In the Name of Empress-Chapter 556 - 338: Fulfilling the Contract (Part 4)
"Mr. Ansue, please retreat. With me here, you cannot harm her."
Roland spoke calmly.
Ansue’s smile froze on his face.
The cold wind blew, lifting his pale purple long hair and messily brushing across his cheeks.
Fury gnawed at his reason, and he stared at Roland with gritted teeth, saying, "Roland, you’ve chosen death. I hope you won’t regret it at the moment of your demise."
He would naturally be angry; if Roland had betrayed, the chance of killing Sofia would have been a hundred percent.
Yet Roland chose to keep his word.
Just as Ansue was about to lose control, a voice as unpleasant as a screech owl emerged from the shadows.
"Ansue, you always like to flaunt your so-called wisdom, but ultimately, it’s still force that decides victory or defeat."
It was mockery from the Sword Saint.
The face of Ansue the Wise Man turned purple, unable to retort.
He raised the Thunder Staff in his hand, quickly retreating out of the Flower Sea’s range and began chanting a lengthy spell.
He knew that the Flower Sea gave Roland and others a significant advantage, so he planned to destroy it.
While he was chanting the spell, others encircled him to protect him.
The Sword Saint was in no hurry to act.
A sharp blade was suitable for killing, but not convenient for cutting trees and grass.
Let Ansue cause some destruction first.
As Ansue raged, Sofia’s hand on the sword hilt froze.
She looked at Roland’s back with a complicated expression.
It was clear that Roland never intended to betray and was merely toying with Ansue.
He didn’t even look back to demand a promise, instead confidently handing his back to her, to the mortal enemy he had been battling just minutes before.
What exactly was he thinking?
Sofia didn’t quite understand Roland, but she knew she could never draw her sword against him again.
A warm current touched her icy heart.
From childhood to adulthood, she had received a cold education, surrounded by cold interpersonal relationships.
From the moment her parents used her as a political bargaining chip, her world turned especially cold.
When her ex-husband subjected her to extreme humiliation, her world was also frozen.
Roland was...
The smile at the corner of Sofia’s mouth lasted only a second before freezing once more.
A clear voice echoed in her heart, "Sofia, such trivial emotions as being moved shouldn’t exist in your world."
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and Sofia’s heart froze once more.
Being moved? A trivial and laughable emotion.
Her world did not need to be moved; she only needed to keep growing stronger, become a true powerhouse, and step on the path to the Divine Domain.
She accepted Roland’s reconciliation terms not because she was deceived by his flowery words but because she wanted him to join the Vladimir Empire.
This was her last mundane obsession.
She had promised when she donned the crown that given time, she would repay them with a strong nation.
She needed Roland’s help to fulfill that promise.
That’s all.
He was the most troublesome enemy.
And the most dependable ally.
Sofia’s fingertips touched the Bright Blue Fury, and her gaze returned to calm.
The clash of swords, explosions of spells, roars of rage, and screams of agony continuously resounded by her ears, playing a melody akin to Purgatory, yet unable to shake her in the slightest.
Her gaze turned towards the fiercest part of the battlefield.
Roland and Sif were facing off against Ansue.
To be honest, Ansue’s power was indeed not weak.
Now she had only a third of her physical strength left, was mentally exhausted, and her spirit was waning. Ansue truly had the ability to match her in battle.
He alone stood his ground against the combination of Roland and Sif’s Holy Shield and Golden Spear, even finding time to bombard the Golden Ginkgo Tree with wild thunder, disrupting the Flower Sea, showcasing his formidable strength.
Roland and Sif were forced back out of the Flower Sea by Ansue.
Once retreated, Ansue would then use lightning to eat away at the Flower Sea, reducing Sif’s area of activity.
This method was clumsy but effective.
Roland and Sif kept retreating, yet they never turned around to seek her help.
They chose to trust.
Trusting her completely to choose the timing to strike.
Sofia let out a soft sigh, her hand on the sword hilt clenching tightly, veins of blue and red faintly visible beneath her fair skin.
She closed her eyes.
The world seemed to turn blue.
She opened her eyes again.
The Bright Blue Fury was finally unsheathed.
The sounds of battle completely ceased.
In truth, the sounds did not disappear, but Ansue could not hear them.
The Thunder Sage looked at Sofia in horror.
Within hundreds of meters, she was at him in a flash.
The blue sword light wiped away all the colors and sounds from his world.
Along with his life force.
Ansue stood proudly, his body unmoving like a mountain.
Sofia exerted greatly, spitting out a mouthful of blood, retreating several steps, her body trembling.
Just when everyone thought her surprise attack had failed, Ansue’s head, which had been held high, drooped listlessly.
His wide-open eyes, no longer had any sign of life.
Ansue, dead.
