Racing in the collapsed inner city with the thieves, Roland soon encountered the Boca mercenary group who had just escaped from the maze. Fortunately, they were almost injured, but they were trapped inside and could not find the exit, because the collapse of the inner city found an opportunity to escape.

The group walked up the stairs and finally returned to the mirror house, but found that all the people staying here turned into bone racks, with the ground splashing blood.

"The city is about to collapse, leave here quickly!!"

Without too late to think about what they had encountered, he pushed open the closed door and pointed out the way for everyone to escape.

The razors were busy cutting stones that fell due to collapse, and had no time to care about the humans running past them. The difference in body shape made these mechanisms give priority to attacking large-scale rockfalls.

"President...you..." Eldan was thrown out vigorously. With the thief's agile skills, he landed lightly on the stone steps.

Looking back at Roland, who was still left inside the gate, Eldan wondered why she didn't leave.

"My mission has not been completed yet, I can't send you out, thief." Closed the heavy metal door and Roland returned to the fork in the road.

At the end of the middle passage, she found the powerful force that twisted the ruins.

A dead knight guarded the passage, and a long corridor had expanded behind it. Countless undead were wailing at the other end, trying to break through the barrier and come to the earthly realm full of creatures.

"Long time no see, General Nether Zhan. Five hundred years have passed since the last time I parted." A hoarse voice came out of the armor, and the black flames on the undead Knight's body suddenly increased after seeing Roland appear.

"In the end, did you decide to stand on the side of humanity?"

"I do not belong to this world, Lich King Samaritan. Although my identity in another world is human, and although this body has long been dead, I will not be biased towards either human or the undead."

From the breath, Roland sensed that what was in front of her now was not the same undead as the deceased knight who had been destroyed before, but the empty shell occupied by the Lich King.

Both the Lich and the Undead Dead Master have been destroyed, and only the Lich King can open the path to connect to foreign lands alone in this earthly realm.

"Why? You are obviously a dead soul, why do you always help the weak humans?"

"Before that, let me answer my question, Samaritan. Why do you, as a human being, give up humanity, why do you abandon your compatriots, and even have the idea of ​​destroying the world."

"Because humans are too weak to realize my ideals. What I pursue is the strongest power, which can change the world. Only Mora can guide the undead to create a new world. Weak species have no value of existence." Slightly different from Laxis' madness, the Lich King Samma is a complete idealist, and he hopes to break the status quo of Anesia with the power of death; "At that time, there will be no nobles, no racial barriers, no extreme poverty and wealth, and no controversy that lasts for thousands of years. A brand new world, ideal country. This is what I have been pursuing, and the wish that only Mora can realize it."

"If Laxis is a madman, then you are the delusional, Samaritan. As a lich who has been completely transformed, have you not seen through it yet? Death does not have the power to create life at all. It is a god created by the Mother of Chaos for the sake of destruction, and only has the power to destroy." Compared to Laxis' simple madness, Roland hated Samaritan's paranoia even more; "Why did Tillian dare to seal but not destroy the heads of the gods who had been pushed off the throne by them? It is because they knew that they did not have the power to create. As the Lich King who had been promoted to the fifteenth level, you should understand the composition and laws of this world. Why do you still say such stupid words?!"

"Mora has no power to create, but you have, general. You have half the power of the heads of the gods. As long as you join forces with Mora, you can create a new world." Obviously, Samma knew the power of death very well. He was no less than Laxis' crazy call to Roland to develop disgust from his heart.

"Kares Alvin, this crazy ancient god is no longer suitable as the leader of the gods. Give him aside, Mora will give you a status and identity higher than other gods."

"As a knight, I will not betray my king. As a contractor, I will not betray my blood alliance." Faced with Samma's invitation, Roland flatly refused.

"What are the benefits of following a god whose power has been sealed off? He will not understand your thoughts at all. Moral will give us a real ideal country. Isn't that the dream you have always expected? Have you forgotten what you said five years ago, General!!" Unwilling to give up, the Lich King continued to lobby, hoping to win over Roland, who is second only to the god of death, in the underworld and the dead.

"This guy is a stubborn guy. Once he decides something, he will never give up. If you want to instigate her to betray me, it would be easier to destroy the world first."

The demon spirit whined in unison, opened his eyes from the heads of the gods who were awakened from the sleeping sleep, and his ice-like pupils emitted a deadly chill.

"Die, the King of the Dead..." Rafa's appearance made Sama, who was attached to the Knight of the Dead, take a few steps back, but it quickly recovered from his panic; "Would I call you the Dragon God or the Great Elf King? No, you are nothing now, the head of the gods has become a thing of the past. A god who has been deprived of his name and authority is nothing but a spirit with powerful power."

"Stop it!!" Instead of the furious Rafa, Roland waved the holy sword in his hand and slashed out a sword energy with gloriousness to interrupt Sama's arrogant words.

If Rafa really angered, I don't know what he would do.

It was finally easy to convince Rafa to give her time to prove that Anesia still had hope. Roland didn't want the situation he worked hard to maintain was broken because of the Lich King's deliberate choice of the widow.

"What kind of power did that bastard Mora give you, so that a little lich dares to despise me, the Creator." Unlike the previous ones, the head attached to the breastplate, which opened its mouth and sprayed a strong light, hitting the lich king who spoke wildly, and then penetrated the body of the undead knight and entered the ever-expanding foreign path.

"Think about it carefully, General. Death is still waiting for your answer." The body of the undead knight died in the power released by Rafa, and the Lich King also lost his attached parasite. His voice gradually faded and eventually disappeared from the already shaky inner city.

The passage was destroyed by external forces and began to be severely distorted. The undead rushed out one after another, all trying to escape from the void space.

"I know it's painful to stay in that dark and empty world, but... I can't let you out." Being outside the path and destroying the undead who were trying to break free from the underworld, Samar's words flashed through Roland's mind from time to time.

"You're moved, Roland. You don't know what that idiot said.

Is it just that I hope to create a so-called ideal country?" Rafa was extremely unhappy when he noticed the thoughts in Roland's mind.

"A world created by sacrifices to countless lives... a true ideal country cannot be built on such sacrifices. If all living beings must be destroyed to create a new world, I would rather Anesia continue like this, despite corruption and unresolved contradictions... but I still hope that life in this world will continue."

"I don't care what you have. Don't forget that the end of the betrayer is death, the double destruction of the body and soul." Ignoring Roland's heavy expression after hearing this sentence, Rafa fell asleep again.

"Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that one cannot die. Rafa..."

Losing the power to support the channel, the twisted space opened with power gradually closed and returns to the plane it originally belonged to.

In the sinking inner city, Roland summoned his own exclusive mount.

The red dream demon hissed, running its four hard hooves as hard as iron, kicking open the metal door, shattering the swarming mechanism razor, and finally jumping onto the gravel floating in the air.

"Let's go, Sesil. The red dream stroller, head north to smash the nightmare of the Death Leader to open the gates of the Underworld."

Pointing to the north, Roland decided on her next itinerary.

In addition to the bloodline of the Light Lineage, the summoning gate of the Underworld requires strong enough elemental power as support.

In this ancient southern continent, in addition to the Santo Estoni, where the church base is located, and the imperial city of Aiku, there are many areas that meet the requirements.

For example, the ancient city of Sucreen, where the Thieves’ family is located, and the mist forest, where the White Elf Kingdom Porivia, all have this condition.

The undead's territory cannot be broken through, and Neo, the Principality of Humanity, became the next destination for the undead to open the gates of the underworld.

You can not only summon high-level undead in the underworld, but also attack Tarasha's headquarters, killing two birds with one stone.

However, Roland also understood. She could think that the leader of death would definitely consider it, and it was difficult to guarantee that they would not abandon such an important strategic location.

Roland must arrive at the next city as soon as possible, meet with Allen and Andrei, and discuss how to find a new target of the Death Leader.

"Is that really a fearful beast horse? Why do I feel chills all over..." Escaped from the ancient city of Erison, which completely sank to the bottom of the lake, Eldon stared at Roland, who was riding the dream demon, and couldn't help but sigh.

"It is obvious that it is definitely not the timid beast-fearing horse, but the nightmare called the dreamer and the mount of the undead."

Husson looked at Roland's back with concern.

Will the president of Tarasha really be a high-level undead?

Is there really such a dead soul in this world who is not afraid of the spells of sunshine and light?
Chapter completed!