In the Name of Empress-Chapter 623 - 360: Qualifications for Negotiation (Part 2)

If one can cut through half a mountain, they can destroy a city, or even easier.

After all, mountains are layers of hard rock stacked together, while cities have many weak points. Bricks and wood can't compare to mountains in terms of strength.

Some wanted to leave the square, while others hurried in to watch the excitement.

Although soldiers and police worked hard to maintain order, a stampede still occurred.

The first unfortunate soul to be trampled to death on the square almost left this world at the same time as the first Secondary Dark Race to die in battle.

As someone fell, the stampede spread like dominoes.

Among the screams, the onlookers crazily shoved those blocking their way.

People moving away from the square shouted hoarsely, trying to persuade their fellow citizens to turn back.

The square was not a miracle, but a battlefield of slaughter!

But their shouting only made those wanting to enter more curious.

A battlefield of slaughter? How exciting! Let me see!

The first fallen Secondary Dark Race launched a surprise attack from Roland's back.

No one expected the Holy Knight to backstab, and with a reinforced giant scepter at that.

The scepter's head was replaced with an unknown meteorite metal, stronger than orichalcum.

With one strike, even a Giant Dragon would have its head burst.

Even Sofia dared not take the blow directly, yet this Secondary Dark Race confidently took it with the back of his head.

He didn't even scream before Roland smashed his skull, brain matter splattering, dying instantly.

After Roland appeared, the pale-faced councilor immediately approached him.

Christine's supporter was Roland, so with his appearance, what was there to wait for?

The pureblood Dark Race hidden in the shadows appeared.

There were many races within the Dark Race, such as the Dark Son, White Demon, Azure Demons, Blood Demons, Enchanting Demons, and many others.

Among them, the Dark Sons were direct descendants of the King of the Dark Race, with the purest bloodline, serving as the Imperial Family of the Dark Race.

Blood Demons were adept in combat, Enchanting Demons were weaker in combat but specialized in charm and spatial perception, having the highest survival rate through fissures.

Azure Demons were the main force of the Dark Race, the most numerous, with mixed fish and dragons.

White Demons were above Azure Demons in status, with higher potential, but at the cost of weaker fertility.

These five groups were the five pillars of the Dark Race.

Enchanting Demons were responsible for expansion, Azure Demons were the foundation of the race, White Demons were the middle strength, and Dark Sons were few in number, mainly holding high-level positions.

As for Blood Demons...

They were the only group on the Dark Side that did not worship the dark.

No one except the King of the Dark Race knew their origin, nor their numbers, but even the most frenzied Dark Race would retreat three paces upon seeing Blood Demons.

They were all bloodthirsty battle maniacs, respecting the King of the Dark Race's power to obey commands.

All this knowledge came from the insider Meinette, giving Roland a new understanding of the Dark Race.

His knowledge base expanded with updated information on the Dark Race, alongside acquiring several Soul Card medals.

The scholar route's Soul Card was already full of medals, its variety making even the scholarly sects envious.

Roland didn't have time to be delighted over the card medal updates, as Christine was besieged, and the spatial fissure only mildly trembled without causing fundamental damage.

It seemed Queen Sisi hadn't been idle over the years; she constructed a vast Dark Web, even escaping the surveillance of Extraordinary Strong Persons, carving out a patch of darkness in a land of abundant faith.

Roland fought his way inward from the perimeter, preparing to help Christine break out.

Fortunately, no Blood Demons appeared today, otherwise...

Before he finished giving thanks, the corner of his eye caught a blood mist erupting on the square, giving Roland a slight headache.

Damn it, how could there be a Blood Demon?

The difficulty of Blood Demons crossing fissures was the highest among all Dark Race groups.

Especially Blood Demons in blood shadow form, they would be torn apart by spatial rules when crossing fissures.

Unless powerful enough to transcend spatial rules, they cannot cross.

When Roland saw the blood explosion on the square, intent to kill permeated his chest.

This was a freshly cultivated Blood Demon in the Tirol Kingdom.

Every Blood Demon was born from a sea of blood, without exception.

The simplest way to create a sea of blood was to slaughter High Level animals, bleeding them heavily.

Humans are the spirits of all living things and the highest level animals, so human blood is naturally the best nutrient for Blood Demons.

To cultivate such a Blood Demon, at least tens of thousands of people's blood is needed.

Roland didn't know if this Blood Demon was opportunistically cultivated during the war or pre-raised. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

If it was the latter, the slaughter in the Tirol Kingdom was too severe.

He suddenly thought of something: the Tirol Kingdom was the largest buyer of the South Continent's slave trade.

After all, the Tirol Kingdom is a "Civilized World" country, if large-scale disappearances occurred, it would surely cause a stir.

They didn't slaughter their own citizens to cultivate a Blood Demon, so where did this blood come from?

Roland took a deep breath and suddenly felt that dying instantly might be too merciful for Queen Sisi.

Before breaking through, he decided to unleash a furious wave, teaching these damned Dark Race a lesson.

He summoned his Holy Light Weapon.

A Holy Knight's exclusive skill, materializing Holy Light for defense and attack.

After advancing to Tier Five [Vanguard of the March], Roland finally gained the attack power most lacking in Holy Knights.

This time the Holy Light did not become a giant shield, but transformed into a Holy Light Spear and flew out.

A super light spear at least forty meters long pierced into the music hall like a spike.

The music hall, bearing the artistic heritage of the City of Art for centuries, collapsed under the spear.

Consecrated as the supreme treasure of human artistic domains, the music hall was a holy place in the hearts of Tiroleans.

But in war, no one would care about these.