If all goes well on the Western Front, the mayflies of life should have spilled over the edge of the continental ridge and infiltrated human territory.

This means that the Tower of Birth in the Great Rift Valley is no longer a secret, and even the opponent should react even if he is sluggish. But why is Hexzod still indifferent? Is humanity too weak for it to deal with alone?

Vakiris's thought it was unlikely, and if the opponent was weak to this extent, Ersruk would not be defeated on the Fertile Plains.

It knew in its heart that the prolonged isolation had deprived it of its ability to judge the situation.

This experience made Nightmare feel extremely uneasy.

And the human......

It looked to the other end of the ring and saw Roland beside the two females, watching the match with interest.

Damn, doesn't he have a business to do?

If he has a way to get out of here, then maybe it is also his only chance - the inheritance and knowledge of mankind are undoubtedly brought out of this world by him, and he must have some kind of channel of communication with the outside world.

As long as the other party leaves the realm of consciousness, he will have the opportunity to capture that opportunity, after all, in the king's throne before, it has sensed the connection between the king and the realm many times. It is precisely because of this ability that it dares to follow the fluctuations of the inheritance fragment and go to the depths of the consciousness realm to find Roland's traces.

However, the other party has been active in this world realm, and has not given it any opportunity to take advantage of it at all.

Could it be that a human king can be so idle that he will not take care of political affairs for several months? He would rather waste his time at meaningless martial arts conferences than read a few more books, and the only explanation is that there is too little pressure from the front.

So it's still Hekzod's fault!

In the midst of her ups and downs, Vakiris suddenly noticed that Roland had left the two of them and walked alone to a corner. And there stood a hooded female who, as if waiting for him on purpose.

It walked out of the crowd with a casual appearance, but its eyes remained fixed on Roland.

After a few brief conversations, the female pointed in the direction of her mouth. Roland seemed hesitant, but nodded eventually.

Did the association find out what's going on?

Vakiriss had intended to stop there, but for some reason, it felt familiar to the female. It was this strange feeling that made it take a few more steps and glance at it closer.

It was this flick that made the cold hairs on Vakiris's body stand on end—in the dim light, it saw a face that resembled that of Sistaris, or rather...... "Arashi" of the Martial Arts Association!

Could it be that a thousand shapes have always been hidden in this world?

And Roland was able to enter and exit this place as a human male, because of it?

The news was so shocking that Vakiriss could no longer hold back her impulse and quickly followed.

Roland and the suspected Thousand Shapes did not walk towards the outside of the tournament hall after passing through the safe passage, but turned around and entered the underground garage, where Nightmare tried to slow down as much as possible, following the two of them far behind until they entered a civil air defense evacuation channel.

When Vakiriss followed, he found that the passage was only more than ten meters long, without any forks in it, and at the end was a closed cement wall with a warning sign that read "Not yet finished, no entry". It was obviously a dead end, but the two disappeared.

Oops, it's a trap!

Vakiris's reacted instantly, but it was too late.

Before it could turn and retreat, Roland had already appeared behind it in a hurry, blocking the only pathway. And there were several females standing beside him—seeing the way those abilities were used in a completely different way than the martial artists, Vakiris didn't even have the last chance left.

There was no doubt that all the witches standing beside him were witches.

It finally understood where the familiarity it had felt before came from, the subtle difference between the fluctuations of magic and the forces of nature. If witches can also come to this realm of consciousness and have their original powers, then it is only a matter of time before they are exposed.

After all, the other party can quietly hide so many people to set up an ambush, and it is only easy to sneak into its side to spy on it - this truth can be understood with a little thought. All its disguises are aimed at contact on the surface, and it is just a joke in the face of a witch with strange abilities, and I am afraid that in the past four months, its movements have already been thoroughly touched by witches.

"We meet again, Miss Vakiris. Roland said calmly.

Vakiriss didn't speak.

Anything to say at such a time would only be self-defeating.

Although it still couldn't figure out why the other party could let the witch come to the realm, it didn't matter anymore.

The other party deliberately set up an ambush in this secluded place, and its purpose is self-evident.

The only thing it can do now is die in battle.

The Nightmare Lord mustered up the magic power of his whole body, and leaned forward slightly—as for the lack of magic stone ability and demon slaying skills, the odds of victory in front of a group of battle witches were not in his consideration at all. It is impossible to surrender to the enemy under any circumstances!

"How about I invite you to coffee from the Kagard Peninsula?" Roland said again.

Valkyris's steps had barely missed, it froze in place, its upper body still tilted, and it looked stiff to stop. "Y-what did you say?"

"Coffee, please. Roland repeated, "It's not really coffee, it's something like that. ”

Vakiriss glared at him for a long time before she spoke the question in her heart, "...... Why?"

It couldn't guess what the male was thinking—the reality was different from this place, and the coexistence of race and humanity was just an illusion, and now that the other party had confirmed its true origin, it should be impossible to let it go. If it is not greeted by death, then it will only end worse than death.

"Because it's better to spread things out than to hide them. Roland said slowly, "Especially when the battle of divine will is not the final battle. ”

Battle of the Divine Will...... It's not the final battle......

Vakiriss couldn't help but be stunned.

It didn't expect to hear this from a human.

After a long silence, it reverted to a defensive posture, "Where do you want to talk?"

"It's not far from here, just a few minutes away. Roland snapped his fingers, and the sound of the car's engine sounded behind him, "Get in the car, I've already booked a seat." ”

......

The other party did not deceive it.

The chosen location is an upscale restaurant in a building, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline and soft music in the room.

Vakiriss knew that choosing to talk here was also a sign of sincerity - if you wanted to kill it, a crowded public place would never be a suitable place to be executed.

Looking at the group of witches who were eyeing each other, it sat down and took a deep breath, "Why don't you just ask me to come here?"

"It's a waste of time, and I don't think you'll admit it at first time – it's easier to resist and run away from it until you're cornered. Roland shrugged, "Now that we have a preliminary consensus, let's get to the point quickly and be honest and be honest for both of us." I am Roland Wimbleton, King of the Grey Castle and one of the creators of the dream world. Who are you?"

Author...... Although he had already guessed that the other party was not a mere visitor, this identity surprised Vakyris, who had heard for the first time that the realm of consciousness could be created by multiple people. But this may also be the reason why he can't control the realm as completely as the king. Suppressing the urge to ask who the others were, Nightmare slowly replied, "Vakiris, that's my name. ”

"What about titles and tiers, like Lord of the Vault...... You could go into a little more detail. ”

It paused for a moment, "Nightmare Lord, that's my title." ”

"Poof—"

This time it was Roland's turn to be surprised.

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