in the name of the queen.

Roland had thought about leaving the Sea of ​​Annihilation, but he had never thought about leaving in this way.

The people in the Netherworld were very tough, and Sophia finally had to kill them all until a river of blood flowed before she found the person who knew the truth.

Opening the Sea of ​​Annihilation and offending the goddess will lead to death sooner or later.

If you don't open the Sea of ​​Annihilation and offend Sophia, you will die now.

Although death is death whether it is early or late, the consequences of offending Sophia are obviously more serious.

The Sea of ​​Annihilation, which was said to be impossible to leave forever, opened up a small hole silently, allowing Roland and Sif to walk out in surprise.

After walking out of the Sea of ​​Annihilation, they were led by their guide into the best restaurant in the Netherworld, and met Sophia in the private room on the top floor with the best view.

The dishes on the table are basically all ready, and the decanter is filled with red wine, so we are just waiting for them to arrive.

"Please take a seat. These dishes are a bit strange, so make do with what you have."

It's indeed a bit strange. Who would use two thin bamboo strips to make tableware?

Roland looked at the tableware that looked like chopsticks, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said softly, "Thank you for the hospitality."

You have to thank someone for saving your life, but empty words are useless. You have to thank them with actual actions. So he only said thank you for the hospitality instead of thanking them for saving his life.

Sif didn't say anything, but just gave Sophia a gentle and peaceful smile to express her gratitude.

Roland is the head of the family, and his attitude is her attitude.

After being rescued by Sofia, it would be difficult for her to compete with her in the future. Others would probably be unhappy, but Sif would not.

She was not a competitive person at first, and was even a bit of a loser.

If Sophia had not made her feel the threat of death, she would never have intended to fight Sophia.

The Battle of White Mountain had almost exhausted all her courage, and she didn't believe she still had the courage to face Sophia.

Since we are not our opponents, there is no shame in choosing to give up.

If you don't fight, you won't lose.

Sif sat down across from him, shoulder to shoulder with Roland, very close to him.

This special tableware may be a little challenging for ordinary people who use it for the first time, but she quickly mastered how to use it.

Raising the cutlery in her hand and aiming at the steak in front of her, Sif elegantly and accurately inserted it into the center of the steak, picked up the delicacy and lightly put it into her mouth.

Can this thing be used like this?

Sophia's originally cold face trembled slightly, and she couldn't help laughing.

"Did I use it wrong?" Sif was a little flustered.

"certainly."

"That's right." Roland quickly interrupted Sophia and put the steak into his mouth in the same way.

Chopsticks are free, you can use them however you want.

He quickly helped Sif come up with a reason for using it this way, "Look, does this cutlery look like a knight's lance?"

"Like." Sif's cheeks flushed slightly and she nodded repeatedly.

"So the usage of this kind of cutlery must of course refer to the spear. Stabbing is the basic usage of the spear, so it is naturally the correct way to use the spear cutlery."

Roland looked up at Sophia, pleading with his eyes, hoping that she would cooperate.

Sophia: “.”

Her mood suddenly became a little bad, perhaps it was the dark sky of the Hell that made her feel uncomfortable.

She didn't say anything, nor did she notice that the way of using cutlery was distorted by Roland and Sif, and it was like stabbing with a spear.

Sophia didn't speak, Roland didn't know how to speak, and Sif was so hungry that she just focused on eating Wuxia.

The three of them ate in silence until the waiter brought the smoked fish.

Sophia smiled and introduced to them the correct way to use chopsticks when eating this dish.

"The smoked snakehead fish has delicious and smooth meat that melts in your mouth, and the texture is even more tender, so."

Sif's hands were quick, and she had already inserted her chopsticks before Sophia finished her introduction.

The tender and smooth fish meat was extremely naughty and could not be penetrated at all. Unless she used her extraordinary powers to eat, she was destined not to be able to eat the first bite of fish.

Before Sophia could finish her words, Roland reached out his chopsticks.

“This dish requires two cutlery.”

Roland's single chopstick and Sif's chopsticks worked together to skillfully pick up the fish.

Sophia's hands froze in the air.

That's right, two chopsticks are needed to coordinate, and Roland and Sif did so. With their body coordination, using chopsticks does not require special practice, and everything goes smoothly.

But she always felt something was wrong.

Is this how chopsticks are used? How does one use them alone?
Sophia's fingers inadvertently exerted force, and the chopsticks in her hand unknowingly cracked into a tiny crack.

Roland picked up the fish. He wanted Sif to eat it first, but Sif wanted Roland to enjoy it first. There was a slight stalemate in the air, but Sif still obeyed Roland obediently, opened her cute little cherry mouth, and took a bite.

Sophia felt a little sour in her gums.

I wonder which idiot chef put too much vinegar in the dish.

She thought the matter was almost over, but Sif's next move almost made her overturn the table.

Sif held the fish in her mouth, without chewing or swallowing, but put her arms around Roland's neck and walked forward.

The lips and teeth touched, the fish meat was shared, and the two flexible tongues playfully played in the narrow cavity before reluctantly sharing the fish meat.

Fish: My death was worth it.

The chopsticks in Sophia’s hand: What happened? Why did I break them while eating?

Sophia's gums were bleeding from biting herself.

She finally understood why the adjective "gnashing teeth" was used to describe anger.

These two guys are disgusting.

They are already adults and still need to be fed. Do they have no hands? They are an old couple but still so affectionate. Who are they showing off to?

She quickly realized that this was not a show but a very natural performance.

Her mood became even worse. If it was just a show of affection, she wouldn't be so angry.

But this couple is truly in love.

This meal is inedible.

Sophia made up an excuse to leave, but in a flash, she disappeared from the restaurant.

She was full, half filled with anger and half filled with dog food.

There's no way to stay in this restaurant, so I might as well give it to this couple. If I don't leave now, they might eat so much that they won't even have any clothes left.

Although Sophia assumed the most malicious intent towards Roland and Sif, they did not disappoint her.

After she left, they really began to pant while eating. Fortunately, they were people of status and dignity, so they did not do it directly on the dining table. Instead, they found a luxurious dormitory to express their farewell feelings.

A short separation is better than a new marriage, let alone a separation of life and death. We almost never see each other again in this life.

The meal went from the dining room to the bedroom, and it would take a long time to finish.

Sophia was sitting on a lonely peak outside the city, drinking alone. Roland and Sif were in a hotel in the city, wishing they could blend into each other and greedily absorb each other's body warmth.

They all have their own joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

But people’s joys and sorrows are not shared.

Sophia finished the wine in the glass, threw the glass into the sky, and muttered to herself:

"If the cup falls, I'll drink another one. If the sky takes it away, I'll stop."

She seemed to be justified, but gravity never tolerates anyone's faults, and the cup fell back along the same path.

"Since this is fate's arrangement, let's have another drink!"

Sophia continued to pour herself wine, and drank several glasses without using her extraordinary abilities to suppress the spread of alcohol. Even though she had a high alcohol tolerance, she still couldn't handle it.

Her eyes gradually became blurred.

I only ate a few bites of food, but my stomach, which was filled with several bottles of wine, began to churn.

Of course she could easily control her stomach and intestines and force the damn thing to digest, but she didn't.

She wanted to experience the long-lost feeling of the mundane world, a mixture of happiness and pain, as fragile as paper.

She threw the cup into the sky again, her eyes becoming even more blurred, until the cup fell to the ground in front of her and shattered into pieces.

Glass shards flew and brushed across his cheek.

Even if a sword or knife hits her, it would be difficult to hurt her body, not even a piece of glass shards.

The shards of glass rubbed against the soft face and were instantly bounced away.

The feeling of pain surged from the bottom of my heart.

Why is this world so unfair to her? She was the most powerful and most potential chosen by God, and she had the highest aspirations for God's Realm, but she was rejected.

She had accepted the political marriage with great reluctance, thinking that her husband was also a well-educated nobleman who could at least maintain minimum decency and provide her with basic care and legitimate offspring.

However, she was mocked by the world time and time again.

She was not angry about Roland and Sif's display of affection.

This is their happiness, she can only envy.
No, she is not envious at all!
Sophia stared at the increasingly gloomy sky, her eyes gradually turning cold.

She frowned slightly and pointed her fingertips at the ground. The alcohol trickled down her fingertips and slowly slid down.

Enough of the fuss, this is the last obsession of the mortal Sophia.

Weakness should not belong to her, and cannot belong to her.

The unusual movement in the sky seemed to foreshadow some kind of change, which made Sophia alert and a little murderous.

It is obvious that the underworld, which is also a land of death, knows what is happening here and is making preparations in advance.

Someone snitched.

A list of suspects appeared in Sophia's mind.

She was not a judge and did not have time to interrogate. All she needed to vent her anger was a target.

She stood up and walked towards the city gate.

She may not care what kind of team the underworld sends to intercept her, but she will never let go of the person who betrayed her.

Wrongful killing? She didn't care.

The people in the Netherworld had no idea what kind of disaster they had provoked, nor did they know what kind of calamity they would encounter because of a couple who had reunited after a long separation and were showing affection.

Destruction has come.

"what happened?"

Roland, who was immersed in the gentle land, suddenly woke up and felt the earth shaking. He didn't have time to say anything else and quickly put on his clothes and picked up his weapon.

Sif bit her lip, her delicate face flushed red as if bleeding.

Of course not shy.

It is legal and reasonable for her to enjoy close contact with her lover at a negative distance, and she also feels justified when the Supreme God stands here.

She was just plain angry.

She was just seconds away from flying up into the clouds for the seventh time and then slowly floating down, but was ruthlessly interrupted.

The disappointment of the cake falling over after the candles were blown out made her murderous.

The fear of falling into the land of death, the helplessness of sinking into the sea of ​​annihilation, the excitement of Roland falling from the sky, the surprise of being rescued by Sophia, and the sexual excitement of meeting someone after a long separation made it impossible for her to calm down.

She turned around, and her armor and spear were already on.

As she and Roland rushed out of the room, they saw Sophia floating in the air, spreading a field of destruction.

The originally gloomy sky turned completely black as ink, and the arrows of destruction flew towards the targets identified by Sophia like opened locks.

Is this going to be a massacre?

Sif also flew into the sky and approached Sophia.

"Are you going to kill them all?"

Sophia saved her life, and she had to return the favor.

Although massacring a city goes against the elves' peace-loving principle, she has been friends with Roland for many years, and having no principles is her principle.

The massacre would hurt innocent people, but as long as Sophia wanted it, she had no choice but to accept it.

Sophia turned her gaze towards Sif, nine out of ten murderous intent disappeared, and she was even a little speechless.

"Don't be so extreme."

"Just kill all those I have marked. There is no need to harm innocent people."

Roland also flew into the sky and deployed a light barrier, illuminating the entire Nether Prison City.

"Nonessential people, please leave immediately to avoid accidental injuries!"

His words were like an amnesty, and countless residents flocked out of the city after receiving permission.

The marked people looked ashen.

Some people shouted loudly, hoping that Sophia would give an explanation; others begged for mercy, hoping to be forgiven.

But Sophia remained unmoved and just looked at them coldly.

Finally, someone couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere anymore and escaped from the city among the crowd.

As soon as the first smart man walked out of the city, his body turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

Sophia explained to Roland and Sif like a tutor, "The power of destruction is in accordance with the laws of the universe, but creatures with the attribute of destruction are not tolerated in the world. If you dare to leave my domain after being marked with the mark of destruction, annihilation is the inevitable outcome."

She was explaining to Roland, but it made the people who were also marked with the mark of destruction look ashen.

They can’t win by fighting, and they can’t escape by running away. Do they still have a chance to survive?
Of course there was. Under the pressure of the approaching breath of death, someone finally thought of the reason.

It must be a big deal that could make Sophia, who had originally made peace with them, so angry.

The latest big thing is that someone reported to the higher-ups.

"They were the ones who reported it! I didn't go along with them. I can swear on my soul." The bar owner Cook was so eager to survive that he put his hand on his chest without hesitation and swore a poisonous oath.

Lead-gray mist enveloped his entire body and turned into a bead that floated into his forehead.

The oath was established and he was still alive, proving his innocence.

With Cook taking the lead, naturally others followed suit and swore an oath according to the standard format.

Some people pass, some people don't.

The Judge roared, and the long sword cut through the sky and slashed towards Cook's neck.

Go to hell, you ungrateful bastard!

He knew that he was no match for Sophia and didn't dare to hope to stay alive, but he had to kill these traitors before he died.

Traitors are the most unpopular people in the world, no doubt about it.

Sophia didn't like the smooth-talking Cook, but she still took action.

A translucent light green light enveloped Cook, forming a protective shield that repelled the long knife and saved Cook.

“Whom I want to keep alive, even death cannot take away.”

When the last person who proved his innocence finished his oath, Sophia's expression no longer showed any mercy and she detonated the mark.

The forces of destruction and rebirth collided, exploded, and annihilated within the bodies of everyone in the Netherworld.

Without any chance to fight back, all the informers except the judge were killed.

The Judge had already despaired and even closed his eyes, waiting to die. However, he only heard screams all around him. How could he not be dead yet?
He opened his eyes in surprise and was about to speak when Sophia removed the mark on him and removed the domain.

"me"

"You are still dead, but they are the ones who executed you."

Sophia interrupted his reverie and pointed to Roland and Sif.

The Judge stood at the peak of the second rank that normal people could touch. It was a bit of a boast to say that he was invincible below the Divine Realm, but he did have the strength.

Roland has been baptized by the wheel battle in the underworld, and Sif has basically recovered her peak strength. In the land of death without any restrictions, they should be able to defeat the Judge.

This is an exam.

Must pass. (End of this chapter)