In the Name of Empress-Chapter 628 - 362: Tirol Iron Fist 2

Dark is the true name of the Demon Emperor.

Back in those days, she was at the same power level as the Demon Emperor, so calling him Dark felt natural, but Milones was terrified.

It was the first time he heard the true name of the Demon Emperor, and he immediately knelt down on one knee, silently confessing to the Dark Side.

The status of the Demon Emperor in the hearts of the Dark Race far surpassed that of the Goddess in the hearts of ordinary religious believers. After all, the Goddess was far away in the Divine Domain, while the Demon Emperor was nearby.

A god in the distance is no match for a demigod by one’s side.

Sofia no longer paid attention to Milones; she approached the space rift, observing the loosened space under Christine’s attacks, with a slight frown, scrutinizing carefully.

Just when Milones felt his heart about to stop, Sofia casually raised her hand, gently pointing, and a dark aura enveloped the space rift.

"This is just a coordinate used to anchor the Theia Plane."

Sofia made her judgment.

Milones was stunned; he hadn’t yet digested Sofia’s explanation when he saw her sever the rift and surrounding space as if dismantling a house.

The space rift, which carried the hopes of countless Dark Race members, was thus disconnected from the surrounding space and fell straight to the ground.

The pitch-black rift didn’t break apart, but Milones’ heart did.

Can a space rift disconnected from the surrounding space still be useful? Sofia said it was a coordinate, but what if her judgment was wrong?

He now only wished he could faint on the spot, but he couldn’t.

His trembling voice even carried a hint of a sob.

"Miss Sofia, this, this is..."

"I dismantled it for you."

Sofia looked at Milones as if he were an idiot.

"If my judgment is correct, just bring the rift body to the South Continent and place it in the area with the densest dark aura, and it will be operational again in a few months at most."

"The so-called rift merely determines the destination for space traversal."

Milones finally couldn’t help but ask, "Miss Sofia, if you guessed wrong, what severe consequences might there be?"

"It’s not much, just that the final return day will have no Dark Race," Sofia replied as if discussing a trivial matter.

Milones finally couldn’t help but spit blood, his face looking as grim as an Azure Demon.

He held back his anger, finally swallowing it down.

He sorrowfully shouldered the now blackened body of the space rift, his gaze vacant, unsure what to do next.

Seeing his desolate state, Roland kindly reminded him:

"Mr. Milones, there’s no point in wild speculations now. I suggest you set sail immediately and find a suitable placement spot in the South Continent."

"I can deploy a fleet to escort you."

Milones finally recovered from his dizziness, casting Roland a grateful glance but still refusing Roland’s offer.

He didn’t think any foes other than Sofia posed a substantial threat to him.

Moreover, he didn’t want to accept goodwill from Sofia’s camp.

The Dark Race has pride too!

He slowly shook his head, calling out to the surviving native Dark Race members, preparing to leave.

Before departing, he glanced back at the ruins of the concert hall, feeling inevitably sentimental.

He had been in the Tirol Kingdom for some time, and compared to the harsh living conditions of the Dark Side, it was like paradise.

He enjoyed a luxurious life here, savoring the glory brought by power and being surrounded by fragrant human girls. Life was simply wonderful.

Although female allure was just a decoration in his life, ornaments from the Theia Plane were more beautiful.

He was lustful but never laid hands on Queen Sisi.

Though Queen Sisi fit human aesthetics as the world’s top beauty of the previous generation, in Milones’ eyes, she was nothing more than a high-class prostitute.

He was a noble member of the Dark Imperial Family!

His spouse could only come from one of the highest-ranking families of the White Demon Race.

An Enchanting Demon? The farther away, the better.

These beings, who enhanced power by extracting masculine energy, although decent-looking, exuded a nauseating aura.

The keen senses of the Dark Imperial Family could clearly detect the stench of the Enchanting Demon’s soul filth, not a bodily odor but an evil of the soul.

But human girls were different; they were much cleaner.

This was the real reason Milones never touched Queen Sisi, not out of self-restraint or face concerns, just purely finding them inferior to human girls.

The feeling of being in a human kingdom was so quite wonderful that he had long considered Tirol Kingdom his second home.

Living in Tirol was joyful; he had no desire to return to the Dark Side.

This time leaving Tirol brought a certain sorrow of leaving home.

But he had to go; the entire Rodinia Continent was Sofia’s domain, and all internal conflicts among humans had nothing to do with him.

Carrying the teleportation coordinates and taking the surviving Dark Race members, Milones summoned a carriage, prepared to leave.

Seeing him about to depart, the abandoned secondary Dark Race members grew anxious.

Every country dealt with traitors differently, but being a traitor like them would surely end badly.

Thinking about being tied to a stake as barbecue ingredients, the secondary Dark Race members began to tremble.

Among all the secondary Dark Race, only Meinette was confirmed safe.

Making the right choice at a critical moment and decisively switching sides guaranteed future prosperity.

A charming thirty-something-year-old female secondary Dark Race member, seeing herself abandoned, desperately clung to Milones’ leg, her chest tremblingly pressed against Milones’ back, whispering in a seductive voice:

"Lord Milo, haven’t I served you attentively enough? Please take me with you. I’m willing to do anything for you."

Milones’ expression stiffened, suppressing the urge to curse, coldly asked:

"Willing to do anything?"

The charming woman saw a glimmer of hope and nodded frantically.

Seeing her anxious look, Milones nodded and asked aloud: "Please prove the Nagano conjecture or the Wardma conjecture using the method you see fit."

The female secondary Dark Race member looked up at Milones, bewildered and shaking her head after confirming he wasn’t joking.

"Lord Milo, I don’t even understand what you’re saying, how do I prove it?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"So you’re deceiving, deceiving the great Dark Imperial Family, damned!"

Following the judgment of the word "damned," Milones’ warhammer smashed down like lightning, shattering the secondary Dark Race member’s head.

With her fall, those secondary Dark Race members who wanted to step forward for an explanation were dumbfounded.

Lord Milo indeed didn’t intend to accept them.

Little did they know, Milones did want to take them, but he dared not.

Sofia was right here, taking away traitors in front of her was courting death.

Milones apologized to Roland and Sofia for the earlier chaos, then set off again.

He thought there would be no further opposition, but a young man suddenly dashed out, tightly clutching Milones’ leg, loudly accusing:

"Milones, are you selling us out to secure your own position?"

Milones glanced down at the person holding his leg, noting his swollen eyes—the hallmark of someone accustomed to indulgence from a well-off family.

He wanted to say something but couldn’t recall the fellow’s name.

In short, do not engage.

He simply swung his iron fist, punching the pleading Dark Race member away.

"Scram!"

He walked on without looking back, leaving the stunned secondary Dark Race members behind.

The secondary Dark Race members felt unwilling, shouting to Milones, "Lord Milo, have you forgotten those experiences of freedom and restraint?"

Milones paused but didn’t turn back, calmly saying before leaving:

"I’ve discussed with Sofia; you must go through the reconciliation process, but unless your sins are grave, the rest will receive lenient punishments."

"If you wish to shore up quickly, then report others to Roland soon."

In summary, spaces are quite abundant, and based on the principle of eliminating one-tenth, at least one tenth of them will be executed.

Amid the chaos, Roland quietly approached Sofia, informing her of the plan to implement the one-tenth execution; Sofia couldn’t help but softly remind:

"Only killing nine out of ten people, isn’t that a bit too lenient?"