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Just when Agnes was thinking about whether to leave the study and let Roland think alone, Roland raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a smile:

"Yanice, how confident do you think you are in protecting the World Tree?"

"About 50.00%."

In order to take care of Roland's face, Agnes slightly increased her side's probability of winning.

What she really thought was that the chance of winning was less than [-]%.

The overall strength of the goblin race is not stronger than that of the human race, but they are united.

Although the internal fighting among the goblin conglomerates is no less fierce than that of the humans, when dealing with the World Tree, they unite like a family.

On the other hand, the human race is very united only in terms of disunity.

The World Tree, right? It's your private property, Mr. Roland. What does it have to do with other people?

If you want to keep the World Tree, you have to think of a way on your own.

This idea is a common understanding among all the major forces in the human race.

There is no need to blame anyone. If the World Tree appears in other lords' territories, will Roland go all out to help other lords?

will not.

It's not that Agniss speculated on Roland in the worst possible way, she simply understood Roland.

If there was a race war between humans and goblins, she was optimistic about the humans.

But now it's a war between goblins and Roland, and it's hard for her to be optimistic about Roland.

Although she was not optimistic about it, she was still determined to live and die with Roland.

Roland had a reason to fight to the death, and so did she.She is homeless, and if she doesn't want to die alone, this is her last home.

Fighting to defend our homeland is reason enough.

Listening to Yanis's insincere answer, Roland patted the table and said with a smile: "We don't have to be so fake when talking to each other. Even with the most optimistic calculation, our chance of winning is less than [-]%."

Yanis didn't answer.

Roland could say this, but she couldn't accept it because it was too depressing.

Seeing that Yanis didn't answer, Roland continued: "Look, there is a high probability that we will die under the World Tree, so there is no need to worry about the future."

Yanis: "..."

You are really a little genius at conversation.

As long as you die quickly enough, you don't have to worry about retirement, the logic is all figured out by you.

She said unconvinced: "What if we win?"

Roland smiled even more and said loudly:

"That's even better. If we win, the World Tree will be saved. We have the resources to practice hard and embark on the road to becoming a new human god."

"What if the cultivation fails?" Yanis transformed into a defeatist counselor and continued to question.

Roland laughed, and the corners of his mouth rose even further, "That's simple. Based on the World Tree, we can build a new empire. The worst outcome is that we can guard our own paradise and live happily. I will be the emperor, and you As a marshal, let’s build a beautiful palace, call in a few more beauties, hang barbecues on tree branches, fill the pond with fine wine, drink spicy food, and enjoy it for several years, isn’t it great?”

Yanis was stunned.

Is this what God’s chosen person should say?

Three days ago, she would have persuaded Roland to be positive and even used sharp words to wake him up.

But now she had nothing to say.

Roland's ideas were not decadent.

When it’s time to work hard, try your best to climb to the top. If you fail to climb to the top, of course you must seize the time to enjoy life.

Otherwise, what else can we do, howl in the miserable wind and rain to welcome the doomsday?

Seeing that Yanis' eyes were experiencing a big earthquake, Roland cleared his throat and sang a ditty from his hometown.

"When the house is on fire, I take photos. When life is in chaos, I sleep. I don't know when a disaster is coming. In the worst case, I hang myself..."

Just when Roland was thinking of ways to comfort Yanis, Miss Saint couldn't help but interrupt his wonderful performance.

"stop!"

"The song is very good, but your singing is too ugly."

Although Roland was interrupted, Yanis did not look angry at all, and her blank eyes were a little more lively.

She said seriously: "Roland, I think I have done a lot for you."

"Of course, you are my number one hero."

"Then can I make some extraordinary requests?"

"Just say it, I will find a way to get it done for you." Roland said with a playful smile as Yanis' mood gradually improved.

"Only one thing. If we are really desperate and have to drown ourselves in alcohol, I don't want to be the marshal. You have to give me a better position."

Marshal is already the limit of the military position. Isn’t this enough?Do you really want me to give you a Zen position?

Roland was stunned for a moment and then nodded with a smile.

When it comes to hospice care, does it make any difference who becomes the emperor?

"Okay, if that day comes, I will give you whatever you want."

Agnes bit her index finger, smeared the blood on Roland's eyebrows, bit her red lips, and whispered:

"You said it yourself. I didn't force you. You are not allowed to go back on your words."

Roland didn't know what kind of ceremony this was, but he still bit his index finger and placed a crimson rose between Agnes' eyebrows.

"It's a word."

Agnes turned around quickly and left.

By the time Roland reacted, she had already walked out of the study.

In the corridor, light footsteps were mixed with singing, and it was the song Roland had just sung.

After sending Yanis away, the smile on Roland's lips gradually disappeared and was replaced by a grim expression.

The storm is coming, and the good times of Tiamat are coming to an end.

What he just said was not a joke.

The Age of Annihilation is no joke. At the end of the era, almost everyone will be completely annihilated with the grudges and hatreds of this generation vanishing into thin air.

If the old is not gone, the new will not come. Stimulating the boil is only a temporary solution. Only by completely destroying the old era can we usher in a new era.

This is the basic law of how the world works.

Cruel yet reasonable.

Roland never thought about going against the logic of the world. He just wanted to live to the next era and breathe the fresh air of the new era.

If this small wish cannot be fulfilled, he can only revel in the old world before it completely turns into a phantom, and live up to this life.

Walking to the window, he heard the sound of horses neighing and people braying.

The streets are filled with migrating residents.They were leaving Gruul City with sad faces, leaving their familiar hometown and heading to Minhausen Territory, which was described as a new world.

They didn't know what was waiting for them ahead, and they also knew how high the mortality rate was in this era of long journeys.

But they had to go.

If you leave, you still have a chance to survive, but if you stay, you will be harmed by the locusts and goblins crossing the border, and your life will be worse than death.

During this time, Yanis and Feilin started their publicity machine, displaying the goblins' cruelty and greed in front of people.

Coupled with the disaster caused by the arrival of the 20 goblin army some time ago, the people of Gruul completely believed in the propaganda of the Holy Palace.

The big boss of the Golden Teeth Chaebol died in Gruul Province, and they will definitely take revenge.

The people of Gruul could only roll up their packages with curses and began to migrate under the "protection" of the soldiers.

Roland looked at the angry faces of these people expressionlessly, without any emotion in his heart.

If he cannot reach the top and become the lucky one who transcends annihilation, he will have to curse and face the end.

Everyone is equal before Annihilation, everyone is the same.

The sky was getting gloomier, but there was no rain, as if something was brewing.

Roland looked up, and there seemed to be a group of gods in the sky overlooking all living beings.

They are high above.

They sneered.

They stare.

With their invisible hands, they can change the destiny of countries, ethnic groups and individuals.

They are gods...

Roland suddenly laughed ferociously.

He had an epiphany.

When he looked at the sky again, there was no respect in his eyes.

Gods would not be so bored, looking at an ordinary material plane all day long.

Unless there is a temptation in this plane that even gods cannot resist.

These old guys seem to be superior, but in fact they are remnants of the old era.

The new era belongs to me and to the people of this era.

None of your business.

Roland made an internationally accepted insulting gesture toward the sky.

The sky was still gloomy, and a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky appeared without warning.

Heavy rain came pouring down.

Chapter 128 Are you awake? The saint has gone home

Gods are not omnipotent.

They are just powerful intelligent beings.

They have joys and sorrows.

There is no essential difference between them and humans.

......

The Book of True Era appeared out of thin air, and lines of golden writing emerged in the void.

Roland saw more historical records, countless secrets from ancient eras emerged, and he opened the thick scroll of time, allowing him to see a different time in the past.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Although I can’t see them all, there’s a lot of them.

In the past, the Book of Era seemed to be a looming corner in the mist, but now it reveals the true face of the mountains.

Roland was very convinced that the Book of Era was his own work.

This book is obscured by powerful and mysterious forces.

He knew that a certain god used special means to shield it.

As his strength increases, he can see more.

Roland became even more curious about his true identity.

Is it really the level of "I was present when dragons and beasts fought for hegemony, and I commanded when fighting against titans"?

Shrugging his shoulders, Roland dismissed his worries and returned to reality.

This heavy rain forced migration operations to be suspended, and the bad weather caused many residents who were frustrated to curse and express their dissatisfaction with their bad luck.

In an era of backward productivity, not many people like heavy rain.