in the name of the queen.

Chapter 337: Are you at the same level as me?
Christine, who seemed to have won the resurrection match, was not actually dead.

The abilities bestowed by the Goddess of Light were mainly used for offense and had very poor effects for defense. However, Sophia did not go all out, so Christine was sealed in an ice sculpture and sent up the mountain, which happened to make up for the missing attributes of the Soul and Blood Pentagram Array.

Christine stared at Sophia intently, her voice cold and distant.

"Blasphemer, the violent means you rely on are not worth mentioning in front of the power of the goddess. Are you still unwilling to repent for your blasphemous crime?"

Christine's words had no effect on Sophia, but they made Angelina tremble slightly.

What Sophia did was certainly enjoyable, but it was blatant blasphemy.

She believed that Sophia would eventually become a god, but before that she couldn't make too many enemies.

If there was no one around, she would kneel down, hug Sophia's thighs and cry to persuade her, but this was a public place, she could only pray silently and not hold Sophia back.

Facing Christine's textbook-like clergyman's speech, Sophia smiled slightly, threw away the sword in her hand, and a transparent azure lightsaber slowly appeared in her palm.

"This sword is called [Azure Fury]. No one has ever been able to make me pull it out before, but you did it."

Sophia's face was full of joy, and it didn't seem like she was pretending.

Roland's heart trembled. This azure lightsaber was not long, only about sixty centimeters long. It looked small and delicate, like a cute girl.

However, the moment the sword appeared, the entire White Mountain became much colder.

It goes without saying that this is the weapon that best suits Sophia's full potential.

The crystal clear lightsaber looks very much like the god of death's scythe.

Sif's face changed slightly. Even without turning on her Insight, she could clearly feel Sophia's joy and Azure Fury's desire.

Could it be that Sophia had not given her all before?
Sif's heart sank.

The Elf Flower Sea and the Soul Blood Pentagram Formation were her and Roland's last trump cards. They thought they could turn the situation around with the flower sea and the formation, but Sophia had more and stronger cards.

She felt faintly desperate.

Perhaps surrendering before the war would be the best option, but it's too late to say anything now.

She cast a trembling gaze at Roland, and her anxiety finally eased a little.

Sophia still has a killer move, but her consumption is not fake. Unless she doesn't care about being avenged by others after killing them all, she has to keep some points.

Roland gave her a look that reassured her, which completely calmed Sif's mood.

Since meeting Roland, her life has taken a completely different path.

If it weren't for Roland, she would have been crushed in the power struggle.

After comforting Sif, Roland turned his attention to Lisa and Alina.

His look contained both comfort, thanks, and a hint of apology.

Sif is stuck in the whirlpool and cannot extricate herself. She is the whirlpool itself, but Lisa and Alina could have avoided getting involved.

They supported him, not Sif.

At this point, all Roland could give them was the promise in his eyes.

Lisa's originally stiff body gradually became warm.

She understood Roland's intentions, but she never regretted it.

The meaning of life has never been its length. Some people may live to be a hundred years old but still become confused, while others may only live in their teens or twenties and still leave behind brilliant stories.

She and Roland had long understood each other without words.

She is his solid support and that will never change.

Roland turned his gaze to Alina with mixed feelings.

If I had boarded Alina's ship and followed her back to Golden Kite, the best outcome would probably be to help Mr. Carlo see through the traitors around him, take down Marco and Robert, the guys with ulterior motives, and then become Alina's husband.

By the way, he probably has to change his surname to the noble one Bonaparte.

Roland didn't mind changing his last name, but he would lose Sif forever through this line, which he couldn't even think about.

So Alina could only move back a little.

His gaze gradually softened and he uttered a word silently with his lips.

He and Alina didn't have the same level of rapport as Sif and Lisa, so he had to make it clear.

"I have kept that old ticket, just waiting to board the ship."

In the Jinyuan language, getting on board has another meaning, which is probably similar to what they did that day when they were drunk.

Alina's cheeks blushed slightly, and she nodded without saying anything.

She also didn't know how well Roland knew the Golden Kite language, and whether this old ticket was just for boarding the ship or entering the bedroom.

She agreed anyway.

Roland's last glance passed over Christine, his expression becoming even more complicated.

Christine is simple. She is different from those slutty women who claim to be saints but flirt with men. She is a real saint.

But she is complicated.

She was born a princess of the Wend Empire and longed to restore her country.

She is the most devout believer, working tirelessly to bring light to the world.

She was also the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces and his important ally. The only thing that was certain was that she and Sophia were enemies.

Although their looks were a little complicated, they only looked at each other for a moment and then looked away.

Roland took a deep breath and slowly looked at the top of Sophia's head.

The companion moon is coming faster and faster, and the day of return is here.

Sophia didn't look up, but she could feel the God-chosen Judge from Banyue approaching.

She was a little hesitant. Should she draw her sword immediately or listen to what the referee said first?
No matter how arrogant she was, she was unwilling to confront the Chosen Judge head-on.

After all, the rules of the Return Day are only valid for extraordinary people. These judges are not even flesh and blood, so they are naturally not restricted. Banyue stopped dozens of miles above the ground.

The companion moon is not very big, and its surface area is roughly equivalent to half of the Rodinia continent.

But as the distance gets closer, the gravitational force between the companion moon and the planet Theia is increasing rapidly.

Banyue stopped at the maximum distance from Roche to avoid being torn apart by the Theia plane.

Several referees flew towards Baishan on a palace-shaped artifact.

They were very fast, and they had already arrived just as Sophia was considering whether to take action.

The palace artifact hovered above Baishan Mountain, and several referees floated towards Baishan Mountain, staying in the air dozens of meters away from the top of Baishan Mountain.

The appearances of these seven referees are slightly different from those of ordinary humans, but they have one thing in common: their eyes have no pupils and their eyeballs are pure red.

The chief referee was three meters tall and he looked like no ordinary creature.

The appearance of the referee helped Sophia make a choice. She temporarily put aside her murderous intent, looked up at the sky with interest, and waited for the referee to speak.

The extraordinary people who were originally watching the show from the outside also ran towards the referee's feet.

Some of these extraordinary beings ran at full speed, some used various skills to travel, and some summoned exotic beasts and rode them leisurely.

Roland watched these extraordinary people out of the corner of his eye, evaluating their strengths and judging their identities by their appearance.

There are mediocre people, but there are also many experts.

Witch doctors and shamans from the southern continent, jungle rangers from the southern New World, and tribal warriors with paint on their faces from the northern New World.

In addition to these outsiders, there are also many figures who were once powerful figures on the continent of Rodinia.

Starting from the seventh level, extraordinary people have a lifespan that exceeds that of ordinary people.

People's physiques cannot be generalized, and their lifespans naturally vary greatly, but as long as a Rank Seven warrior does not overdraw his body, living two or three hundred years is not a problem.

In the past three hundred years, many heroic and powerful people have appeared on the continent of Rodinia. Their stories are widely circulated, so it is easy to collect information about them.

But that information was from a few years ago and was not accurate enough.

In recent years, the extraordinary people on the mainland have retired one after another, waiting for this day.

The referee finally came, how could they not be happy.

The tall referee had no hair on his head, a standard hairstyle for a strong man. His red eyes looked around at everyone without saying a word.

Just when many people were worried about his actions, he grinned.

"Dear candidates, welcome to the Fourth Return Day Banquet."

"Wait, Mr. Referee, isn't it the sixth return day?" A transcendent couldn't help but ask in confusion. The referee glanced at him and said coldly: "You speak without permission, you should be punished!"

As the referee scolded, a milky white light hammer fell from the sky and hit the unlucky transcendent who had just asked the question.

This extraordinary person is indeed a bit rash, but that's not surprising.

Extraordinary people lack friends and are born lonely. Some of them hide in seclusion for several years or even decades. Being isolated from society, they naturally have low emotional intelligence.

The moment this extraordinary person opened his mouth, Roland knew that something was going to happen to him.

The crude trick of killing the chicken to scare the monkey has been used since humans entered the class society and has never changed.

But it just works.

The God-chosen Judge is indeed powerful, but which of these extraordinary people is an ordinary person?

They have all achieved impressive results in their respective fields, which is why they are qualified to be here.

However, in the eyes of the God-chosen Judge, they are no different from ants.

Many people present didn’t even know the name and deeds of the extraordinary person just now.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

The light hammer hit the extraordinary person's head accurately, splitting it open.

The unfortunate extraordinary person had his head smashed without even a grunt and died on the spot.

Looking at his body lying on the ground, the already anxious superhumans became even more panicked.

The leader of the God-chosen Judges looked at the attitude of the extraordinary person with satisfaction and said with a smile:

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Hawkeye, the God-chosen Judge. This is Blind Man, and this is Olivar the Eyeless."

Hawkeye called out the names of the referees one by one, then said with a smile:

"There are a total of one hundred and ninety-five extraordinary people who came here today. Oh no, it's one hundred and ninety-four."

The God-chosen referee slapped his forehead and quipped in what he thought was a very humorous tone.

He was humorous, but no one dared to respond.

The talkative chicken is still lying on the ground, how dare the monkey do anything wrong.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the God-chosen Judge suddenly realized something. He patted his forehead again, suddenly restrained his expression and said seriously:

"I am here to set the rules for you on behalf of the three great goddesses."

Hawkeye stretched out his right hand and shook his ring finger. "Rule one, you must raise your hand before talking to me, and you can only speak after getting permission."

"Second, all of you must follow the game I specify. I mean, survive the survival challenge similar to the battle royale. Only those who survive are qualified to embrace the new era."

"The last answer is for the friend who was punished just now. This return day is indeed the fourth return day, but it is not the fourth return day for everyone. It is the exclusive return day for the strongest."

The referee couldn't help laughing when he saw everyone's faces changed.

"Look at your mentality. I am the God-chosen Judge, not a butcher. Of course I will leave you a chance."

"Everyone, listen carefully. This Return Day will allow the strongest to directly break through to the fourth level, and allow ten outstanding people to advance to the fifth level in advance."

After listening to the referee's introduction, a relatively young transcendent was about to speak, but suddenly remembered that someone had just been beaten to death on the spot, and quickly raised his right hand.

"Report to the referee, I have a problem."

"Speak!" The referee's voice was particularly loud.

The extraordinary person who was chosen looked at the referee nervously and asked softly: "Master Judge, except for the strongest person who was promoted to the fourth level and ten strong people who entered the fifth level, can the others only stay at the sixth level?"

The referee shook his head slowly, "Of course not. Although there are no quotas for the sixth level, there is a qualifying score."

Pointing his finger at the questioner, the Hawkeye referee said expressionlessly, "You are out. You still have a few minutes left before midnight. You can consider writing a suicide note and I will deliver it to you."

The questioner's huge body was shocked and he could hardly believe his ears.

He's been eliminated?!

He protested unconvincedly: "Mr. Judge, you can't do this. I started practicing ninety-nine years ago, waiting for this opportunity, but you said I'm out. I don't accept it!"

His eyes were red, his body was shaking wildly, his anger overwhelmed his fear, and he asked coldly:
"Your Excellency the Judge, I want to know my ranking. I need to know how many points I need to beat the person ahead of me."

"Among all the extraordinary people present here, your strength ranks 63rd, and I only confer medals on the top 60 extraordinary people."

The Hawkeye referee smiled and said, "If it's you, you do have a chance."

Hearing these words, the extraordinary person who had just spoken suddenly became energetic.

While everyone was discussing the rules, the referee suddenly raised his right hand and said with a smile:

"Oh, your suggestion just now reminded me that I will now give everyone present today a chance to change their fate. As long as you can rank in the top 60, you will be safe on shore."

The judge waved his hand, and a virtual light curtain appeared in the air.

"By the way, this is everyone's current ranking."

The first one on the list was Sophia, with a line of words written in the notes column after her name.

The honored guest of the Fourth Return Day.

The meaning is very clear. Sophia is the super strong one who is designated to jump two levels. As long as she is not dead, she is the only winner. Others are not allowed to accept the order with malicious intent.

What if she died?

No one asks such a stupid question.

Now that Sophia is dead, it is natural that the people behind her will take her place.

As long as he kills all the competitors ahead of him, he will be at rank four in no time.

Sophia and Roland's expressions barely changed.

Sophia was calm because she was the only winner, so she was calm. Roland was happy because he didn't have to face Sophia anymore.

As the promotion list is announced, those on the list dare not be negligent, for fear of being replaced.

Those outside the list were blood-thirsty and rushed towards their targets.

Roland looked towards Sophia.

Sophia stared at him with strange eyes and asked softly, "Do you also have ideas about the fourth rank?"

"Yes, but not today."

Roland asked calmly, "If I ask you to face the siege of the ten people ranked 2-11, can you withstand it?"

Sophia snorted and said nothing.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were willing to talk, there would definitely be a way.

He said indignantly, "It's so unfair! You've been fighting for a long time, and I'm afraid you don't even have one tenth of your strength left. Putting you on the stage at this time is clearly a way to pass the buck."

"If you are in full condition, no one dares to look around."

These words flattered Sophia just right, and she accepted it calmly, but still couldn't help but defend herself a few words.

"One tenth is too much. Even now I still have one third."

Sophia narrowed her eyes suddenly and stopped talking.

She felt emotional in her heart that being an enemy of Roland was so uncomfortable, as there would always be inexplicable mistakes.

Roland knew that Sophia was in a bad mood, so he didn't try to be clever or make any random jokes.

He quickly helped Sophia analyze the pros and cons.

"You need to withstand the siege of latecomers, and I also need a higher ranking, so we can definitely cooperate."

"I'll help you block those candidates, and you'll help me kill a few of the top-ranked ones."

"Return?" Sophia asked without any nonsense.

"You bring it up yourself."

"I may need to kill a few more people, and you have to stand on my side." Sophia spoke in a calm tone, seemingly casually saying something extraordinary.

Roland nodded and waved his hand. Sif and the others formed a formation around Sophia to provide protection.

The formation that was originally used to fight against Sophia has now become a formation to protect Sophia.

This world is indeed a huge makeshift team, and no one is very professional.

(End of this chapter)