in the name of the queen.

Why the hell am I not dead yet?

Roland gasped for breath, his hands shaking violently, and his mind went blank as he looked at the corpses covering the ground.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
The time traveler's three questions echoed in his mind over and over again.

"You can't do it again?"

The devil's gentle whisper rang in his ears, and Roland's body almost collapsed. His whole body was soft, except for his mouth, which remained hard.

"What are you talking about? Even if another group of spirit world knights comes, I can still defeat them!"

"is it?"

The corners of Sophia's lips slightly raised, and her slender fingers like water onions pointed towards the dark distance.

"The spirit world knight you want is over there. He will arrive at the battlefield in thirty seconds. Please be ready."

Roland: "."

He really wanted to curse, but he had no strength at all.

There is no time in the underworld, or rather, the time dimension of the underworld is completely different from that of the real world.

According to Sophia's introduction, the time they spent here was less than three hours when converted into the Theia plane.

Three hours? It's longer than three lifetimes.

Although he was exhausted, Roland's mind was still clear. The strong were very sensitive to the span of time, and he could estimate that it would take about a week to enter the underworld.

According to this ratio, even if you are delayed down there for a year, it will only be a few days in the material plane.

This is probably the only good news.

The devil Sophia always exudes the breath of a living person in a very arrogant manner, just like the blood surging in the deep sea, easily attracting bloodthirsty sharks.

The enemies kept coming.

No one knew what methods Sophia used, but the strength of these enemies, from weak to strong, was always stuck at a level where Roland had to fight desperately.

For a whole week, Roland had no food, no drink, and no sleep. He was either fighting or preparing for battle.

And his preparation period was very short.

He couldn't remember how many times he had fought to complete exhaustion.

It's not the so-called mistake of exhaustion for exhaustion, but the real loss of all strength.

This time, Roland didn't even have the strength to fall down. His whole body went limp like a slug. He was truly burned out.

Just as his body was about to touch the ground, a sigh was heard.

"You can't do it anymore?"

Roland wanted to curse.

Although a man will never admit that he is not capable of doing something, once his energy is exhausted, it is exhausted, just like the refractory period of a person. If he can't get up, he can't get up. It is useless to be stubborn.

Occasionally, Roland could still hold on when he was verbally PUAed, but this time he really didn't want to hold on, and he retorted angrily: "Yeah, yeah, I can't do it anymore, let me die."

"Then I'm leaving." Sophia certainly didn't want to indulge Roland's bad habits, so she just turned around and left.

Roland was so angry that his teeth itched, but he had to hold on.

"Come back, I'm not dead yet, I can do it!"

Sophia turned slowly, grabbed Roland's shoulders, and looked at him inquiringly.

Roland looked ashen, gritted his teeth and nodded.

The fingertips touched his forehead and a scream rang out.

The strength was restored, and a little extra was borrowed, but the price was soul-tearing pain, and each time it hurt more than the last.

The old woman definitely did it on purpose.

Roland gritted his teeth and thought to himself.

How could it be so painful to regain strength, and the pain got worse every time.

It was clearly Sophia's punishment for exhausting his energy.

Want to extend your life? I'll give it to you, but the price is pain.

Roland trembled as he tightly grasped his sword and holy shield, took a deep breath, and faced the Spirit Knight.

This is a fully upgraded version of the Nether Knights. Not only do they have powerful combat power, but they also have outstanding combat skills and exquisite formation coordination, which can unleash higher combat power.

Fight, endless fight.

Kill kill kill!

In the frenzy of killing, Roland was like a high-speed machine, with all his potential squeezed to the limit.

He never dreamed that he could wield the sword so skillfully.

After each brilliant performance and the end of a battle, he couldn't help but steal a glance at Sophia.

After all, she is the only audience here, and he needs positive feedback.

Unfortunately, no, Sophia's facial expression seemed to be locked, always neither salty nor bland.

Roland simply stopped looking at her expression and simply admired her beauty.

A great philosopher once said that the world is not short of beauty, but short of eyes to appreciate it.

Appreciating beauty is also an important means of restoring the spirit.

Of course his gaze could not escape Sophia's keen perception.

Finally, after crushing the seven spirit knights, Sophia couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

"Appreciate beauty, pure appreciation." Roland admitted openly.

"is it?"

Sophia's eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly, but quickly disappeared.

"Compared to Sylph? I want an honest answer."

Sophia looked at Roland playfully, and suddenly became curious about how he would answer this question.

If you can't come up with an interesting answer, the next punishment must be doubled.

Will he speak nicely or truthfully?
Between nice words and the truth, Roland chose bad words.

"She's my wife now, but she can be you in the future."

Sophia raised her eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but mockingly said, "My appearance has not changed for billions of years, and it was the same before my reincarnation. Can such a thing be expected in the future?"

"If we can't come back, it will naturally be you." Roland laughed at himself.

He used this answer to protest to Sophia.

Sophia understood Roland's implication and said in a slightly cold voice, "Are you blaming me?"

"Of course not. I'm just too concerned and want to see Sif as soon as possible." Roland said calmly, but the look between his brows could not hide his anxiety.

Sophia did not answer directly, but turned her jaw in another direction.

"Nine spirit world knights, one of them is a captain, watch out for him."

As soon as she finished speaking, she moved.

Roland knew that she was going to demonstrate her real fighting skills in person.

What is meant by simplicity in technique? This is exactly what Sophia's fighting skills are all about.

She simply drew her sword, unsheathed it, and sheathed it. The spirit knight who was rushing in the front didn't even have a wound on his body, but just stood there stupidly, with no sign of life.

Draw the sword nine times, kill nine times.

Her sword-drawing action was as perfect as a textbook, or it could be said that it had surpassed the skill and was close to the limit of the laws of the universe.

At the moment she sheathed her sword, her beautiful figure looked particularly lonely.

Roland could vaguely understand her loneliness.

In this big world, no one can understand her, let alone anyone who can touch her heart.

She was probably one of those unlucky people who was destined to live a lonely life.

True arrogance is not in the expression or the eyes, but permeates every cell of the body.

In the Theia plane, Sophia's power is suppressed by the laws of the universe and cannot be completely released before the day of return. There is a bit of gloom in her eyes, always giving people a cold and ruthless feeling.

But in the underworld, all the restraints were removed, and her flower of life could finally bloom without reservation. At least in the moment just now, her charm surpassed Sylph.

It has nothing to do with appearance, temperament or body shape. This is a transcendence of the level of life.

At that moment, Roland even had the urge to worship.

Is this it?
Roland's body trembled slightly, and he asked softly, "Did you touch the divine realm just now?"

Sophia raised the corners of her lips slightly and said softly, "You can say that. I have learned a lot from watching you fight these days and simulating the fight in my mind."

"Will killing these small fry help you too?" Roland was curious.

"That's not the case. Killing as many small fish as possible will do me no good."

Sophia stared at Roland and said frankly: "By observing your fighting style, I simulated your peak state and then killed you in the Sea of ​​Consciousness. It was very rewarding."

Roland: "."

He shrugged and sneered, "I don't know whether I should thank you for not treating me like a nobody, or complain that you're using me as a punching bag."

"You are an opponent worthy of my full efforts." Sophia's eyes suddenly lit up.

Roland stepped back cautiously, "What do you want to do?"

If it were someone else, he wouldn't panic, but if Sophia got in the mood, she might not be able to hold back and beat him up, or even kill him.

Sophia in battle is unreasonable.

"Don't be so nervous, we are friends. Come on, it's time to leave."

Roland's spirits suddenly perked up.

"Okay, let's go."

Just as Sophia took a few steps, Roland realized something was wrong and quickly chased after her.

"Sophia, we've taken the wrong path. This is the way to the River Styx, not the Hell."

"We are going to the River Styx." Sophia said lightly.

"Wait, what did you say? There is a Styx Ferryman there. He is at the peak of the Saint Realm, at the limit of Rank 2. Although there is no limit to my power here, I am only at Rank 3 at most."

Roland was somewhat speechless. "I fight the Styx Ferryman?"

"Yes." Sophia said calmly as if she was going to kill a chicken.

Roland wanted to say something, but Sophia calmly silenced his protest.

"Do we have a lot of time?"

What else could Roland say but to follow Sophia to the River Styx.

Standing by the Styx, Sophia stopped and asked softly, "Roland, if your fighting skills are inferior to your opponent's, how should you deal with it?"

"Crush with strength. Skills are useless in the face of absolute power."

Roland looked at the approaching Styx ferry and the boatman standing at the bow, and sighed, "But why do I feel like I'm the one being crushed?"

Sophia just smiled and didn't say anything.

The ferryman of the Styx saw Sophia and Roland standing on the shore and roared angrily.

"What did I see? A damn spirit, and a living person?!"

"This is the underworld, not a place for you to travel and have fun!"

The ferryman's roar caused ripples in the Styx, and countless water ghosts fell into the water screaming in the roar.

If it weren't for this week's high-intensity training, Roland would have fallen after hearing this roar.

But he is no longer the small shrimp he was a week ago.

He took half a step forward and was about to speak, but Sophia grabbed him by the collar and forced him back several steps.

"Come up here!"

Roland understood what Sophia meant, that is, not to fight in the enemy's home ground.

He raised his middle finger to the ferryman without hesitation, and countless obscenities poured out of him.

The ferryman of the Styx had never seen such an arrogant person, and his reason was instantly dominated by anger.

He has been ferrying people here for countless years. How could any soul here dare to speak like this?
He roared, and the oars smashed into the River Styx. The black figure floated across the wide river and fell to the ground.

"court death!"

He was too lazy to talk to Roland and just hit him with the oar.

The oar in his hand seemed to be only two or three meters long, but it spanned several dozen meters in one step and hit Roland directly on the forehead.

It was only three meters, but it seemed to span fifty meters. This strange and real feeling made Roland's hair stand on end.

Just as he was about to take a step back and see the bigger picture, Sophia's voice sounded behind him.

"Go ahead and crush him."

Roland's eyes went dark and he was almost torn apart by the pain.

Fortunately, he has experienced many soul shocks in these days and is used to it.

A tremendous force surged in his body, almost tearing his body apart.

Fortunately, he is now a spirit and his body structure is completely different, so he can hold on.

Is this the power that touches the divine realm?
Roland laughed.

The boatman, who was once as tall and majestic as a solitary peak, now seems as small as an ant.

He put away his sword, raised the sage's scepter, and smashed it down slowly.

The boatman's lips trembled with anger at Roland's rude behavior, and he almost fainted.

What a rebellion! How dare they be so disrespectful to him, the guardian of the Styx!
Then annihilate them completely! Deprive them of their right to reincarnate!
The boatman roared and hit Roland on the head with the oar, while also using his forehead to block Roland's scepter.

No skills, no dodging, just pure strength.

The boatman smiled. He was more stubborn than me, wasn't he? His head was made of the god steel of the underworld.
No, not possible!
The boatman's face showed a look of horror, and he shouted in a stern voice, "You, you are..."

"late!"

Roland picked up the scepter and smashed it down again.

The first blow smashed the ferryman's Stygian steel head, the second blow shattered his soul box, and the third blow that followed completely annihilated the Stygian ferryman with pure destructive power.

The boatman's body turned into a cloud of shining dust and disappeared.

The souls who were waiting on the shore to board the ship at this time looked at this scene in amazement. They were as frightened as toads in a thunderstorm, and they just trembled and were at a loss.

"Let's go. If we don't leave now, someone will come." Roland reminded softly.

"You can go now. I just happen to be the ferryman for a few days." Sophia said calmly.

"Wait, what did you say?" Roland was confused by Sophia's action.

"I said you can go." Sophia's expression was cold.

"You won't go with me, okay? That's not the point. The point is that you killed the Styx Ferryman but you want to work for him?"

"You killed the person, what does it have to do with me?" Sophia said expressionlessly.

Roland was so choked that he couldn't utter a word.

He could never guess what a girl was thinking, and this time was no exception.

Looking at his astonished expression, Sophia's lips curled up slightly.

"I will travel on the Styx in this boat. Without the Styx boat, you can't get across from the other side, so hurry up."

Roland really wanted to ask what to do with the souls that wanted to cross the river, but the words stopped at his lips.

He could answer this question for Sophia.

The underworld has no spare ship, so what does it have to do with me?

As expected of Sophia, she can only be so domineering.

He turned and ran away quickly, and his thank you echoed over the River Styx.

Looking at Roland's back, Sophia sighed softly and said faintly: "I can only help you delay for a while, and then it's up to you."

She cast her gaze towards the sky covered by endless darkness, her eyes were slightly cold, and there was a hint of disdain at the corners of her lips.

"God's Realm? No, they are not qualified to deify me." (End of this chapter)