After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

Of course, they just need to hold out until the portal is fully established.

Once the portal is established, and the United Nations' army, which is already prepared, lands... then Kino can ignore the rest.

All she needs to do is seek the Sirens' legacy, find that scepter, and find her own future.

...But will things really go that smoothly?

Kino sighed heavily. Just then, Elena said, "Perhaps it's more important to see how things are handled in the United Nations."

After all, if Theresa and the others can handle the Roman Demon Realm matter as soon as possible, then our side will have two more powerful combatants available.

Although Anna is not yet able to take over Theresa's political affairs for the time being, the new bureaucrats on the elven side are already proficient in their work—so with a little manpower and the help of Natalia, she should be able to assume the position of regent.

In summary, if Teresa and Lalumia can come over... perhaps the demons on Allandis' side won't pose much of a threat—provided they can handle their work there as soon as possible.

Helpless: Perhaps I should ask Yang Hao to go back and remind him to help?

Elena pondered whether to send Yang Hao back to Elusia. If he were there, perhaps the situation in the Roman Demon Realm could be resolved more quickly.

But we might need him to come and handle things here too... What should we do?

The small synthetic doll fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile, in Wies City.

After confirming that Theresa was capable of handling the Roman Demon Realm on her own before rushing over, Yang Hao decided to stay here and wait until a safe position was cleared on the continent of Allandis before heading over.

Chapter 18: [The Final Battle in the Roman Demon Realm] (Part 1)

Yang Hao put down the papers in his hand. After confirming that Theresa and the others could handle the major affairs of the continent of Elusia, he decided to stay here to deal with the trivial matters concerning the continents of Orros and Arlandis.

After all, he understood Theresa's predicament. He knew that Theresa would come immediately once she had dealt with the matters of the Roman Demon Realm on the continent of Elusia—but that was precisely why Yang Hao wanted to stay here and race alongside Theresa as quickly as possible.

For no other reason than this: Once Theresa resolves the Roman Demon Realm and travels to Allandis with Lalumia, who will remain in the Purple Palace of the United Kingdom to govern?

Natalia? No, it can't be her. Because she's already the presiding judge. The presiding judge doesn't have the power to govern, and she doesn't want to govern.

Arthur or Dr. Joseph? That's even less likely. Yang Hao would believe you if you said Arthur broke his third leg today, but to say he would take power? That's completely impossible.

So in the end, the only ruler who could gain the trust of the people... was his adopted daughter, Anna.

Yang Hao doesn't want Anna to be in power now. At the very least, it should wait until she completes her coming-of-age ceremony—but she's not even 12 yet.

Yang Hao could understand that a little girl under the age of 12 had to shoulder the pressure of taking on adult responsibilities without completing her studies, simply because the situation was serious.

But understanding doesn't mean you have to do it exactly as instructed. After all, he still has a choice. At least for now, he does seem to have a choice.

"If I can resolve the Allandis issue quickly, then Theresa and the others won't need to come... Sigh. After all, I still hope little Anna can mature a bit before taking on responsibilities."

Yang Hao's sigh made Margarita tilt her head.

Margarita knew who little Anna was, and she knew how Yang Hao viewed this "daughter of the late emperor"—but she never imagined that Yang Hao's doting on her would reach such an extent.

For the sake of argument, that young girl already shows a willingness to take on responsibilities in the future. Isn't it inappropriate for you to continue preventing her like this?

Margarita looked at him with curiosity, but Yang Hao just rolled his eyes: How could you, as a father, not worry?

in other words.

"When it comes to your daughter, it's one thing to talk and another to do... Sigh. I'm starting to look down on you."

"You must be even more distressed than I am now that you have a daughter."

"On the condition that I can have a daughter."

Margarita rolled her eyes and said that people can't understand each other.

But considering that Yang Hao genuinely wanted to end the battle quickly... Margarita added: "It wouldn't hurt for us to speed things up a bit."

At this stage, thanks to Elena's help, the exploration team's situation has stabilized.

Finn is assembling her team. Once the continent rises, she can lead them to teleport to Arlandis and launch a full-scale attack on the demons.

Naruja is also working diligently to produce ordinary metal golems. Thanks to Ysgard's powerful industrial system, Naruja has an abundance of metal resources to squander.

Of course, making too much would exhaust her. But that's not a problem.

The key point is that they need to ensure that the total number of troops that the United Nations have landed at the moment Arlandis rises exceeds the total number of demons launching the assault.

"After all, we need to suppress the demons' surprise attack... so the number of troops cannot be small."

"However, the number of areas that can be opened by the portal is limited, and we cannot deploy too many troops at once, causing congestion..."

"So the key is that His Majesty Finn needs to clear the site the instant he enters, allowing us to expand our territorial advantage while simultaneously leading his superior forces to establish an impregnable defensive line, and ensuring that the expedition's exhausted soldiers are alternated with the new recruits..."

"Last and most importantly, we must find an opportunity to wipe out the main force of the demons—and for that, we need bait..."

Margarita paused for a moment at this point. She looked at Yang Hao with her scarlet eyes, and finally licked her lips:

"In other words... if you can appear on the battlefield, perhaps we will be able to create a trap, a pocket, for the demons."

"I don't really care," Yang Hao nodded. "The only problem is that Fen and the others will stop me."

"That is indeed a problem, but if you insist on appearing on the battlefield, perhaps even His Majesty Finn, who is exhausted from casting elven spells, will be unable to dissuade you?"

"I have a feeling we're secretly plotting things that are bad for my wife... It's really strange."

"This is also for victory—of course, I will absolutely not let you die. Although I'm not sure if you will be injured, I will at least absolutely not let you die."

Yang Hao didn't really take Margarita's promise to heart.

After all, Yang Hao himself is the type who cares most about safety. He knows he absolutely cannot get hurt, but when faced with danger, he still has to step up, because it's for the greater good.

So he was going to accept Margarita's offer... but he still had to do some preparation before the portal opened.

...... ......

Meanwhile, in the Roman Demon Realm.

Theresa and Lalumia, who were leading a team to suppress the demons' living space, both frowned, thinking of something bad at the same time.

Is he planning to engage in dangerous activities again? Or is it simply that his next actions are dangerous?

Theresa and Lalumia looked at each other in silence. After ordering the soldiers to further compress the front line and join up with the Golem Legion, they looked at the army in front of them in silence, an army that Yang Hao and others had worked hard to build.

“I could never have imagined soldiers like this before…” Theresa murmured in a low voice. “Fanciable to their lord, possessing the best weapons, and even able to be resurrected after death—most importantly, even non-Edenian troops will soon enjoy such privileges. In a sense, we have begun to treat war as a children’s game.”

"I have to thank Mr. Arthur and the children of the Ling tribe. I gave him a six-month vacation in Yang Hao's name, you know? I'm sure he'll be happy."

"I think the happiest person is probably his woman...sigh. But then again—thanks to them. Thanks to Yang Hao, and naturally, thanks to me too. If I hadn't shamelessly dragged him along, we'd probably still be hiding in some hillside living right now."

"Hehe. Theresa, being too proud and complacent isn't good either, especially in front of me."

Looking at Theresa, who was standing tall and proud, Lalumia patted her shawl and said that if Theresa hadn't cursed her to die early, perhaps her pride score would have been even higher.

Indeed, if it weren't for Theresa, perhaps none of this would have ever begun.

Without Theresa's initial efforts, they might never have witnessed the scene of people from multiple races and continents uniting to fight against the demons.

So it's understandable that the nun felt proud—but even so, Guangming still had some complaints: why did her own child have to curse her to die back then?

Ugh!

It can only be said that once she has a man, she no longer cares about being a mother.

Lalumia sighed, watching the army slowly advance alongside Theresa.

Some demons who couldn't retreat in time were pushed out by other demons to fight the soldiers, but further away, another demon race was preventing the demons from retreating.

The closer they get to the original capital of Roman, the more visible the primal demons become—and those currently preventing the Roman demons from retreating are undoubtedly primal demons as well. But aren't demons supposed to live in harmony?

Perhaps it's because there's an irreconcilable conflict between the Roman demon and the primal demon—just as Lalumia was pondering this, Theresa spoke up from the side:

"...So I'm worried he might do something dangerous. And if he really intends to do that, I'm also worried about whether Fen and the others can stop him."

"...Yes. If the girls all have tasks to do, then no one can stop him, right?"

The nun and the goddess exchanged a smile, and if anyone were to approach them at that moment, they could see the lingering glint in their eyes.

One side expresses love and restraint for her husband from a wife's perspective, while the other side expresses gentleness and management for her child from a mother's perspective.

Their love for each other is the same in a certain sense, and similarly, their dissatisfaction with Yang Hao is also the same.

"We can't let him take any more risks."

"Therefore, perhaps one of us should go and take care of him personally."

"But what about things back home...?"

"If Teresa trusts me, could I perhaps substitute a little?"

Lalumia said with a forced smile that although Anna was not yet able to shoulder the heavy responsibility, it wouldn't be a big problem if Lalumia herself took over.

What's even more amazing is that most people in the Empire are now unaware of Lalumia's true face hidden under her hood—by simply changing the color of her eyes, she is Theresa.

In other words... if the situation were truly that urgent, it would be entirely feasible to involve Lalumia in politics.

Hmm...that's fine too.

After resolving Roman's matter, I rushed over immediately... After all, what can I do when my husband is such a troublemaker?

Theresa leaned slightly on Lalumia's shoulder, letting her god stroke her hair.

This is necessary. He cannot die. He cannot be injured, and he cannot repeatedly risk his life for the sake of his cause.

He has to live to get home—no matter the cost, lowering his standing in his eyes is necessary.

But then again...

"This means we'll have to speed up our attack on the Roman Demon Realm."

"Isn't it speeding up now? If nothing unexpected happens... that demon should appear very soon."

Lalumia nodded and said, "If the demons notice a deliberately weak point in their blockade... they should be about to make their move, right?"

That is indeed the case.

At the heart of the Roman Demon Realm, the demon servant looked at the large number of demons gathering around the heart and could only lament that his own demise was imminent.

Even in the most desperate moments, if there's a chance to fight back, you have to try. So, he set his sights on a relatively weak point in the enemy's blockade. Although it looked like a trap, if used properly, a trap could become a breakthrough for the demons to survive.

The problem is, how do we get the demons to unite?

The term "demon servant" means that primal demons can unite.

But Roman the Devil remains in a state of chaos.