In the Name of Empress-Chapter 621 - 359: Skipped!

Therefore, Roland devised a plan that seemed risky but was necessary.

Luckily, Sofia's intervention could rival an elite army, sufficient to fill the combat gap.

After finalizing the action details, Roland took out the tool to contact Sofia.

A piece of paper that can refresh infinitely.

Auxiliary Divine Artifact [Endless Letter].

As long as it's within the range of the Rodinia Continent, this divine artifact can almost instantly communicate.

Truly worthy of being a divine artifact, with materials equivalent to five million pounds, one can create a paging device that can send messages.

Roland was left speechless.

The power of technology is beyond imagination, but in the technological desert of Rodinia, even such a simple function has to rely on a divine artifact.

He wrote the plan on the letter paper and sent it over. After a not too long wait, Sofia replied with a simple "Hmm."

Roland really wanted to complain about what this "hmm" meant, whether it was a yes or no, then Sofia added:

"I have something to attend to first. I trust you to handle things. Be bold and go for it."

"What if I can't reach you?" Although Sofia gave a clear promise, Roland still felt uneasy.

After all, he was using his life as bait; he had to be sure.

"You can try cursing at me, sensitive words will trigger an alarm," Sofia added a string of ellipsis after this sentence, indicating the end of communication.

Roland, who had just picked up his pen, saw this series of ellipses and decided against saying anything further.

He could only add:

"If I have to initiate emergency contact, any curses wouldn't be from my heart."

After pausing for a long time, Sofia finally replied.

"Hmm."

This time, Roland didn't want to complain anymore.

He carefully watched the words on the [Endless Letter] gradually disappear and breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though there was only one reinforcement, it was enough.

The night had deepened; he lay back in bed, preparing for a short rest to recover his energy.

The night was the domain of the Dark Race, and he chose to fight at noon.

At that time, the sun was shining brightly, everything was visible, and creatures hiding in the dark feared this time the most.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly thought of something and sat up abruptly.

Wait, he had accidentally used this divine artifact to write to Sif back at the Winter Palace.

He hadn't thought much of it at the time, but thinking about it now sent a chill down his spine.

If Sofia was bored enough, every word he exchanged with Sif could be pitilessly spied upon.

Cold sweat trickled down Roland's forehead.

He did things cautiously, never writing anything too radical in case the letters were intercepted midway, but Sif was different.

At least when he first arrived at Saint Rurik Palace, Sif's letter writing was very sharp-tongued.

Starting with 'old woman,' ending with 'old maid,' or calling someone a 'love-deprived icy woman,' it was like pouring salt into Sofia's wounds every time.

Would all those words have been seen by Sofia?

Roland's heart trembled slightly, but he soon calmed down.

Sofia shouldn't be so bored as to secretly read his family letters with Sif, right?

Surely not.

Given Sofia's vengeful character, if she really saw them, she wouldn't spare Sif, even considering his influence.

However, that hadn't happened.

In the past few months, Sofia's attitude toward Sif hadn't changed, remaining courteous yet indifferent.

Roland wiped the sweat from his brow, exhaled deeply, and lay back down, closing his eyes. His agitated heart gradually calmed down.

Although nothing happened this time, he had to warn Sif not to talk about others behind their backs.

"Walls have ears," and how awkward it would be if overheard.

In any case, it was good that nothing happened.

...

Rebirth Era, Year One, March 22nd, this day is the most important holiday for the Dark Race.

Unknown billions of years ago, the great King of the Dark Race was born.

At his birth, there was no concept of a calendar, but the King of the Dark Race had an unusually keen sense of time, calculating his birthday after the universal plane calendar was invented.

Ever since, March 22nd became the birthdate of the King of the Dark Race.

No matter where they are, the Dark Race commemorates the countless ages since the great King of the Dark Race's birth in their own way on this day.

The Dark Race of Tirol was no exception.

Two high tier councilors wanted peace, but Meinette disagreed.

He insisted on holding a grand luncheon but didn't state the reason for the banquet.

Even though he didn't say, high tier councilors aren't fools; they knew Meinette was trying to curry favor with the Lord of the Dark.

They were somewhat displeased with Meinette's flamboyant actions, yet none dared to oppose.

It was a celebration of the King of the Dark's birthday, so objecting would be akin to rebellion, wouldn't it?

Not only could they not oppose, but they also had to attend the banquet.

This banquet proceeded very smoothly, with all members of the Dark Race and the secondary Dark Race attending. During the banquet, the existence of the King of the Dark was not mentioned; instead, they subtly used terms like "great king" and "legend" to refer to the King of the Dark.

The grand banquet was complemented with fine dining and spectacular performances of song and dance, making participants very happy.

Some people disliked Meinette, but few disliked the banquets he hosted.

Two high tier shadow councilors disguised their identities and reluctantly attended the banquet, choosing not to sit in prime seats or speak, appearing inconspicuous.

After the banquet, the Dark Race headed to the rift to offer their sincere words of blessing to the King of the Dark.

While conducting their ceremony, Roland and Christine were observing the shadow rift from a nearby mansion.

Roland softly muttered, "Who would've thought, the rift would actually be in the music hall."

"Couldn't have anticipated it beforehand, but in hindsight, it's reasonable."

Christine said calmly, "Tirol Music Hall has existed for hundreds of years, being a hall of art that could be recorded in the annals of human civilization. Intelligence personnel couldn't reach here, and few Transcendents are interested in music, making it a perfect blind spot."

She slightly frowned, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "Now write to that woman, I'm about to take action."

Roland nodded, wrote the action initiation signal on the letter paper, then turned his gaze to Christine, who drifted toward the music hall using special methods.

Transcendents cannot fly before reaching Tier Three Holy Domain, and only a few lucky ones among Holy Domain experts can fly using special methods.

Flying freely without wings is the power of the Divine Domain.

He was curious about what Christine would do.

Under Roland's watch, Christine continued drifting toward the music hall.

Under the sun, equally blazing holy light lit up.

As the holy light appeared, the sun's rays were slightly suppressed.

Everyone looked up in surprise and just happened to see Christine floating in the air.

Behind her, light wings spread out, flapping rhythmically.

From her composed expression and the unfolding posture of the light wings, anyone would think she was flying.

However, Roland knew it was fake; it was enhanced with special effects.

If anyone dared to release simple purification or dispel magic on Christine, she'd fall hard under gravity.

But her posture was so likened to a divine envoy, it instantly intimidated everyone.

A high-pitched voice rang out.

Christine chanted a hymn praising the Light, her voice even overpowering the high-pitched singer performing in the music hall.

In the crowd, the faces of the two high-tier councilors darkened instantly, feeling bitter.

Others might think they still had a chance, that they could escape through the rift if worse comes to worst, but they knew the rift was one-way.

Perhaps there were other rifts to enter the Dark Side, but not this one.

They either needed to kill Christine or flee; failing to do either would mean death.

The two high-tier councilors exchanged a glance, reading the determination in each other's eyes.

Give it all!

As Christine ascended, Roland looked up in admiration, meanwhile finding the optimal ambush location to hide in, waiting to strike.

However, just then, a new message arrived on the Endless Letter.

"Sorry, something came up. I can't make it. The operation is canceled."

Seeing Sofia's reply, Roland was bewildered on the spot.

Christine's actions were too quick, and Sofia's delay was somewhat long.

It was too late to say she couldn't come after the action started!

Roland couldn't be bothered to argue, and grabbed the scepter, ready to fight desperately.

The annihilation mission has been canceled; it's time to make a victorious retreat!

Perhaps Sofia felt guilty about bailing at the last minute, so her second message arrived quickly too.

"Your wife is also in Tirol. If the action has begun, she'll intervene. Good luck, you all."