My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 430 None of those glittering guys are any good!

The sudden change in the square threw the citizens and soldiers on the scene into chaos.

Many people could not clearly see the complete face of the man standing in the center of the square with an illusory golden crown on his head, nor could they see the faces of the two girls standing behind him who were the only two who were not being forced to kneel by some strange force.

But they saw that special army of dead souls, which also knelt before the man, and then the dead souls were covered in a golden light.

The dim, transparent soul suddenly became dazzling and radiant.
No one dared to get up at that moment.

Even though the vast majority of people were "forced" to kneel.

However, the current environment has made it impossible for anyone else to be the first to stand up and take the lead.

Fortunately, the noise from the airship soon broke the silence.

Andreich stood up as if waking from a dream, then looked at Roland, who had his back to him, and said, "Your Excellency... the airship force has arrived."

"They arrived quite quickly, and at just the right time."

Roland looked up at the airship overhead. This battlefield behemoth, which looked similar to the Kirov airships he had seen before his transmigration, had been modified into something he couldn't understand in this world full of extraordinary power.

The constantly activated energy shield, the large-caliber magic cannons extending from both sides of the ship, and the large-caliber fixed machine guns all demonstrate its dominance on the battlefield.

Then, Roland coughed. Although the scene just now was a bit sudden, he should be able to command these undead armies that looked unusual, right?

Although the specific strength of these lined-up undead was unclear, Roland absolutely refused to believe that the Grim Reaper wasn't behind their presence here and their unique soul-like state.

It seems that this army of over a hundred undead in front of us is an aid from the Grim Reaper.

After clearing his throat, Roland looked at the army in front of him and said, "Come with me onto the airship."

After saying that, Roland placed his hands on Kalia's and Little Grey's shoulders respectively, and went to the bridge of the airship.

The captain and his crew were already waiting there. Upon seeing Roland arrive, he immediately saluted and introduced himself: "Airship Force, Captain Kirov of the Hydrangea and the entire command report to you!"

"Please give your instructions, Your Excellency!"

Roland stared at the bearded captain in silence for a moment, then asked, "You said your name is Kirov?"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

"...A good name. I believe you will definitely achieve great things in the military."

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Looking at the somewhat excited airship captain with an impressive name, Roland gave his second order: "Clear the bridge. More people will be coming up later."

"While hovering, notify all officers and crew to prepare for combat. We are heading to the Papal City, and I cannot guarantee the safety of any of you."

"Those who voluntarily withdraw now, I will allow them to leave."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Kirov and all the command staff shouted in unison: "Reporting, sir! There are no cowards among the officers and men of the Hydrangea!"

Roland said calmly, "Pass it on. I respect everyone's wishes."

Seeing Roland's firm stance, Kirov and the rest of the command team said no more and began to relay orders downwards.

After the commanders left, Kalia walked up to Roland and asked, "Roland, have you thought about how those undead will get up here?"

Roland: "...The dead are a kind of ghost, right? It's normal for ghosts to float and fly, isn't it?"

Kalia: "...Who gave you this weird idea?"

Fortunately, the loyal undead army did not disappoint Roland's expectations.

They really did float up, though slowly, but they were definitely drifting upwards.

The airship is suspended a hundred meters off the ground. Although it sounds high, it is an extremely dangerous hovering height for such a behemoth.

Judging by the speed at which these undead are flying... it will probably take another two or three minutes.

Maybe I should lend a hand myself.

Roland felt a little guilty at the thought of forcing these dead people to do things he wasn't good at.

Then, runes flowed from Roland's outstretched fingertips, and wind elements began to gather under the runes' influence, forming vortexes that brought the hundred-plus undead warriors to the bridge.

Seeing this, Kalia asked, "Aren't you worried about these strange-looking armies of the dead? Just because they knelt before you?"

Roland shook his head: "No... I can hardly explain the specific reason; it's a trust based on intuition."

Little Gray pouted: "What's with all the mystery? Besides, you seem really confident? Aren't you afraid something might happen?"

"Weren't you always on guard against me? Why are you now letting me get close to this place?"

Roland glanced back at the gray-haired girl, then turned his head to look at the scenery beyond the white-gray light screen outside the bridge.

"If you know something is dangerous, but you have the ability to control the spread of its harm, would you carry it with you or let it run wild?"

"That's why I've kept you by my side all this time, and had Leah suppress the power within you."

"I also dare not kill you easily. Because I don't know if killing you will lead to any unexpected consequences."

"So I chose the safest option: to keep watch."

"Believe me, if I'm sure there will be no consequences for killing you, I will eliminate any future troubles immediately." Sensing the sudden change in Roland's aura and the faint killing intent emanating from him, Little Grey shrank back and hid behind Kalia.

Although it was precisely because of Kalia's presence that she was unable to unleash the power within her.

But she just felt a natural affinity for the other person.

It's like meeting someone of the same kind.

Moreover, Little Grey himself was well aware that even if he could use his full power, this seemingly annoying, shiny golden guy could easily deal with him.

She was eavesdropping throughout the meal... or rather, openly listening. Kalia and Roland made no attempt to hide from her, and through their conversation, she learned that Roland actually possessed a weapon.

A holy sword, and a greatsword of mysterious origin.

And the strange crown I just saw... This guy's individual strength isn't particularly strong.

However, the strange equipment he wore brought his combat power to an incomprehensible level.

The teacher is right.

Those glittering guys are all bad news!

Roland's words made Kalia feel like she was being attacked from multiple directions.

After all, isn't Xiao Hui's situation just another version of yourself?
I didn't come across Roland's version...

Recalling that experience, Kalia couldn't help but shudder, and the subtle dissatisfaction that had just risen in her heart vanished instantly.

She began to take seriously the danger posed by the girl who was hiding behind her like a hamster.

She sympathizes with the other person's plight, but that doesn't lead to excessive sympathy.

Then, a faint, wriggling shadow crawled into the shadow beneath the girl's feet.

Having spent so much time with Roland, Kalia has learned what it means to plan ahead.

She also hoped that the girl in front of her could break free from the evil god's control and change her own destiny.

but……

Thinking about how I went through so much trouble, and how I only managed to do this with the help of another version of myself, I felt a pang of sadness.

She didn't believe the other person could change her fate.

……

……

Before the walls of the Chalk Wall, the Demon King raised his hand to stroke the ancient, gray-white walls, as if savoring something.

"Sure enough... exactly the same..."

"Caesar, have you collected any information about the process of how this city was built?"

The Demon King, standing behind him, responded, "Yes. At the end of the Thousand-Year War, the Knight King suddenly allocated a large number of troops and resources to build a fortress city here, which is one of the main reasons why the capital was besieged by our army."

"The reason remains unknown. Only a few legends mention that the Knight King received a revelation from a reclusive sage and chose to build a city here in order to guard against a crisis that may come at any time."

"However, I personally feel that this reason lacks rationality and is more like a legend made up by humans."

"After all, what that hero used was just an enchanted rune longsword forged using elven craftsmanship. Although rare and precious, it was not a weapon bestowed by the gods. Humans have always liked to give extra stories to legendary figures and their weapons from ancient history."

The Demon King laughed upon hearing this, then continued stroking the city wall: "But this time, the legend is true."

"The King of Knights may have truly encountered the so-called reclusive sage."

"But he may not have seen the sage's true form, but rather the magical projection he left behind, as well as a portion of the knowledge and magic he inherited."

Caesar remained silent, for he always believed every word the Demon King uttered.

She has proven her erudition and intelligence, and demonstrated her ability to turn her desires into reality.

She reunited the demon race, who had had little contact with her for most of the long years, into a complete group, giving this group a concept and glory.

There must be a reason why Her Majesty the Demon King said that.

Then, Caesar saw the Demon King looking up at the airship hovering in mid-air, and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to see Lord Roland before he departs?"

The Demon King fell silent.

She withdrew her hand, placed it in front of her chest, and stared down at her palm.

After a long silence, the Demon King smiled, a rare occurrence: "No."

"I'm afraid..."

The Demon King didn't finish his sentence. As if he had realized something, he glanced coldly at Caesar, then turned and walked towards the city: "Let's go back, Caesar. The next task is still easy."

"All we need to do is assist the defenders in holding off enemies they can't defeat."

"The reinforcements from the Academy and the Empire will arrive soon, and this place will probably become a front-line command post."

(End of this chapter)