Chapter 1315 The First Direct Contact

If all goes well with the Western Front plan, the life ephemera should have overflowed the edge of the continental ridge and penetrated into human territory.

This means that the Tower of Birth in the Great Rift Valley is no longer a secret, and no matter how slow the opponent is, they should be able to react. But why is Hackzord still indifferent? Are humans too weak for it to be able to deal with it alone?

No matter how she thought about it, Vakiris thought it was impossible. If the opponent was so weak, Ersluk would not be defeated on the fertile plain.

It knew in its heart that being in isolation for too long made it lose its ability to judge the situation.

This experience made Nightmare feel extremely uneasy.

And that human...

It looked at the other end of the ring and saw Roland accompanying the two females, watching the game with interest.

damn it! Doesn't he have anything serious to do?

If he has a way to escape from here, then it may be 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 to communicate with the outside world.

As long as the other party leaves the realm of consciousness, he will have a chance to capture that opportunity. After all, in the king's dominating Holy Seat, it has sensed the connection between the king and the realm many times before. It is precisely because of this ability that it dares to follow the fluctuations of the inheritance fragments and search for Roland's traces in the depths of the consciousness.

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

Is it possible for a human king to be so idle that he doesn't care about political affairs for several months? I would rather waste time in meaningless martial arts conferences than read more books. The only explanation is that there is too little pressure from the front line.

So it's still Hackzord's fault!

While her mood was ups and downs, Vakiris suddenly noticed that Roland had left the two people and walked to a corner alone. And there stood a hooded female, as if she was waiting for him there on purpose.

It pretended to be casual and walked out of the crowd, but its eyes were always on Roland.

After they briefly exchanged a few words, the female pointed in the direction of the exit. Roland seemed hesitant, but finally nodded.

Did the association discover something?

Vakiris originally planned to stop there, but for some reason, it always felt that the female had a familiar aura on her body. It was this strange feeling that made him take a few more steps and glance closer.

It was this glance that made all the hairs on Valkyris's body stand up - in the dim light, it saw a face that resembled Sistalis, or... "Lan" of the Martial Arts Association. ”!

Could it be that Qianxiang has always been hidden in this world?

And is it also because of it that Roland can enter and exit this place as a human male?

This news was so shocking that Vakiris could no longer suppress the impulse in her heart and quickly followed.

After Roland and the suspected Thousand-Shaped Man passed through the safe passage, they did not walk out of the competition hall. Instead, they turned and entered the underground garage. Nightmare tried to walk as slowly as possible and followed the two of them from a distance until they entered a human defense evacuation passage. .

When Vakiris followed, she found that the passage was only more than ten meters long, without any forks in it. At the end was a closed cement wall with the warning "Not yet completed, no entry allowed" hanging on it. It was obviously a dead end, but the two of them disappeared.

Oops, it’s a trap!

Vakiris reacted instantly, but it was too late.

Before it could turn around and retreat, Roland appeared behind it, blocking the only way. And there were several females standing next to him - seeing how they used their abilities completely different from those of the martial arts masters, Vakiris didn't even have the last bit of luck left.

There was no doubt that the people standing around him were witches.

It finally understood where the familiar feeling came from. It was the subtle difference between magic power fluctuations and the power of nature. If a witch can also come to this realm of consciousness and possess her original power, then it will only be a matter of time before she is exposed.

After all, the other party can quietly hide so many people to set up an ambush, and it is only a piece of cake to sneak into its side and conduct surveillance-this truth can be understood with just a little thought. All its disguises are for surface contact, and facing witches with weird abilities is just a joke. I am afraid that in the past four months, its whereabouts have been thoroughly traced by witches.

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

Vakiris didn't speak.

Anything you say at this time will only be self-defeating.

Although it still couldn't figure out why the other party allowed witches to come to this realm, that was no longer important.

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 mobilized all the magic power in his body and leaned forward slightly - as for the lack of magic stone ability and demon-slaying skills, the chances of winning in front of a group of fighting witches were completely out of his consideration. No matter what the circumstances, it is impossible to surrender to the enemy!

"How about I treat you to coffee from the Kajiad Peninsula?" Roland said again.

"——" Vakiris almost stumbled as she took a step forward. It froze in place, its upper body still tilted, and it looked like it was stopping rather stiffly. "What did you say?"

"Please drink coffee." Roland repeated, "Although it is not really coffee, but a similar special drink."

Vakiris stared at him for a long time before she asked the question in her heart, "...Why?"

It was completely unable to guess what this male was thinking - the reality was different from this place, and the coexistence of the ethnic group and humans was just an illusion. Now that the other party had confirmed its true origin, it should be impossible to let him go. If what greets it is not death, then it will only lead to a fate worse than death.

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

The battle of divine will... is not the final battle...

Vakiris couldn't help but be stunned.

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

After a long silence, it returned to its alert posture, "Where do you want to talk?"

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

…

The other party did not deceive it.

The chosen location is a high-end restaurant in a building. Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, you can see the silver-clad city skyline. There is soft music floating in the hall, and the atmosphere looks elegant and peaceful.

Vakiris knew that choosing to talk here was also a sign of the other party's sincerity - if you wanted to kill it, a public place with lots of people coming and going was definitely not a suitable execution place.

Looking at the group of witches who were watching eagerly, it took a deep breath after sitting down, "Why don't you just invite me here?"

"That would be a waste of time. I don't think you will admit it right away - before being forced into a desperate situation, people are always prone to resistance and escape. It is easier this way." Roland shrugged, "Since we We have reached a preliminary consensus, so let’s get to the point quickly. It will be good for both of us to be frank. I am Roland Wimbledon, the King of Graycastle and one of the creators of the Dream World. What is your identity?"

One of the creators? Although it has been guessed that the other party is not a simple visitor, this identity still surprises Vakiris. It is the first time that it has heard that the realm of consciousness can be created by multiple people. But this may also be the reason why he cannot completely control this field like Wang. Resisting the urge to ask who the others were, Nightmare slowly replied, "Vakiris, that's my name."

"What about titles and levels? For example, something like "Lord of the Sky"... You can be more detailed. "

It paused for a moment, "Nightmare King, this is my title."

"puff--"

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

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