in the name of the queen.

The longer you stay at the top, the harder it is to stay mentally normal.

The fragility of the human body and the life span that is destined to carry wisdom in a group-based continuation mean that humans can stand at the top but it is difficult for individuals.

That’s why there is the divine realm.

Only the body of a god can carry more powerful power and obsession.

Ascend to the divine realm?
This is a fatal temptation for every extraordinary person.

Once you ascend to the divine realm, you can accompany the master and become a powerful god.

God is omnipotent, God knows everything, God rules over everything, and God is immortal.

This is the legend of the gods.

People envy Tia and want to become Tia.

The legend of the four places makes every extraordinary person eager to move.

Since we are choosing the lucky one, you must be alive.

The living are not necessarily lucky, but the dead are destined to be unfortunate.

While the weak are still thinking about how to get lucky, the strong have already taken action.

As long as I kill everyone, I will definitely be the luckiest, right?
At least that's what other extraordinary people think, Inquisitor Roland and his women.

Roland and his men attacked from all sides, taking down the extraordinary people with ulterior motives at lightning speed.

Under the horrified and distressed gazes of the other extraordinary beings, Roland and his companions obtained intelligence from the corpses and soul fragments of these disloyal people and learned the decree from the divine realm.

Choose four lucky people to become the new gods.

So that's how it is. This reason can fully explain the unusual movements of these people.

Faced with this kind of beggarly treatment, Roland would certainly not accept it.

At present, he still can't find any evidence to prove that life in the God's Realm is bad. In the minds of most people, becoming a god is the pinnacle of life, and they don't seem to think much about what will happen after the peak.

But there was a hurdle in Roland's heart that he could never get over.

What was the Theia plane like in the last era?
Is there a brilliant civilization and outstanding strong people?
Roland believed that there should be. The Theia plane was suitable for the reproduction of life. Since there was civilization in this era, why did he think there was no civilization in the previous era?
Don't be so arrogant.

Roland often wondered, if civilization existed in the last era, how did it disappear into ashes in the apocalyptic catastrophe?
He had no answer and fell into deep thought.

Unlike decades ago, Roland now increasingly likes to stand on the top of the White Mountain and think about life.

He no longer had any interest in imparting knowledge, and he and his wives spent less and less time together.

Their thoughts were simple: whatever Roland did, he must have his reasons, so they all chose to believe him.

Looking at the white snow, he inexplicably thought of the old friend who had passed away many years ago.

Sophia.

Roland's transformation from hating Sophia, submitting to Sophia, understanding Sophia to now becoming Sophia did not happen overnight.

He used to think Sophia was a tyrant, but now he retracts his prejudice.

She was too kind for the power she possessed and the gentleness of her rule.

After the group of extraordinary people with two minds were killed, Roland's compassion was also killed.

He is so tolerant that some people actually dare to challenge his authority.

From that day on, any important person who dared to question or oppose him would become part of the atmosphere.

On the second day after the destruction of the Yi Xin team, he announced to all the strong men that if anyone believed that there were four places, they should move within the range he designated and wait patiently for the Divine Realm to select people, but they must not leave the designated area, otherwise they would be killed.

If you don't believe it, then follow him and take up arms to resist.

"Let us, the Theians, lead the entire process of restarting annihilation ourselves and let us be the masters of the new era."

Roland's action plan was simple and crude.

The material plane has its own protection layer. The overlord cannot enter. Only lower-level gods can enter, and they must be born locally.

To put it simply, it is the Tia trio.

As long as they are killed and the annihilation restart process is controlled, one can naturally become the master of the human world in the new era.

It’s better to be the boss in the small world than to be a servant in the divine realm.

Although the situation inside the divine realm is not very clear, the authority of the overlord is unshakable, and the life of ordinary gods is not necessarily much better than that of mortals in the ordinary world.

Because of their almost infinite lifespan, this pain can even be considered eternal pain.

Roland doesn't want this kind of eternal life.

There was someone suppressing me before I was reborn, and there is still someone suppressing me after I was reborn. So, didn’t I reborn in vain?

Standing at the pinnacle of both strength and power, Roland had long since disdained the enjoyment of the human world, and did not want to go to the divine realm to become part of the enjoyment of the master.

If you can't lead annihilation to restart, it would be nice to turn into a brilliant spark.

Of course, before turning into fireworks, he had to let these three deserters stay and provide nutrients to Theia who had lost too much blood.

It's good to enjoy the resources of your hometown and become a superior person in a big city.

But never thinking about giving back to your hometown, or even thinking about how to make more money, is inappropriate.

Time passed quickly. When Roland stood on the top of White Mountain and felt the meaning of life, the world below the mountain seemed to have changed.

A few hundred years is just a blink of an eye for super powerful people, but it is a huge change for ordinary people.

Over the past few hundred years, the speed of human technological development has been astonishingly fast.

They landed on the companion moon in the shortest time possible, established forward bases on the Red Moon and Blue Moon, and ambitiously formulated plans to march into space and explore the life-forbidden zones.

In the field of life sciences, human scientists kicked alchemists off the altar and unscrupulously broke into the absolute forbidden zone of human genetic experiments.

The executive officers of the Rodinia Alliance at that time did not dare to make a decision on their own and could only ask Roland for judgment.

He asked Roland "yes" or "no", and Roland's answer was or.

Roland did not give a clear answer, which made both the supporters and opponents feel justified. The supporters believed that since Inquisitor Roland did not say no, then it was okay.

The opposition's argument was that Inquisitor Roland just didn't want to oppose directly. If he really supported him, why didn't he nod?

Faced with the quarrel between the two factions, the executive officer's response was simple.

"If you think you can do it, do it. If you think you can't do it, stop it. But please think about the consequences before you do it."

Think about the consequences?
The last thing a mad scientist cares about is the consequences.

Those who support genetic modification quickly gained support from big capital.

Their slogan is so touching, "Let ordinary people have the opportunity to be on par with the great and even the gods!"

It’s just short of clearly stating why the extraordinary people are superior to others. We ordinary people have our own way, genetic modification!
Human beings are like this. They are not worried about scarcity but inequality.

In the past, everyone entered the cycle of reincarnation when they died at the age of several dozen to a hundred years old, and this would not change no matter how glorious their life was.

Death is the greatest kindness of the great universe to the poor.

Genetic modification aims to change all of this.

The rational voices of the opposition were quickly drowned out, and some even disappeared physically.

Standing on the top of White Mountain, Roland watched all this with indifference.

He neither opposed nor supported it, he just watched.

He was also somewhat curious about what kind of monsters humans could create.

Let these crazy scientists do whatever they want, maybe they can really create a miracle and break through the fragile shell of human beings.

While genetic modification experiments were underway, many bolder and crazier plans were proposed.

As long as there was some scientific basis, Roland would acquiesce and even go to visit secretly.

He understands the path of the extraordinary, but the other path can only rely on the wisdom of these people.

They did not disappoint Roland, and various surprising research results emerged one after another.

Super monsters appeared due to genetic modification, attacking cities and laboratories, causing damage comparable to that of extraordinary people. In the end, Roland came personally to quell the chaos.

The opposition took the opportunity to launch an attack, hoping to ban the genetic modification experiment, but Roland's only response was a smile.

Of course he couldn't support it openly, but the monster created in this experiment gave him some surprises.

At least it can make him sweat.

He looked forward to these new works of Frankenstein.

As genetic science developed wildly, nuclear-powered spacecraft were built and humans began to explore space.

Roland stood up again with great anticipation, and even went to the launch site to attend the ignition ceremony in person.

He has an extraordinary status, comparable to that of gods in the hearts of mortals, and his appearance makes all the crew members on the spacecraft excited.

The spacecraft ignited and took off. As signals such as "Val City is normal", "Pruden is normal", and "Sophia City is normal" continued to come in, everything seemed normal.

After the spacecraft passed over the moon, the staff at the launch center opened champagne without restraint.

Milan Champagne, specially supplied by the Magic Empire, is used to celebrate victory.

The staff brought the champagne to Roland before he drank it.

Although he took the champagne, Roland's brows were still furrowed, his eyes fixed on the sky.

A staff member asked tentatively: "What is your majesty looking at?"

"See if they can fly to their destination smoothly."

Roland's eyes were deep.

The staff were stunned. How could His Majesty see such a distant spaceship?
Roland couldn't see it, but he could sense the presence of the spaceship.

The spaceship is flying rapidly towards the plane barrier.

The protective wall that protects the Theia plane from the invasion of extraterritorial evil demons.

Can the spaceship get out of this barrier that even the Overlord cannot break?
Roland ignored the others and waited nervously.

Shortly after the celebration party began, a shrill alarm sounded.

"The Endless Deep Space has lost contact!"

A crying voice sounded.

The people who were still drinking champagne were stunned.

They kept sending signals into deep space, trying to find traces of the spacecraft, but still found nothing.

After countless attempts, a weak signal came back.

It was the terrified roar of the spacecraft crew.

"How is this possible? We are blocked by the air! There is clearly nothing here, but we just can't move forward, ahhh!"

A scream became the final swan song.

Then there were explosions and popping sounds of burning.

Everyone at the launch center stopped what they were doing, took off their hats, and saluted the endless starry sky.

This is a great loss for the exploration of the starry sky, but the history of human exploration of space will not stop!
This thought lingers in everyone's mind.

The staff members who had recovered from their grief all turned their eyes in Roland's direction.

The Inquisitor will surely understand them and will definitely support them!

After all, he even supports crazy genetic modification experiments.

But they were soon stunned.

There was no Holy Judge. There was only a glass of unfinished Milanese champagne on the empty seat, with a hint of cool air rising with the white mist. (End of this chapter)