rankings on the leaderboard are 2, 3, 4, 12, and 13 respectively.
These individuals more or less have grievances with Sofia, some even direct enemies.
The top three’s ranking isn’t much of a problem, though Roland doesn’t think he has no chance of defeating them, he acknowledges their strength.
But starting from the Spirit Medium, the rankings get a bit nonsensical.
According to Roland’s understanding, Prince Narudo and the Spirit Medium’s real rankings should be around 15th, after Christine, who should definitely be in the top ten.
However, the Hawkeye Referee reversed their rankings.
Being a Hawkeye, their observation ability shouldn’t be poor, yet they make such a mistake, suggesting they hope to see rivers of blood.
Roland himself is ranked fifth, Alina is sixth, Lisa is eighth, and Sif is placed just at the eleventh spot.
This ranking seems fine, but in reality, it’s full of problems.
In terms of overall combat power in Roland’s group of five, Sif is the strongest, Roland is on par with her, Alina and Christine are slightly inferior, while Lisa, although having received the Magic Association’s inheritance, is too one-sided in her skills, and thus the weakest.
However, the Hawkeye Referee placed Lisa ahead of Sif, clearly stirring trouble.
Sure enough, the moment Sif saw the ranking, her expression turned extremely sour.
She admits that Sofia is stronger and can accept Roland being above her, but what about the others?
She is the Elf Empress, recognized by all the wise men (Roland), possesses complete Inheritance Memory, and after retrieving the Flawless Foot, her body is without blemish. These are her capital for challenging Sofia and her basis for standing above the rest.
Murderous intent surged within her chest, Sif was truly angry.
Roland squeezed her hand and glanced sideways into the sky.
He said nothing, but Sif fully understood.
Roland was reminding her that the real culprit was the Hawkeye Referee.
"Damn bald-headed fool."
Sif silently cursed in her heart, her expression gradually returning to normal.
As for those above her in her own group, never mind for now, but for those ahead of her otherwise, she would slay them personally.
Even if it was a provocation, so what? Some already harbored murderous intent towards her, so why speak kindly?
Sif took a deep breath, her eyes flickering with a pale golden light as Insight took effect.
She looked at the Spirit Medium and Prince Narudo, and indeed, these two wore fierce expressions, wanting to replace her.
I’m not stirring trouble, this is self-defense.
Sif took a deep breath and lowered her voice, "Roland, leave those two to me later."
Though she didn’t name her enemies, Roland understood her well enough to know who her targets were.
Seeing the Transcendents below all take their positions and find battlefield partners, the Hawkeye Referee’s lips curled slightly as he placed a whistle in his mouth.
"The survival challenge is about to begin, and it will end at midnight."
"Tomorrow marks the first day of the New Epoch, so what should this Seventh Era be called?"
The bald-headed referee pretended to think, quickly giving his prepared answer, "Annihilation. Yes, let’s call it Annihilation. Do you like that name?"
"Since none of you are speaking, the competition will begin now!"
The bald head blew the whistle in his mouth, the long sound echoing across the mountain peak.
The sound waves spread outwards, soon passing through Val City and the battlefield where tens of thousands had recently died, reaching even further distances.
Everyone who heard the whistle felt their hearts tremble inexplicably.
Ordinary people merely felt palpitations, but Transcendents sensed a greater threat.
They heard a mad voice echoing in their hearts.
"Those who do not receive honors will become sacrifices for the New Epoch, and will face annihilation before dawn."
The lower-ranked Transcendents could no longer suppress their inner rage, some even cursed aloud.
A burly Berserker threw his axe into the sky.
He was ranked at the bottom.
Though Berserkers were generally not the smartest, he was no fool.
Being ranked 194 and hoping to break through to the top 60 was simply international jesting.
Since there was no chance of survival, he might as well not hold himself back.
The harshest words, the final thrill.
As his axe flew into the sky, this unfortunate Berserker used the fastest speaking speed of his life to curse the Hawkeye Referee and others, going back seventeen generations, expressing a strong desire to engage in intimate relations with their female relatives.
The bald-headed referee was stunned.
Though he wasn’t a being of flesh and blood, he did have a mother and grandmother. Despite his race not needing sexual reproduction to propagate, the idea of lowly humans wanting intimate contact with his mother was clearly beyond his tolerance.
The Berserker’s words made him feel inexplicable and enraged.
