In the Name of Empress-Chapter 581 - 346: The Apocalypse Prophecy Appears (3)

Humans always find a way for themselves, and so do elves.

In their pursuit of strength, beauty, and offspring, they chose a compromise.

They delegated the burden of reproduction to the ancient ginkgo tree with whom their souls are connected.

The young elves need only indulge in their pleasures, leaving the trouble of bearing offspring to the ancient tree.

For the ginkgo tree, it's just a matter of giving away a bit more nutrients, as if yielding a few more clusters of fruits, which they are willing to accept.

After all, this is not unpaid labor; to compensate them, the elves continuously elevated the ancient tree's status in the elf-dominated nation.

The result of this transformation is the continuous population growth of the Elf Race, leading the group towards prosperity.

But the division between Blood Elves and Tree Elves marks the path to the group's decline.

Seeing the slightly anxious expression on Roland's face, Sif softly explained, "Roland, I must ensure I am in prime condition to fight at any time. A prolonged pregnancy is too risky."

"I am the last of the royal lineage of the Elf Race, and you are the last Great Sage. Our child would be far more exceptional than other elves, and also incorporate the advantages of the Human Race. The process from conception to birth would take at least three years."

What Sif said was true; Roland couldn't argue, and could only hold his beloved wife, gently comforting her.

Although it may seem cold-hearted to leave the unborn child hanging on a tree, they have no other choice.

If Sif were to be pregnant for three years, during that time, she would become the most vulnerable link, making any threat more perilous.

Roland had a clear understanding of himself.

As long as he lives, trouble follows him like a shadow, such is the unique trait of a Transmigrator.

Noticing the peculiar atmosphere, Sif extended her slender arm around Roland's neck, her gaze tender as if she could devour him whole.

Roland knew what she wanted, embraced her waist, and was about to engage in another round when a slight tremor came from the eastern earth.

Both Roland and Sif, being Transcendents, with keen senses, immediately understood something had happened.

They quickly dressed, donned their armor, equipped their weapons, and headed to the balcony.

It was the darkest moment before dawn, and only a few streetlights in Francis City still emitted the dim light of dusk.

This was the darkest night and also when people slept the deepest.

However, those who were startled awake did not feel the slightest bit of fatigue.

They all instinctively looked east.

Raging flames painted half the sky red.

The burning location was precisely where the Prudon Kingdom planned to showcase their strength tomorrow.

Some took delight in the misfortune, but more felt worried.

Who could bear the consequence of a city-level war machine going out of control?

Sif's expression grew even grimmer.

If something happened in Francis, there would be no escape for the adjoining Hansa Province.

She exchanged a glance with Roland, both seeing the other's concealed anxiety.

As they stood bewildered, shadows flickered, and Angelina arrived.

She stared in horror at the towering flames, her face ashen.

"Your Eminence, what happened? What should we do?"

"Angelina, it's not working hours now, you don't have to use the title, just call me Roland."

Even though the situation seemed dire, worrying would do no good, so Roland chose to use a joking tone to comfort the alarmed Angelina.

However, he was the only one who could laugh; everyone else was dumbfounded.

Soon, Lisa also arrived.

Her demeanor was similar to Angelina's, equally bewildered and worried.

Just as everyone was filled with anxiety, Alina also arrived. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

She didn't even have time to dress properly, standing directly barefoot opposite Roland.

"Sorry I'm late. It took some time for a quick divination."

"Did you find anything?"

Roland didn't have time for pleasantries and asked directly.

"Yes, an ancient disaster from the east is about to descend. I could only deduce that it relates to the powerful empire of the Ancient Era, but I can't figure out anything else for now."

"I know the answer."

A clear voice rang out.

Christine, clad in a white robe with gold trims, also appeared barefoot.

It's not that she didn't have time to wear shoes, but she was listening to her inner voice.

"Embracing the earth with bare feet brings a different feeling."

Since then, she no longer wore shoes.

The Holy Marks subtly appeared on her pristine face, making her seem holy, like an angel.

Roland felt that Christine's voice was becoming increasingly divine.

"In the sunlight, the war machines crush the city.

In the night, shadowy tendrils weave a net.

In the deep sea, awakened giant demons stir with anticipation.

Within the Divine Hall, devout believers chant epic tales."

Her voice was steady and clear, like the voice of heavens.

Sif gently furrowed her brows, irresistibly asking, "Is this a prophecy?"

"You may consider it a prophecy, but I'd rather refer to it as a Divine Oracle."

Christine looked at Sif with a gaze carrying a trace of pity.

Sif suddenly felt an innate revulsion toward Christine's expression, deep from her soul.

Even when she had to share Roland with Lisa and Alina, she wasn't this angry.

She quickly understood, Christine's gaze was filled with condescension and pity.

She also knew the source of Christine's confidence.

The prophecy had four parts, and the Elf Race wasn't included in any.

Seeing how Christine was almost floating with just her toes touching the ground, Sif could no longer restrain herself and said:

"If prophecies were useful, Astrologers would have ruled the world long ago."

She coldly assembled her long spear in three segments, leaped high with a few bounds, and stood atop the tallest Great Cathedral spire within the city.

Inside the Holy Hall was precisely the statue of the Goddess.

Christine's expression slightly changed.

Sif's action was a way to express disdain, yet she could not pursue Sif for offending the Goddess's statue.

After all, she did not step directly on it.

Just as the tension between Sif and Christine was about to erupt, someone intervened.

The rumbling noise grew closer, and the ground trembled increasingly.

The burning light illuminated the city.

The war machines arrived.

Seeing the war machine towering a hundred meters high, as terrifying as a small mountain, Roland sighed in his heart. No wonder the Prudon Kingdom decided to hold a news conference on this at noon.

Because sooner or later it would go wrong.

Before the rumbling even approached, a massive black mechanical bird with a wingspan exceeding two hundred meters screeched across the city sky.

Countless explosive bombs fell with a piercing sound.

No need to aim, for buildings were everywhere, and people were everywhere.

The sounds of explosions were endless, transforming the serene city into purgatory in an instant.

The screams, cries, and sounds of collapsing buildings formed a dirge of Hell.

"Is this the greeting gift for the new era?"

Roland dispelled his inner complaints, put back the Dual headed Eagle Staff he had casually taken out, and switched to the Hidden Moon Staff that hadn't been used for some time.

"Sif, Lisa, Alina, prepare for battle."

Although the Soul Blood Link was sealed by the Judges and couldn't be used, they had great cooperation, and their combat power would still double when fighting together.

Just as Roland raised his staff and shield, ready to face the battle, Angelina hesitated for a moment and then walked towards him.

Though she was nervous, she couldn't retreat.

However, in the end, she was a step too slow.

Christine leisurely walked into the space between Roland and Sif, and before Sif could question her, she softly said:

"The power of the Light Pentagram Array is in no way inferior to the Soul Blood Pentagram Array. Only by forming the array do we stand a chance to stop the war machines."

"If you do not accept, I will leave immediately."

Christine's gaze turned towards Sif, for she knew Sif was key to Roland's decision.

"I cannot stand by and watch innocent people being slaughtered; I am even willing to cooperate with the devil to protect them."

Sif's gaze was firm.

Christine had been waiting for these words.

To regard the followers of the Goddess of Light as devils? She made a mental note of this offense.

Sif was willing to cooperate with the devil to protect the innocent.

She was too.

The Scepter of Light heavily struck the ground, and a semi-transparent pentagram array was born from thin air, extending outward from Christine's delicate feet.

She stood right in the center position.

No one competed with her, as she was the core of the array.

Roland took the initiative to move forward, standing in front of Christine, raising the Holy Light Shield.

The holy light, contrasted against the milky white glow, shone especially dazzlingly.

If people unaware of the situation saw this, they would undoubtedly think he was the most devout believer.

"With the Power of Light, dispel the darkness, break!"

Christine flicked her hand, the Holy Light emanated, waving away the bombs dropped by the iron bird.

The opening chapter of the Apocalypse prophecy arrived at dawn on February 2nd of the first year of the Seventh Era.