in the name of the queen.

Outside the city of Darkness, Milones and Irelia walked casually along the river.

"How long has it been since we last met?"

Seeing that Irelia was as quiet as ever, Milones didn't care and just started a conversation casually.

He didn't care whether the other party responded or what he said next.

He and Irelia were of the same age, and he even admired her for being beautiful and powerful when he was young and ignorant.

Luckily, he wasn't stupid enough to confess his feelings, otherwise we wouldn't even be able to be friends.

Milones secretly rejoiced.

Although succubus are an important branch of the dark race, they do not have a good reputation.

The darkin warriors didn't mind having one or even many friendly matches with the succubus, but marrying her was another matter.

Of course, except for Irelia.

She doesn't look like a succubus at all, but more like the soul of a blood demon trapped in the body of a succubus.

In short, she is not a serious succubus.

As we all know, the unruly succubus in the public's perception is the real succubus. She can't even seduce a man, so she is naturally not a real succubus.

To Milones's surprise, Irelia answered.

"Fifty-one years and three months. Milones, you are much stronger than before."

Hearing the fighting spirit in Irelia's words, Milones subconsciously took a half step back, predicting and rejecting.

"I know I'm still no match for you without even fighting."

Irelia did not force Milones to accept the competition, but asked calmly: "Milo, they don't think it's a good idea for me to go find Roland, what do you think?"

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be optimistic. The women around Roland are all top beauties, and they are not just pretty girls. Recently, the Pope of Light, Christine, has become his soul mate. It's too difficult to seduce him at this time."

Seeing that Irelia had a strange look on his face, Milones quickly put on armor.

"Of course, I can only speculate about ordinary people, not you."

"Do you want to sacrifice some of your strength to get your beauty back?"

Milones thought of a possibility and suddenly realized it.

First sacrifice your beauty in exchange for strength, and once the strength breaks through the shackles, use the excess strength to make a reverse sacrifice to regain your beauty?
It's simply genius.

Looking at Milones as if he were an idiot, Irelia sighed and asked:
"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Milones shook his head.

Irelia stared at Milones and asked in a deep voice: "You have seen Roland's woman. In your opinion, how does she compare to me when I was a teenager?"

Before she sacrificed her beauty, she was recognized as the most beautiful succubus, and her feminine charm was even better than that of Sissi.

Milones was about to answer when Irelia reminded him calmly, "Tell the truth."

Well, the easy-point question turned into a fatal question.

Milones shrugged, thought for a moment, and said seriously: "If you ignore your outstanding strength and only consider your feminine charm, you should be no less than Alina, Lisa, and Christine."

"You mean, I'm not as good as Sylph?" Irelia said expressionlessly.

Although she doesn't care about having a pretty appearance and thinks that describing her as beautiful is extremely superficial, it doesn't mean that she can happily accept that there are people who are more beautiful than her at the age of 18.

What Sissi can't do, Sylph can actually do?

Milones spread his hands and said calmly, "She is the last queen of the elves and is recognized as the most beautiful woman in the world."

Irelia was silent for a long time, and her expression changed from solemn to relieved.

"Since they are from the royal family of the elves, it is not unfair for them to lose. In ancient times, the reputation of the elves' beauties was higher than ours. After all, most succubi can't even match their aloofness."

"Milo, what do you think a honey trap is?"

Milones was relieved to see that Irelia was not angry because of the truth, and said with a smile:

"I am a superficial person. I think the basic beauty trap is to show feminine charm to seduce men. The advanced beauty trap is to deeply understand the target's regrets and find the right person to cater to his preferences."

"If a man in a high position of power had a wife who suffered with him when he was young, and lost her in middle age, and now looks for a girl who looks like his beloved wife, he will not be able to refuse her at all."

Milones's answer surprised Irelia slightly, but only a little.

"You are slightly more cognitive than the average person, about this much."

A standard insulting Korean gesture, with a small gap created.

Of course, Milones would not bother with Irelia, after all, he couldn't beat her at all.

“But it’s still superficial.”

"No matter what means you use, using your beauty to please others is wrong from the beginning."

"A true succubus doesn't attract people with charm, but by providing them with irresistible and irreplaceable benefits."

Well said, Milones thought for a moment, raised his head and asked, "So what are you going to do?"

He looked at the empty space in front of him and shook his head in self-mockery.

No wonder Irelia was too lazy to spar with him. He was probably not even qualified to be a punching bag now.

He could probably guess what Irelia's conditions were.

Strong military support.

This was indeed a temptation that Roland could not refuse.

This is much more useful than regaining your beauty and taking off your clothes. Roland might pounce on you, but he will pull up his pants after eating.

Roland is not someone who would pay exorbitant prices for prostitution.

Milo looked towards the north, watching the figure disappear at the end of the horizon, and said softly:

"Wish you good luck, and wish us good luck."

The oracle of the goddess of nature made him particularly alert.

Of course he knew that there were three goddesses in the Theia plane, and he also attended the Demon King's open class as a young talent.

I don't know if it was intentional, but the Demon Emperor said that these three goddesses are not complete, and they must return to their hometown to strengthen their bodies and souls before the destruction and rebirth of the Theia plane, otherwise they will be in danger of falling.

The probability of a god dying in an accident in the material plane is not high, but it is definitely not zero.

The Demon King is waiting for this opportunity, and the entire Darkin race is waiting for this opportunity.

The Darkin tribe was so prosperous back then, but they declined so much after being exiled. This is a history filled with blood and tears.

Precisely because the hatred between the Darkin and the Goddess is as deep as the sea, Carlo being killed by Irelia did not cause any backlash.

If it was an ordinary elder, Irelia would have to follow the procedures and find evidence if she wanted to kill him.

There is no need for trial to execute traitors of the clan.

In short, the Darkin clan must either fight to the death with the three goddesses, or all of them will die in battle. There is no third way.

The Demon Emperor is the spiritual pillar of the Darkin clan, and the reason why they firmly believe they can overthrow the three goddesses.

However, he did not return on time.

Milones couldn't imagine the consequences if the Demon King didn't return on the day of the Sanctuary's return.

The confidence of the entire Darkin will collapse in an instant, unless someone can give everyone confidence in the absence of the Demon King.

Milones also thought about becoming this hero, but quickly gave up.

He still understands the difference between a hero and a heroine.

The only one in the Darkin tribe who is qualified to do so is Irelia. The Sanctuary Return Day is the best stage for her to establish her prestige.

Although Irelia is strong, she is just one person after all and cannot change much.

She needed Roland.

But does Roland need her?
Of course Roland needs me.

Alelia thought silently.

She was moving very fast, constantly using space jumps to accelerate and rush towards Val City.

She was pretty sure it was a win-win deal.

Roland had no shortage of women, and even if she had a charm that surpassed Sylph's, it wouldn't make Roland too tempted. She attached great importance to intelligence and had learned the stories of Roland's wives in detail.

They and Roland have experienced life and death together, and no one can shake them with just a slutty bitch.

If it was Roland when he was a post office clerk, he could just find a clean succubus from the tribe to make him dizzy, but that was not the case now.

Simply put, I was late.

Irelia was very pragmatic. Since she couldn't do it by relying on her feminine charm, she was too lazy to try.

Roland values ​​his wife so much, so she is more confident.

As long as he can show his ability to help him keep his wife, Roland will be tempted.

She ran across the White Mountain and along the giant ravine cut by Sophia.

Looking at the unrepaired crack in the ground, Irelia couldn't help but stop.

After more than a hundred years, this rift valley has been covered with vegetation. Looking at the rabbits running hurriedly and the gray wolves chasing them even more anxiously, she was impressed by the resilience of nature.

On the final day of return, no matter who wins, they will control the power of the entire plane, and Theia will restart.

After all, there is a limit to what the material plane can carry. When all kinds of grievances and hatreds have accumulated to the limit and new intelligent life and species can no longer be born, the plane can only be restarted.

The sky collapsed and the earth broke apart, then reassembled and life was born from scratch.

Only super strong people who transcend the divine realm can lead some of their followers to escape this world-destroying disaster and activate their memories to continue living in the new era.

No one knows what the new era will be like, but the strong always have hope and desire that their tribe can continue into the new era.

If you were a rabbit, your biggest worry would probably be not being eaten by a wolf.

If I were a gray wolf, catching rabbits and not starving to death would be my biggest worry in life.

But people are different, they think a lot more.

Before she could sigh, Alelia looked up suddenly and saw a figure standing in front of her.

The handsome face, the muscular body, the casual and appropriate clothes, the scepter and shield casually held in his hands, were obviously the Roland she wanted to see.

Perhaps because she didn't expect to meet her target so easily, Alelia fell silent and didn't even know how to introduce herself.

"Is this Miss Eleliya?" Roland greeted her in a familiar manner.

"Do you know me?" Alelia was a little surprised.

"I take intelligence work very seriously, and I often drink and chat with Mr. Milones."

Roland's enthusiasm is reflected in his smile, and his cheerful voice easily makes people like him.

However, Irelia frowned slightly.

It goes without saying that Milones, the idiot, specifically mentioned her in order to gain power for the Darkin in the negotiations.

Not only did she not gain any benefits, but her existence was exposed prematurely.

Seeing Irelia's slightly frowned brows, Roland put away his scepter and made an invitation gesture.

"Everyone who comes from afar is a guest. Since you are a friend, please come in."

After a brief hesitation, Irelia followed, keeping a subtle distance from Roland and following him silently.

Roland was indeed a warm host. He introduced the basic situation of Val City and the Alliance along the way, as well as various tourist attractions along the way, and invited Eleria to live in Val City for a long time.

Irelia, who remained silent the entire time, was most worried that Roland would ask about the whereabouts of the Demon King.

Whether she lied or not, it would put her at a disadvantage in the negotiation.

However, Roland seemed to see through her worries and did not mention the Demon Emperor at all.

Some things don't even need to be asked.

If the Demon King is in good condition, it is Milones who will come.

As the most powerful fighter among the Darkin besides the Demon King, it was somewhat of a show of strength for Irelia to come to the negotiations in person.

In fact, she did it.

When masters meet, they don't necessarily have to fight to know who is stronger.

It is not easy for a weakling to pretend to be a master, and it is not easy for a strong person to pretend to be a noob.

Just by looking at the opponent's aura, eyes and micro-movements, you can basically judge the opponent's fighting strength.

If you can't see through it, you are either a dog on the roadside or a tiger pretending to be a pig.

Obviously, Irelia is a tiger.

Who would win in a one-on-one duel between Roland and her would depend on their on-the-spot performance and the battlefield environment, but they were indeed both strong men of the same level.

Irelia's strength is not inferior to Lisa, Alina and others, but slightly inferior to Sylph and Christine.

This was Roland's initial judgment.

Sif, who experienced triple death and broke through obstacles to return to the human world, has a complete soul and body. She has touched the powerful force at the peak of the Holy Land and is the strongest. Even Roland, who has also survived death, cannot defeat her in a one-on-one fight.

Christine embraces the light again, and her aura is no less than that of the goddess of light Tia. Her strength is naturally not to be underestimated.

No matter how determined Irelia is or how wonderful her opportunities are, it is unlikely that she will surpass Christine.

But she does have bargaining power.

Roland very politely invited Irelia to the banquet hall, but Irelia refused the lunch he prepared.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in these things. I came here to discuss business with you."

Although he was rejected on the spot, Roland didn't care.

There are too many strong and independent people, so Irelia's little request is nothing.

Since there was no need to host a lunch, Roland simply invited her to the inner study in the backyard.

Talking here represents an attitude.

She is not only a business partner, but also a friend recognized by Roland.

If it were Milones, he would never be able to enter this room even if he came a hundred times.

Treatment is based on strength, not negotiation skills.

This is how strong people interact with each other, but unfortunately Milones is not like that, neither in terms of strength nor mentality.

"I want to get a ticket to the new world for my tribe."

"The entire tribe?" Roland frowned, a little unhappy. He didn't think the other party was capable of paying an equal price.

"Of course not. There are only the young elites of the Succubus clan and a few outstanding people from other branches. You will be able to allocate the specific places based on the situation."

Irelia paused for a moment and sighed softly: "A world without beautiful succubi"

“It’s not perfect.”

Roland thought for a moment and continued to ask: "What can you provide?"

"I will charge ahead and fight until I die." Irelia said calmly, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

"You fight for the boat tickets for your tribe, but don't you care about your own life?"

Roland shook his head slowly. "I believe there are selfless and noble people in this world, but you are not one of them."

Irelia smiled and nodded. "You are a good judge of people. I am a selfish person. However, the power I pursue must achieve a breakthrough in the horror of life and death."

Roland could accept this explanation.

His fingertips tapped the table rhythmically, and after a long silence, he gave the final condition.

"The Darkspawn will continue to be led by Milones. You will stay and participate in special operations at any time."

Roland's implication was clear. Since Irelia claimed that she must break through in battle, then she should stay and join the battle.

Not only that, she would also have to withdraw from the affairs of the Darkin tribe and lose control of the tribe.

She must become the sharpest knife in Roland's hand and cannot become a powerful ethnic leader that can threaten the Rodinia Alliance.

She has this ability.

The corners of Alelia's lips slightly raised, and she said softly, "As you command."

Ethnic affairs? Oh, she was worried that she couldn't find a reason to get rid of these trivial matters, and now she has one. (End of this chapter)