My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

The doctor, covering his right eye with one hand, wore a thoughtful expression, while a hoarse voice sounded from outside the door: "It seems you had a precognitive dream."

"Ebony Maw, is the plan about to begin?"

Upon hearing this sound, the doctor's heart skipped a beat, and he asked a question. The figure at the door shook his head and slowly walked into the control room.

"Now is not the time. Ilya is quite powerful, and my lord does not intend to deal with her without being fully prepared."

Upon hearing this, the doctor nodded, inwardly skeptical of Ebony Throat's earlier words. A precognitive dream?

How could this be? How could I possibly have a precognitive dream? I've already retired from my position as the Magic King and plan to live as an ordinary person. I would never have a precognitive dream.

"Magic King, would you be interested in seeing a grand performance?"

Ebony Maw's voice continued, and the doctor, with an imposing air, looked at the pale-faced man who had entered the control room and asked:

"Oh, even I, the Magic King Roman, feel this grand? I hope the ending won't disappoint me."

Even though he has retired from the position of Magic King, he still decides to call himself Magic King in front of Ebony Maw.

Of course, this wasn't a positive reason; it was simply because he was afraid of being killed if his true identity was revealed.

A person dies when they are killed. If he were to be killed, Roman's life would undoubtedly come to an end. His current achievements are far from enough to be engraved on the Throne of Heroes.

It doesn't matter that Roman died, but we absolutely cannot let the future of humanity be destroyed because of him.

Chapter 732: The only hero in the world today is the Magic King Er

We can't ignore the future of Earth. If it's about saving the world, then lying a little is acceptable, right?

The doctor thought to himself, glancing casually at Ebony Throat, and said nonchalantly, "By the way, how are my toys doing now?"

Ah, everyone from Chaldea, I'm sorry, I didn't really treat you as toys. I just used that description to feign ignorance and get information out of you.

As the doctor thought this to himself, Ebony Maw pondered for a moment before replying, "They should be on the right track in terms of espionage."

"what?"

The doctor was taken aback upon hearing this, and Ebony Throat explained the next moment:

"Earth cats don't raise idlers. Her Majesty Ilya initially planned to keep only a few key ones and use the rest as batteries for human power generation."

Despite my painstaking efforts and advice, Her Majesty Ilya's decision ultimately became to send the Chaldeans, who had sworn allegiance to her, to infiltrate the Dreamland.

"Well, I guess the Chaldea members are already on their way."

Upon hearing this, the doctor nodded somewhat helplessly.

"Okay, I understand. By the way, what state do those little toys think I am in right now? I must not give myself away when I talk to them next time."

So what was it? A heroic sacrifice?

The doctor's tone was full of curiosity, but the only response he received was the silence of Ebony Maw not far away.

Ah this...

This……

Now what should I say? Should I say that in the eyes of the Chaldea people, I offered my body to Illya for their sake?

Well, let's make a slight revision then. I did make a slight revision when I told those people at Chaldea.

"In their eyes, Your Excellency the Magic King possesses considerable talent, and you spared them a tragic fate by serving the Earth Cat Cult."

After Ebony Throat finished speaking, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief. "Very good, the situation is better than I imagined."

Fortunately, I wasn't portrayed as having died a heroic death, otherwise it might have caused a lot of misunderstandings when I met Chaldea later.

"Hmph, does the mere Earth Cat Cult deserve my service?"

Maintaining one's public image is important; the doctor scoffed after receiving the results.

"Dio the Savior is slightly less eloquent, Pharaoh the Sea Cat is slightly less charming, and Magical Girl Illya only knows how to use magic cannons and engage in yuri."

Dio, the savior of villains and leader of the Dark Quadrant, is indeed a paragon of the law, but his heart is not in the law, and he has devoted himself to evil.

Pharaoh Seacat may be exceptionally talented in literature, but unfortunately his martial prowess is no longer what it once was.

As for the current leader, Ilya... ha, she's a woman indulging in pleasure, not worth mentioning.

The Earth Cat Cult may be vast, but it is utterly insignificant compared to your attempt to ascend to the throne of divinity.

After a moment's thought, Ebony Throat said this, and the doctor was stunned upon hearing it.

Wait a minute, Dior is someone you're loyal to, right? Is it really okay to talk about someone you're loyal to behind their back?

“Mr. Roman, you know me well. I, Ebony Maw, the Black Tongue Strategist of the Dark Quadrant, have an exceptional eye for people. I could tell at a glance that Dio is not a true hero.”

In my opinion, the only hero in the world today is the Magic King, Roman Reigns.

...?

What exceptional insight!

Good grief, where do you get your confidence from? I didn't even realize I was pretending, yet you still dare to call yourself brilliant.

But this tone... wait, could it be that this guy wants to defect to me?

The doctor instinctively straightened his back. This might work for a short time, but if he tried to keep it up for a long time, he would definitely be exposed.

"Magic King, are you interested in venturing into the Dark Quadrant?"

Ebony Maw looked at the doctor and said this, since the person in front of him had already shown such a reaction, he could not help but respond.

This precognitive dream has already been arranged; let him turn the tide at a crucial moment in time.

As Ebony Maw pondered this, the Doctor revealed a rather interested expression: "To seize the throne from Dio and become the true master of the Dark Quadrant?"

Interesting, I'm very interested.

Upon hearing this, Ebony Maw revealed a hint of appreciation in his eyes, while the doctor was no longer concerned.

Forget it, take care of him.

In short, keep up the act for as long as possible, and try to delay until you can get in touch with the director.

"As expected of the King of Magic! By the way, would you be interested in seeing a performance related to yourself next?"

As Ebony Maw clapped, the doctor asked with a hint of curiosity, "A performance related to me?"

"That's right, it's about your precognitive dream and the battle it's related to, the battle between Chaldea and the new Lich King."

Ebony Maw explained what the upcoming battle would entail, and upon hearing this, the doctor instantly perked up.

I'm really interested in this. I'm quite concerned about the doctors in Chaldea right now, since we don't even know what their situation is like.

"Oh, the new Lich King... Interesting. It seems that the lineage has been recognized. The birth of the new Lich King will surely cause a bloodbath."

As the doctor thought about the people of Chaldea, he casually remarked that, in his memory, occasionally offering a kingly critique of certain things was very useful for disguise.

As for the Lich King... the doctor said he had absolutely no idea, and had no memory of the Lich King.

Information about the other world will be transmitted in other different worlds through various types of works, and the works created by the author will also be slightly different in different worlds.

In the current version of the Type-Moon universe where Xia Qing is, Warcraft World does not exist at all; its original status has been replaced by another game called Middle-earth.

In Xia Qing's world, the Middle-earth series is mainly disseminated through novels, while in this world, it is disseminated through games.

"Indeed, I have heard of the Lich King. That terrifying monarch who controls natural disasters will definitely be a problem when he grows up."

"Oops, I misspoke. Since you're interested in watching this battle, you can leave the rest to me."

After speaking, Ebony Throat snapped his fingers, and the next scene of the British border appeared on the wall of the Chaldea control room.

There's no need to talk about chivalry when dealing with a villain like the Lich King; everyone should just attack together.

The doctor looked at the scene before him with a complicated expression. This... He had just seen the director preparing to lead a group of people to beat up a girl who looked like an innocent passerby.

"Um, Miss Joan of Arc asked me to pass on a message to you."

The battle on the screen had not yet begun, and it seemed that Mash (Alter) was still trying to persuade them.

Chapter 733: The Suppressed Chaldea

"What is that saint who follows a ridiculous code of justice trying to tell me?"

With mixed feelings, Jeanne Alter asked, completely unable to understand where her other self's persistence came from.

Is it a past in that small town that I've forgotten?

Or was it a friendship forged in the defense of this ridiculous, despicable country?

Jeanne d'Arc and Jeanne Alter maintain a spiritual connection, and their ability to peer into each other's memories is bidirectional. From the consciousness of that saint, Jeanne Alter obtained the memories that Gilles had once mentioned, memories that she had lost.

What puzzled Jeanne Alter was that the version of herself in that memory always felt somewhat unfamiliar, and she did many things that seemed completely unlike herself.

Is helping others a pleasure?

What a joke! How could I, Joan of Arc, possibly be happy about such a trivial matter?

Jeanne Alter shook her head, thinking that she hadn't seen the ugliness of the world in the past, and that was why she chose to be happy to help others.

In this cruel era, the innocent and vulnerable of one moment may become the new perpetrators of violence the next.

Oppression will inevitably be accompanied by resistance, but those who resist will ultimately only become new dragons.

"Try to hold onto hope and believe in humanity, and you will see a brand new and incomparably beautiful new world."

Mash then repeated Jeanne d'Arc's words, to which she was met with a cold laugh from Jeanne Alter: "Utterly foolish ideas."

Trust in humanity? Ha, trust will only end in one way: betrayal.

In the purgatory of this world, ablaze with fiery heat, I made a promise long ago: never to forgive, never to trust again.

Jeanne Alter's tone was full of disdain, clearly indicating that she was unwilling to try Jeanne d'Arc's attempt at all.

"Persuasion has failed. So, Chaldea, what do you intend to do now? Begin an attack on me?"

As she spoke, Jeanne Alter revealed a fiercely determined smile. She would not admit defeat, and even if she bled to death, she would still achieve final victory, because her vengeful rage was far from over.

Not enough, not enough, not enough!!!

Remembering that unforgettable pain, Jeanne Alter, determined to obliterate the name of France, held a sword in one hand and planted a flag in the other.

With her battle flag planted in the earth, she had made her stance clear to the people of Chaldea.