In the Name of Empress-Chapter 622 - 360: The Qualifications for Negotiation

Although Sofia flaked, Roland was not too panicked and felt even more at ease.

Sif had arrived. She wasn't as powerful as Sofia, but she had no ulterior motives.

The worst outcome would be to break through first and then lead the mobile troops back here.

In any case, keeping Christine safe would be considered a victory.

Of course, he still inwardly cursed Sofia harshly.

If you want to flake, say so earlier; he definitely wouldn't have let Christine go out openly.

Roland didn't look for Sif's figure; he trusted her.

She would judge when to strike on her own and act accordingly.

Now it was his turn to appear.

Christine's appearance was like a divine envoy descending, and indeed it stunned many people, but once they clearly saw Christine's face, the Dark Race immediately flew into a rage.

Turns out the one descending wasn't a divine envoy but someone here to cause trouble.

A high tier Shadow Councilor pointed at Christine and yelled angrily: "Die, lackey of Light!"

Light and Dark were inherently opposing attributes, and with Christine directly coming to block their way and demolish their home, it would be strange if they had a good attitude.

The two surviving high-tier councilors, seeing the urgent situation, dropped the façade and directly initiated the Dark Ceremony to safeguard the rift.

First, secure the rift, then deal with this reckless intruder.

The two high-tier councilors exchanged glances and nodded simultaneously.

The councilor with the green face led the elite Dark Race warriors to rush up and kill, while the councilor with the white face led a group of secondary Dark Race to spread out and stay on guard.

Christine couldn't possibly have come alone to die unless she had gone mad.

There must be someone behind her.

The councilor with the white face waited for the person behind her.

The councilor with the green face was stronger in combat and was one of the few Dark Race completely unafraid of Light, so he was executing the assassination task.

Last time, at the Arctic Glacier, Christine had played them for fools; the two councilors had already hated her to the core, eager to kill her themselves.

Now, there was an opportunity, and naturally, they wouldn't miss it.

The sky darkened.

Once the Dark Ceremony initiated, the dark canopy regained the upper hand, isolating Christine and sunlight.

The entire Tirol City was shrouded by the dark canopy, and the once sunlit Tirol instantly became a city of dusk.

The city residents looked towards the sky in horror, momentarily unsure of what was happening.

At this moment, several secondary Dark Race mingled into the crowd and began their brainwashing rhetoric.

"This is a miracle! It is a miracle bestowed by the Great Lord of Darkness!"

Although the dark miracle sounded somewhat frightening, the residents did not fall into chaos.

The dark attribute sounded very evil but equally powerful.

Many people inherently believed that the strength of evil attributes was more powerful, and indeed, in many situations, it was.

Even if it's dark, as long as it stands on their side, it's also a profound black light.

In any case, the Lord of Darkness descending with miracles was a good thing.

After all, it was a miracle!

As is well known, every powerful empire in history had miracles accompanying their establishment.

Miracles were nearly a necessary prerequisite for the crown descending from the heavens.

The Jin Yuan Kingdom abolished the imperial system and reselected Alina as the Emperor, merely restoring the divine imperial authority, not needing miracles to descend again.

But Tirol was different; their royal authority was based on the Odin Empire.

If they could unify the core area of the original Odin Empire, they would naturally have the privilege to restore the Empire's glory.

But they couldn't achieve it.

The Prudon Kingdom's overall national strength was slightly inferior to theirs, but their military strength was stronger.

To annex the Prudon Kingdom was not something that could be accomplished in one or two generations.

Either their nation had consecutive heroic rulers, or the Prudon Kingdom fell into civil strife; one condition had to be met.

Miracles aside.

The descent of miracles represented divinely granted royal authority.

Everyone was extremely excited.

Each country had its obsession belonging to most of its citizens.

The several countries of the original Odin Empire region had the obsession of reviving the Empire's glory, but with some countries relatively weak in power, some things could only be imagined.

Only Prudon and Tirol have the actual qualification to revive the Empire's glory.

Therefore, these two countries' collective obsession was to ascend to Empire status.

Although the citizens didn't know how much benefit ascending from Kingdom to Empire could bring, or what harm it would follow, they were still habitually yearning for it.

In any case, citizens of several great empires at least had a sense of pride.

They wanted to have pride and glory too!

With the descent of miracles from the Lord of Darkness, converting to darkness was fine; how big of a deal was that?

The crowd's fervor was stirred up. Seeing their excited expressions, even the secondary Dark Race responsible for inciting emotions was a bit bewildered.

Wasn't this their persuasion, but rather the heart's voice of the crowd?

A vast number of people began walking to the square in front of the concert hall, drawn by the faint light.

The scale of this square is no less than the one in the Sussex Empire capable of accommodating a hundred thousand people.

After all, it once served as the long-term capital of the Odin Empire, and a square of tens of thousands size was just a standard configuration for an empire.

Roland didn't expect the dark canopy to incite such frenzy among the crowd.

He furrowed his brows slightly, glanced back, and sighed inwardly.

These people were indeed quick to join in the excitement, but it's unknown how many would be injured or killed.

At least five Tier Five strong ones are fighting here; the safety of the concert hall was impossible to maintain, and how many of these spectators would be accidentally harmed?

Roland felt somewhat unbearable; he made a final effort, shouting at the onlooking crowd.

"Get far away; this place is about to become a battlefield. If you don't want to die, get lost immediately!"

Roland's voice was loud and sharp, almost piercing through the crowd's eardrums.

His warning made many realize that this spectacle wasn't to be watched.

Upon seeing Christine's mighty divine envoy-like demeanor, some crowd members realized this was the battle of the Transcendents; watching the spectacle carried risks.

They didn't have a clear concept of the Transcendent's power, but the front slope sliced during the Battle of White Mountain remained there, silently presenting suffocating terror.