"......," Celerakshasa looked at it for a moment, "if the male named Roland Wimbledon dies......

"I'm probably going to cease to exist. There was no heaviness in Vakiris's tone, "But my personal fate is nothing compared to the entire race. If killing him will keep the clan going, don't hesitate. ”

The Scourge of Silence did not continue the conversation.

It turned its head to look down at the noisy passage to the top of the building—not only humans, but also several figures that resembled ascendants, weaving through the flow of people and blending in with their surroundings, a sight that was unbelievable no matter how you looked at it.

After a while, it asked again, "Do you trust the male?"

"To be honest, I believe that the word is too thin for such a matter as the survival of the community. Vakiris leaned over the guardrail slightly, "Even if the negotiator is you, I can't act on faith alone. But he is right that trust is the foundation of transformation—without which it could take decades, if not centuries, to change our preconceived notions of the war of divine will, and the cost may be far greater than the race can afford. Therefore, it is not appropriate to answer with a yes or no. ”

“......”

"From the current point of view, he is indeed working in the direction of ending the battle of divine will, and the changes in the battle situation that I told me are not a lie, and all aspects are taken together, this trust is not an excessive request. Nightmare said softly, "There is never a shortage of reasons for doubt, the key is the trade-off of cheating." ”

"Weigh up...... Silence repeated slightly, "So what should I do next?"

"It's up to you...... As I said, you are a qualified Maharaja, and I don't want to influence your judgment too much. ”

"Later...... Am I only going to see you here?" said Sarrakshasa hesitantly.

"Not necessarily. Vakiriss shrugged, "I heard Roland say that he was trying to save a witch named Ash. If the information revealed by the divine envoy is correct, even if the body dies, as long as there are traces in the realm of consciousness, there is still a glimmer of life. I'm at least much more complete than the witch who floats in the sea of consciousness. That's right......"

At this point, it stretched out its hands and removed the other party's helmet, "Considering the risks, there won't be too many meetings like this, so don't wrap them tightly - I'd rather see you as you are than in pitch black armor." ”

......

When the two returned to the living room again, Roland couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Although it is known from Yuwan's report that the Silent Calamity itself is very different from the appearance of peacetime combat preparations, there is still a sense of surprise when you see it with your own eyes.

If he hadn't been prepared, it would have been difficult for him to associate this burly and hideous armor with the "female" devil inside.

"You're done, what's the conclusion?"

"I want to ask a question, human beings. Sarrakshasa asked coldly, "If the battle of the divine will is really a hoax, how sure are you that you can defeat the gods?"

"Actually, I don't know. This is also a question that Roland often asks himself, "What the god is, what its purpose is, how I am going to fight, and even whether I will have a chance to fight, all unknown." Putting that aside, in terms of what it's capable of so far, we don't stand a chance at all. But I believe that whatever the outcome, it's better than sitting still. ”

"I don't care about your life or death at all, but don't forget, Master Vakiris's is still in your realm of consciousness. For it—"

"I've got to live well, right?"

"It's good that you understand. Serashasa glared at him fiercely, "As for your request, I must consider it before making a decision. ”

"I didn't expect a single negotiation to come to fruition," Roland nodded, "but at least it's a breakthrough from scratch." After that, contact us by letter, after all, such a meeting is a great risk for both sides - as long as the Western Front army continues to invade the territory of the four kingdoms, the fighting will not stop. And ......"

He picked up his glass, "Since the next meeting is far away, are you sure you won't have a drink?"

"Hmph," Serasa disdainfully picked up the drink on the table and poured it into his mouth in one gulp—he had seen this kind of trick so much that it wouldn't show any cowardice in front of its enemies, no matter how unpalatable it was.

When a feeling of mellowness and sweetness that had never been experienced before flowed into the throat, the whole room suddenly disappeared, and it returned to the woods.

The Scourge of Silence subconsciously looked over to where Vakiriss was sitting, only to see an empty meadow.

This brief scene was like an illusion, and only a wisp of sweetness echoed between the lips and teeth.

......

"Why did it take so long?"

Seeing the silence appear, Hekzod did not hesitate to expel several twisted doors in a row, pulling it out for more than ten miles in one breath before asking.

In its opinion, it should leave the area as soon as the reply is received.

"They didn't write back to me. The silent expression seemed a little absent-minded.

"What?" the Lord of the Celestial Dome frowned, "Is that a trap?"

"No, I saw Vakiris. ”

Hekzod almost missed his foot and fell from the sky.

"What did you say!?"

"Vakiriss is indeed attached to the realm of consciousness, and your guess is not wrong. "It's just that the person who is attached is the king of the Grey Keep and the owner of the inheritance shard. ”

Returning to the God-made God, after listening to the narration of Cera Shassa, Hekzod fell into a state of utter confusion.

The sheer volume of information almost clogs its head.

Although it was expected that Vakiris would find something, he did not expect that humanity would go so far as to reach it, and in a sense, the Nightmare had formed a cooperative relationship with the other party. If these news spread, it would be enough to change the history of the race for nearly a thousand years, and it would also make them stand against the king.

Trying to convince the king, Hekzod dismissed the idea almost immediately—now it was unwilling to enter the Holy See again, or it would not even have a chance to refuse if the king wanted to do something to it.

So take the side of Vakiris?

In fact, in the beginning, Nightmare was also a great candidate for the king - in essence, the difference between the king and the maharaja was not reflected in ability, and there was a price to pay to become a king, depending on the individual's choice. Therefore, there is no dignity in the way of this thought, and the only thing that makes it hesitate is the human being of another race.

Regardless of whether the War of Divine Will is a hoax or not, the Inheritance Fragment has improved the race, and the human race is now making rapid progress with the help of the unknown Inheritance, and if there is another conflict in the future, what will the race do?

These doubts kept it difficult to make up its mind.

What Hekzod didn't notice was that while it was soaking in the pool and meditating, the Scourge of Silence had put on his helmet, picked up his sword, and left the mayfly without a sound.