in the name of the queen.

The damn woman finally left!
The Judge had a solution. He was indeed the most powerful man in Hell. He was able to persuade Sophia to retreat.
?
The bar's regular customers returned to their familiar seats, ordered their drinks and began to chat.

However, the boss Cook, who should have been the happiest, couldn't smile.

Did he really persuade them to quit? He was a little skeptical.

Cook still shudders when he thinks of Sophia's superb skills.

The clear water flame leaping in the palm of his hand is an image that he will never forget in his life.

Extraordinarily beautiful and very terrifying.

Although the Arbiter is powerful, Cook can understand his methods, which are very different from Sophia's.

But no matter what, it's good that the problem is solved
Cook's eyes suddenly widened, and the bottle of wine he had just held in his hand slipped from his palm, and he was completely dumbfounded.

Even if a ghost was standing in front of him he wouldn't be so surprised.

After all, strictly speaking, all residents of the Netherworld have died at least once and are all souls.

But it was Sophia who stood at the door.

Why did this nightmarish woman come back? Didn't the judge declare her problem solved? Is this considered a solution?
Before he could complain, Cook walked up to him with a sad face.

"Ms. Sophia, are you here to take care of the shop business?"

"Yeah." Sophia nodded calmly.

Cook didn't even have the strength to cry. The only reason he didn't faint was because he felt a chill on his back.

Just when he thought Sophia was going to blackmail him again, a bag of gold coins was thrown on the bar.

"Give me the best wine, it has to be an aged red wine."

Cook was stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses. He quickly put on a flattering smile and said, "You are too polite. If it's just a few bottles of wine, I will treat you."

"Why, do I look like someone who buys things without paying?" Sophia frowned slightly.

This sentence made Cook blush instantly. If he could beat her, he really wanted to go up and fight her to the death.

Damn, I just blackmailed him a few days ago, and now he’s trying to do this?

Although he was furious, he didn't dare to refute.

Those with bigger fists have absolute say, and Sophia's fists are obviously bigger.

Dejectedly, he opened the closet behind him, used a slightly rusty key to open the secret compartment inside, and with great heartache, he took out the fine wine that he had treasured for many years.

Looking at his conflicted and painful expression, Sophia knew that the old man was not hiding anything. She nodded with satisfaction, asked Cook to find a box to pack it for her, and then picked up the box and left.

Apart from the fact that the money came from a dubious source, it seemed like just a normal shopping experience.

Cook breathed a sigh of relief and carefully opened the bag of gold coins. He was shocked to find that this bag was the purse used by the Arbiter to hold money.

The purse has a unique style and a dagger logo on the seal.

Cook's face changed slightly, and he quickly opened the purse, crumpled it, and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

He finally understood how the judge solved the Sophia problem.

Lose money and eliminate disaster.

At this moment, the judge's lofty halo was shattered, and there was no longer any dignity left.

Cook guessed correctly, the arbitrator did indeed spend money to avoid disaster.

On that day, he asked Sophia to meet him in the wilderness outside the city, saying that they would take action outside the city and not destroy it. Then he knelt down in an instant and asked Sophia to pay money to avoid the disaster in the toughest tone.

Faced with the knowledgeable and sensible judge, Sophia did not make things difficult for him and only made three requests.

First, she enjoys freedom of movement in prison.

The arbitrator dared not disobey and agreed decisively.

Second, she enjoys the freedom to shop in prison.

The judge was sweating profusely and was forced to agree.

The Arbiter is only a powerful person respected and recognized by all forces in the Netherworld. He does not have jurisdiction, and he certainly has no right to ask others to provide free goods to Sophia.

The so-called shopping freedom means paying money.

After Sophia reported a terrifying number, the Judge looked pale and wanted to take action countless times, but every time he clenched his fists, the horrifying scene of the Sea of ​​Annihilation appeared before his eyes, and he finally chose to give up.

It’s just shopping freedom, give it to me!

Third, she wanted permission to access all the information in the Nether Prison.

The arbitrator could not decide on this point, but he promised to persuade all forces in the Hell to accept it.

Sophia gave him three days, and today was the last day.

The red wine had a pleasant aroma. Sophia, sitting on a high hill in the wasteland outside the city, drank it alone, enjoying the mellow red wine with a unique flavor and waiting for the result.

The wind started to blow and footsteps gradually approached.

The answer she wanted came.

The arbitrator did not come, but many people did.

There were at least seventy or eighty of them. Although he was too lazy to look carefully, those who dared to join the encirclement and suppression had at least the amazing strength of Rank Three. It would not be easy for Roland to kill them alone.

Of course, in Sophia's critical eyes, these people have no potential to surpass Roland.

Given time, it is not impossible for Roland to defeat these idiots alone.

All he needs is time.

Sophia imagined a template of Roland's fully grown body in her mind, and simulated the portraits of the powerful warriors in the Nether Prison. She helped Roland complete a solo battle in her mind, but suddenly she felt a little bored.

The name of Hell is somewhat mismatched.

Or perhaps people's perception of these exiles is somewhat distorted.

They are indeed strong ones in the original plane, but not the strongest, otherwise it would be their enemies who were exiled.

Those who failed in the struggle on the material plane were exiled to the second layer of the Land of Death, unable to escape forever. In the final analysis, they were just a group of stronger prisoners.

As long as we put aside the stereotype that the Netherworld is extremely terrifying, what is so special about them?

Sophia's lips curled up slightly as she continued to taste the wine, not taking the people who surrounded her seriously at all.

Her confidence comes not only from herself, but also from Sif.

Sif's strength back then was far less than hers now, but she was able to fight her way out of the Netherworld and head straight for the Sea of ​​Annihilation, which shows the true strength of the Netherworld.

If you are really capable, you won't be locked up in a big cell in the land of death.

The gate to Hell was right there, but they didn't even have the courage to leave. It was obvious that they were no match for the army of the underworld.

After all, the underworld is backed by the god of death, and the Queen of the Underworld controls the banks of the River Styx. Countless creatures from the material plane enter the underworld as souls and become resources of the underworld.

There are limited places for reincarnation, so where can the souls that cannot reincarnate go? Of course, they turn themselves into bricks to build the underworld.

Sophia is belligerent, but not reckless.

In the underworld, she always kept herself restrained, not being too arrogant, and certainly not crossing the River Styx to provoke the Queen of the Underworld, Judea.

But Hell is different.

Even Sif, who escaped in a panic in the past, can be killed. What is there to be afraid of?

Sophia > Sif > Hell.

The inequality is conductive, so she wins.

Seeing Sophia being so arrogant, the people in the Nether Prison who originally wanted to discuss the matter properly became furious. They looked at each other, and finally an old man stepped out from the crowd and snorted coldly to remind Sophia to be careful.

"Ms. Sophia, do you think you can defeat all the strong men in Hell by yourself, or even kill us all?"

Sophia glanced at the old man out of the corner of her eye, pondered for a moment, and nodded seriously.

Although it is a little difficult, it can be done. The old man's wrinkled face instantly turned red.

He originally wanted to establish a negotiation advantage by saying "No matter how strong you are, can you defeat so many people?" and then strive for a decent compromise. However, he didn't expect Sofia to not play by the rules at all and didn't take him seriously at all.

The old man's anger froze in the air, and he was at a loss for a moment.

He really wanted to issue an order to attack together, but he didn't dare to.

Just as he was hesitating, a dark shadow came from behind him with a hoarse and low voice.

"Even if a god descends, he won't dare to act so arrogantly in the land of freedom. I..."

"Come together, I'm not interested in the names of dead people." Sophia was still shaking the goblet, her eyes fixed on the scarlet wine, as if she was telling a trivial matter.

Having said that, there is no point in messing around if you don’t take action now.

The black shadow roared angrily and took the lead in charging.

A huge black sickle came into his hand, shining with a dark light, and slashed towards Sophia's slender and white swan-like neck as fast as lightning.

The moment he took action, magic, arrows, flying knives, guns, and swords were launched almost simultaneously, blocking every inch of space in front, behind, and around Sophia.

They had rehearsed several times before coming here, and the target of the rehearsal was of course the judge who was shrinking and afraid to go up himself.

Under the siege of the crowd, the Judge was beaten and fled away in panic after a brief resistance.

Even if Sophia is stronger than the Arbiter, they are all below the Divine Realm, so how much stronger can she be?

If we all attack together, can we kill all of us before she is exhausted?
Faced with this trap, Sophia sighed, put down the goblet, took out a crystal ball and threw it into the sky.

A sharp-eyed Hell Warrior in the crowd recognized the crystal ball and exclaimed:
"This is Soros's crystal ball, it's used for video recording!"

Video?

Everyone in the siege was a little confused. Can the crystal ball used for recording break the siege?

Of course not, but the battlefield situation can be recorded.

If this boring battle can't even serve as a teaching film, then it would be a bit ridiculous.

Sophia thought silently.

She did not draw her sword, but picked up a branch she had broken off from a giant tree outside the city.

The size and thickness of this branch is almost the same as Roland's scepter, making it very suitable for simulating Roland's fighting style.

She did not use the power of destruction, but instead used the power of light that she had comprehended after observing Roland these days.

Although she was full of disgust towards the goddess of light, Tia, light was not a disgusting force.

In fact, the attributes of the power of light are very comprehensive, covering many functions such as attack, defense, gain, treatment, resurrection, etc. Master the light, and your life will not be dark.

This is not religious brainwashing, but the truth.

The power of destruction is good at attacking and weakening, while the power of rebirth is good at defending, assisting, and resurrecting. Only when the two are combined can the effect of the power of light be perfectly realized.

It is precisely because the power of light is so comprehensive that she believes that Roland has unlimited potential and looks down on Tia even more.

It is sad and lamentable that he holds supreme power but becomes a slave.

Let this light illuminate the hopeless hell.

Tia, Roland, watch carefully, this is how the power of light is used.

【illumination】

A milky white light gushed out from the palm of his hand, instantly filling the entire space.

After all, Hell is a place of death. Although there are many talented people here, there are no people who are proficient in positive attribute powers.

The holy light illuminated the Hell and blinded many besiegers, rendering them instantly incapable and unable to see anything.

The powerful men in the Nether Prison have usually only seen weak light and have poor adaptability to strong light.

But because there is usually only weak light in the Nether Prison, they do not rely much on vision. After a moment of shock, they quickly recover from the chaos and launch another attack.

Countless long-range projectiles and swords hit Sophia almost at the same time.

A translucent milky white light shield appeared, wrapping Sophia in it.

Three pairs of light wings opened behind her, making her look like an angel descending.

The moment they saw the three pairs of light wings, many strong men's hearts trembled.

At least half of the exiles in this dark prison were banished because they had offended the goddess of light, Tia. Seeing the light coming was like seeing a ghost.

This moment of surprise turned the perfectly rehearsed coordination into a strategy of adding fuel to the fire for each team that arrived one after the other.

If she used the power of destruction, it wouldn't be so troublesome, but she was now using the power of light, which she was not familiar with, to record a teaching film for Roland, so she still had to be skillful.

Of course, Sophia would not miss this fleeting opportunity. The branch lightly hit the edge of the helmet of the heavily armored warrior who was rushing in the front.

The heavily armored warrior is wrapped in black Austrian steel heavy armor, which makes him basically immune to all kinds of direct damage for a short period of time and almost invincible.

So he rushed to the front and delivered the fastest.

Of course, it is a dream to use a branch to knock down heavy armor, but Sophia will not be stopped by the can.

When the branch hit his head, holy light flashed violently, and the shockwaves penetrated the armor, turning the heavily armored warrior's brain into a pulp, causing him to die instantly.

The fall of the heavily armored warrior left the surrounding warriors who were following the charge at a loss as to what to do.

The strongest warrior has fallen, is there any need to ask the more vulnerable ones?
They originally followed the heavily armored warriors hoping to take advantage, but they didn't expect to face terrible monsters, and their high morale collapsed instantly.

They had to think seriously about a problem.

Can Sophia really kill them all?
The answer is certainly yes.

If she hadn't wanted to record a relatively easy-to-understand instructional video for Roland, she would have killed everyone long ago.

Although she has restrained herself a lot, she is no longer on the same level as these unfortunate guys.

Perhaps they thought that since everyone was in the divine realm, the difference wouldn't be that big.

However, they did not know that Sophia had already embarked on a completely different path.

She can be deified without ascending to the divine realm.

They are facing Sophia who is half a step away from becoming a god, they are facing the ultimate version of Sophia who has touched the shackles.

Even if Tia came in person, she would not be a match for Sophia without external force.

This is not a battle, but a simple killing tutorial.

When the casualties exceeded one-third, the besiegers finally realized that something was wrong.

The remaining people finally couldn't bear it anymore and begged Sophia for mercy.

Facing their wailing, Sophia paused for a moment and asked in a deep voice, "Who knows about the Sea of ​​Annihilation?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't understand why this killer asked about the Sea of ​​Annihilation.

Just when they didn't know how to answer, Sophia already knew the answer.

What use are these idiots if they don’t even know the most important secret?

Since it's useless, just die.

The residents of Hell have all died once or even twice, so dying once more won't hurt.

Sophia raised the scepter, and the holy light became stronger.

Just as she was about to use her group skill to clear the area, someone finally couldn't help but howl.

"A land forsaken by the gods! The Sea of ​​Annihilation is a land forsaken by the gods!"

Sophia's killing intent came to an abrupt end when she was about to tear him to pieces, and her eyes turned cold.

"How much do you know? Tell me!" (End of this chapter)