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

Chapter 462 Choice
Throughout his life, Nash rarely experienced moments of fear or trepidation.

Needless to say, her time on Dragon Island was filled with ghost stories told by her parents.

After arriving in the human world due to various accidents, he experienced a lot and faced many crises most of the time, but thanks to someone's protection, everything turned out alright.

To be honest, she was actually starting to miss the days when she went on adventures with Roland.

Even though most of the time she was just a mascot, unable to do anything but watch the show and make a fuss, she still missed those short but fulfilling days.

But now... she's terrified.

Her father, Sinos, the chief guard of the Dragon God Temple, a powerful demigod-level adult dragon, disappeared without a trace after leaving the royal city of Platia at dawn.

The Blood Demon Lord and other great demons who went out of the city with him were also in the same situation.

She didn't even know what had happened.

After her father left, there was no one she knew in the city.

If we're talking about choosing the tallest among the short, then it would be Legion Commander Elson.

Even so, Nash couldn't find out where the other person was.

She could only stay in her room, repeatedly practicing the dragon language magic her father had taught her, hoping to become more proficient.

She didn't wander off, nor did she use the communication device left by Roland to contact the other party.

Fortunately, the worry was over soon.

As a gust of wind rattled the glass in the window, she knew her father had returned.

And indeed, as the storm blew away the light mist in the city of Pratia and revealed the morning sun, Nash, who had been restless, calmed down.

But before she could calm down for long, she was scared half to death by the sudden sound.

"Oh dear~~~ Cute little kitty, what are you afraid of? All your fur is standing on end."

Accompanying the sound was a pair of large, sinister hands.

He grabbed her by the back of the neck with his large hand and pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Meow!!!!!"

A terrified scream rang out instantly, followed by a brief moment of astonishment and confusion.

Nash quickly realized who had lifted her up, and she asked timidly, "The Demon King?"

"Oh, you actually remember me? That's great, very good. Would you like some dried fish?"

"Ah."

The Demon King laughed upon hearing this, gently stroked the cat's head, and then conjured a small dried fish in his hand, which he then began to feed to Nash.

The Demon King was in a good mood.

She was very pleased that the team's pet still remembered her after so long.

After Nash ate a dried fish to calm his nerves, the Demon King explained with a smile, "You're scared, aren't you?"

"Hmm." Nash looked up at the Demon King: "What exactly happened?"

The Demon King sighed: "In short, we are surrounded."

"Although I'd like to say that, the current situation doesn't really mean we're surrounded; we've just been caught off guard by a sudden attack."

"We'll discuss the specifics of how to proceed once Roland arrives here."

……

……

On the airship, Roland's mood was very heavy.

Even when he talked with the Society and the old emperor last night and imagined the worst-case scenario, he did not expect things to happen so quickly.

In just one night, almost all of the empire's important towns were divided into isolated islands by the mist.

Fortunately, with the help of the demons, as long as we hold out through the first wave of attacks, the subsequent stabilizers will be able to stabilize the situation.

The empire's transportation and communication methods were sufficient to stabilize the situation in a short period of time.

The only thing to worry about now is... the extent of the disaster and casualties within the fogged area.

Based on Roland's current stay in the cities of West Tower and Langlois, everything is still under control.

According to the situation in the capital, the border disruption caused by the Chaos Brothers is generally still under control.

Although physical entities did emerge from the fog, they were still within the range of what a regular army could handle.

According to Enwa's assessment of fog disasters, it should be in the diffusion period from stage two to stage three.

Now it all depends on whether the airship transport speed can keep up with the speed at which the fog spreads... Hopefully, it's not too late.

Roland closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, trying to calm his restless mind, but to little avail.

Choosing to come to the airship deck alone to enjoy the breeze and relax doesn't seem to have much effect.

Leaning forward against the railing on the side of the ship, Roland opened the system's mission panel.

At this moment, Tongzi was like a computer crashed. Except for the attribute panel and item templates, which were still displaying normally, everything else could not be opened.

Even the task interface.

The previously ongoing and largely completed second phase of the Silent March mission has now turned into a jumble of gibberish.

All these changes occurred after leaving the capital.

It was shortly after leaving the capital that the situation spiraled completely out of control, beyond anyone's expectations.

Even according to the message from the Demon King, and even the King of Carrion who was responsible for holding back that part of the evil god's projection, chose to withdraw his power after a larger rift appeared.

However, Roland's biggest concern at the moment was not these things, but the elves' choice.

If even Avalon chooses to come ashore and seek cooperation with humans, how will the situation on the sea deteriorate afterward?
The only saving grace is that Kalia might be able to handle the anomaly on the sea surface.

As long as the rules of the world have not completely collapsed and the boundaries have not been utterly broken, there is still a chance for things to turn around.

[Ding—Zzzzzzzzzzzzz—]

[Impact detected by ■■■■, mission aborted~ Buzz buzz——]

[Entering Emergency Response Mode —] [Unknown Influence Detected — Worldline Shift — Timeline Correction in Progress —]

[Correction successful, current time is March 2, 1030]

[The final stage mission is now released - Requiem]

[Mission Objective 1: Hunt down followers of the evil god (This task can be assigned to a designated teammate)]

[Mission Objective Two: Eliminate the influence of the evil god's power]

[Mission Objective 3: Hunt down the apostle of the evil god, or thwart his plans]

[Mission Objective 4: Synthesize the Heart of the World Destroyer (2/3, lacking the final fragment, acquisition method unknown)]

[Mission Objective 5: Merge the Tears of the World-Destroying Witch, the Heart of the World-Destroying Witch, and the Dawn of Ruin]

[Mission Objective Six: Prevent the arrival of the End, or allow the world to reset again]

[Mission Objective Seven: Shield this world from the gaze and influence of the evil god.]

Roland remained unfazed by the sudden appearance of the new quest.

Although the consequences described in the mission were increasingly terrible, it was clear that the "Commander" was no longer as effective as it had been at the beginning.

Even without Tongzi issuing a mission reminder, Roland understood the seriousness of the situation.

No matter how strong he and Kalia were, they couldn't cover the entire continent at this moment.

Hopefully, even in this worst-case scenario, Mr. Tolan and the key projects the school is responsible for will succeed.

otherwise……

You're scared, aren't you?

Time stood still at that moment.

The deceased mistress appeared before Roland.

No, perhaps it wasn't that time stopped, but rather that Roland's consciousness was pulled into a special space to converse with this deity.

According to the God of Truth, the only two gods who still have the energy to care for humanity are the Goddess of Earth and Fertility and this God of Death.

Roland was able to guess that the other party was communicating with him through the blessing left on him.

Roland didn't deny the Grim Reaper's words; instead, he nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, I'm afraid..."

"Everything happened too fast, there wasn't even time to prepare, even though everyone had expected it, but..."

Not everything will happen when you're fully prepared.

This is the natural order of things.

You've always been in the habit of arranging everything before taking action; even if you can't plan everything, you hope that everything is largely under your control.

But things don't always go as planned.

For example, right now...

Roland looked at Death and smiled: "So, Lord Death, did you just come to chat with me? If it's just to soothe my anxiety and give me some encouragement, then please leave."

"I'm not that fragile."

Death, with his eyes closed, shook his head: "No, this is merely a prelude to the main event."

Remember what I said? I'm looking forward to our next meeting.

The gates of the underworld will open for you once more.

Just like King Thranan and the World Tree... something is also preserved with me.

[Not only me, but the Dragon God on Dragon Island, the deity born from the remains of the Three Pillar Gods, also holds a gift.]

I understand your worries and concerns.

But let's... have faith in humans, faith in demons, faith in elves. Have faith in all other living beings in this world.

You should focus on more important things than reducing casualties.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large door shimmering with a dark purple light opened in front of Roland.

If you've made up your mind, then step through this door.

You have five minutes.

The choice is yours, Your Excellency Roland.

Death has departed.

Time, which had stood still around them, began to flow again, but the purple door had not yet disappeared.

"Where are you going?"

An unexpected sound interrupted Roland's thought process.

He turned around and saw Little Gray holding a piece of bread, munching on it, looking at him with some confusion.

"What are you doing here?" Roland asked in return.

"You're allowed to come here for some fresh air, but nobody else is?" Little Grey retorted, then looked at the obviously abnormal purple gate and asked, "So... you're not planning to leave?"

"I will pass on the message to other people."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Kalia, who had chased after the bread that had been stolen from her, also came onto the deck.

It didn't take long for her to understand the choice Roland was facing.

Roland was also bewildered when he saw Kalia suddenly burst in and smoothly snatch half a packet from Little Gray's hand and stuff it into her mouth.

Roland thought for a long time but couldn't come up with anything to say.

He watched the two fighting over the food, then put his hands on his hips and laughed helplessly before turning and walking toward the purple gate.

"Lia... I'm going to the underworld."

"Until I return... everything is in your hands. If you're unsure, discuss it with Iluvia and Lady Flam."

(End of this chapter)