in the name of the queen.

If Roland is really a tyrant who doesn't listen to others, tonight will be Harry's last night.

But he did it anyway.

Roland's lips curled up slightly, and he stepped on the tiptoes of the air, crossing a distance of dozens of miles in one step and arriving in front of the city hall.

This world is worth saving.

The mundane aspects of this world are worth saving.

The wonderful stories of this era are worth recording.

The door of the town hall, which had been closed, slowly opened. Roland walked in casually. The guarding soldiers opened their eyes wide but saw nothing.

After the guard confirmed that no one was passing by, he closed the door helplessly. He had no idea what kind of changes the real tyrant Roland had made just now.

When Harry saw Roland appear, he was neither panicked nor ecstatic. He even felt a sense of relief.

Regardless, the Inquisitor finally arrived, and his efforts were not in vain.

Harry smiled with relief, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, stood up, pulled out a chair, and invited Roland to sit down.

Roland didn't hesitate and sat down calmly.

He is the ruler of this world, and being too polite would seem a bit weird.

Seeing that Roland was very rude, Harry's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Fortunately, although His Majesty looked a little unhappy, he was not really angry.

Harry poured two cups of tea, picked up one and handed it to Roland himself, then sat down opposite him.

Before he could say anything, Roland gave him a reassurance.

"I've read your secret report. It's very well written and basically correct."

This sentence characterizes tonight's conversation. After getting Roland's affirmation, Harry's nervousness was reduced by three points, and there was even a hint of pride in his eyes.

No one will reject nice words unless the language is too vulgar or insincere.

Being praised by a master like Roland, Harry would certainly feel that all his hard work was not in vain.

Roland put the secret report down, asked for some more details, and then said something that shocked Harry.

"Our era will come to an end in fifty-three years. All matter in the plane will return to a state of chaos, re-integrate and reorganize, and a new era will begin. However, the new era does not have a ticket for us."

Harry stood up and stared at Roland blankly, shaking his head in disbelief. "Fifty-three years?"

"Yes, fifty-three years and one hundred and thirty-nine days to be exact."

Roland glanced at the clock on the wall and said sarcastically, "Add another hour, nineteen minutes and fifty seconds."

Harry was certainly in no mood to respond to Roland's cold joke.

He wrote the ten thousand word letter to Roland in order to attract his attention. His words were somewhat exaggerated, and he even planned to apologize for it.

However, according to Roland, he was still conservative.

Seeing Harry was speechless due to shock, Roland gradually stopped smiling and said calmly, "It all started from the unfair selection of God in the Age of Gods."

Roland is an excellent storyteller and Harry is an excellent listener.

This story is very long, but fortunately both the storyteller and the listener are very patient.

When the first rays of morning light shone into the City Hall, the sun shone brightly again, but the sun in Harry's heart had fallen.

He grasped the air unwillingly, muttering to himself: "It turns out that the reason I still don't have children is not my own fault, but someone else's fault."

Roland wanted to remind Harry that this wasn't the case when he and his wife were married, and that this was probably his own problem, but he held back.

Anyway, it is impossible for Harry to have offspring, so what's the point of saying this.

It’s better not to say anything that is not conducive to unity.

Harry pondered for a long time, then slowly asked, "Your Majesty, what are your chances of winning?"

"If Sophia were here, at least five points."

"How does Queen Sophia's true strength compare to yours?" Harry asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know. The last time I saw Sophia was nine hundred years ago. If she were still alive, she would definitely be much stronger than she was then."

Roland could indeed fight Sophia, who had killed her way through the Land of Death, on equal terms, but what if Sophia didn't die?

He couldn't imagine.

But this assumption is meaningless, Sophia can't come back.

Harry took out a pen and paper, asked Roland questions while doing the calculations, and then entered all the data into the computer in front of him.

Soon, a virtual image appeared in the void between the two of them.

Roland and other Theia warriors fought fiercely with the God Realm Army. Roland won nine of the virtual duels and lost the other ninety-one.

"Not even 19?"

Roland shrugged and laughed at himself.

Harry was a little confused when he saw Roland was still laughing.

How can you laugh at this winning rate?

Of course he didn't understand. There were many blasphemers, but how many of them could succeed in killing God?
The divine realm will not let the gods die in vain, and will definitely equip them with as many elite soldiers and generals as possible.

Only by unleashing a fighting force that surpasses that of human beings can one win.

Harry quickly explained to Roland, "Your Majesty, don't mind. This is a simple simulation using a big data model and cannot represent the real results at all. In fact, you..."

"I know that a true winning rate of 1% would be good."

Roland smiled and said, "For those gods who control everything, a one percent chance of defeat is already terrifying."

Harry was a little speechless. He wanted to comfort Roland, but it seemed that there was no need.

He fell into deep thought, and after a long while he suddenly stood up. "Your Majesty, according to the timetable you provided, by the end of the world, the last batch of babies will have just entered middle age and old age. They will face a destroyed world, and their resentment will reach its peak. If the three traitors show up at this time, I'm afraid they..."

"Will side with them." Roland finished the last half of the sentence for him.

Harry slumped back in his chair, his mind going blank.

This may not be what the three goddesses had planned, but it will definitely benefit them.

Harry murmured, "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

"What do you think?"

Harry knew that this was Roland's ultimate test for him.

His brain was working at a rapid speed, all human emotions were excluded, leaving only the coldest calculations.

"Then let humanity perish early."

The most cruel words were spoken in the most relaxed tone.

Roland was not surprised, and just asked casually: "How to do it specifically?"

Harry's eyes flashed with indifference. "It's very simple. Tell everyone that the end of the world is coming, then dissolve all governments, throw away the supplies, and let everyone distribute them freely according to the laws of the end of the world."

He spoke the devil's language slowly and steadily.

Everything he said was true. It would not even change the end of mankind’s destruction, but it would bring the end of the world forward.

When the three goddesses descended, there was no living creature on the Theia plane except the hunters waiting to kill the gods.

The odds of winning will inevitably tilt.

This suggestion is very effective, but too cold-blooded.

Harry was ready to be slapped to death by Roland.

No monarch would accept such advice, and even if he just pretended to be merciful, he would kill the person who made such a cold-blooded suggestion.

However, Roland was silent for a moment and then extended his index finger.

"One month. I will store everyone's soul imprints. I will wake everyone up at the right time in the new era."

"They died for Theia, and rebirth is my promise to them."

Harry bowed to Roland and said nothing more.

He knew very well what it meant to deliberately bring forward the end of the world.

This is an unforgivable sin unless it is redeemed by meritorious deeds such as saving the world.

Roland was atoning for his sins, and also for his own sins.

At this time, good and evil, right and wrong are meaningless.

One day, everyone will meet again in a new era. This is the only way to atone for their sins.

Roland slowly left the city hall and left the power center of the last government of this era.

In the morning sun, his back looked majestic yet a little tired.

Harry clearly saw that his straight back seemed to bend a little.

This is the heavy burden placed on the four continents, five oceans and endless archipelagos of the entire plane.

This is the heaviness of the unwilling cries of billions of creatures in the entire plane.

Even a weightlifting champion like Roland has some difficulty in walking. (End of this chapter)