In the Name of Empress

Chapter 739 409: The Informer Must Die (Part 2)

She quickly realized it wasn't a show, but a very natural display.

Her mood got worse. If it were merely a display of affection, she wouldn't be so angry.

But these two lovebirds were truly in love.

This meal was unbearable.

Sofia found a random excuse to leave, and in a flash, she had disappeared from the restaurant.

She was full, half with anger and half with dog food.

This restaurant was no place to stay, better to leave it to these lovebirds, lest they strip down to nothing.

Though Sofia guessed Roland and Sif with the utmost ill will, they didn't disappoint her.

After she left, they started panting while eating, though they were people with status and dignity, so they didn't do it right at the table but found a luxurious room to express their love.

A short separation is sweet, even more so when faced with life and death, nearly never seeing each other again in this life.

This meal moved from the restaurant to the bedroom and would not be finished anytime soon.

Sofia sat drinking alone atop a lonely peak outside the city, while Roland and Sif in the city's hotel wished to merge into one, greedily absorbing each other's warmth.

Each had their joys and sorrows.

But the sadness between people does not connect.

Sofia finished the wine in her glass, casually threw it towards the sky, and muttered to herself:

"If the glass falls down, I'll drink another. If the sky keeps it, then I'll stop."

She was quite justified, but gravity never accommodates anyone, and the glass fell back down.

"Since it's fate's arrangement, I'll drink another!"

Sofia continued to pour herself wine, drinking several glasses without using Extraordinary Abilities to suppress the spread of alcohol, even though her drinking capacity was bold, she felt a little overwhelmed.

Her gaze gradually turned blurry.

Only having eaten a few bites, her stomach, filled with several bottles of wine, began to churn.

She could easily control the movement of her stomach to forcibly digest those damned things, but she didn't.

She wanted to experience the long-lost feeling of the mundane.

Joy and pain intertwined, mundane and fragile like paper.

The glass was thrown towards the sky again, her gaze became more hazy, until it fell before her, shattering on the ground.

Glass shards flew, brushing across her cheek.

Even if swords and blades pressed upon her, it would be difficult to injure her body; mere glass shards naturally wouldn't.

The glass shards grazed her soft face before being instantly bounced away.

Yet the feeling of pain welled up from her heart.

Why is this world so unfair to her? She was the strongest and most promising Chosen One, with the highest aspirations for the Divine Domain, yet she was shut out.

She had reluctantly accepted a political marriage, hoping her husband, an educated noble, could at least maintain basic dignity, provide her basic care and legitimate offspring.

However, she was repeatedly mocked by the world.

She wasn't angry because Roland and Sif showed love.

This was their happiness, she would only envy...

No, she didn't envy them at all!

Sofia stared at the increasingly dark sky, her gaze growing cold.

She furrowed her brows, pointed her finger at the ground, and alcohol formed into a trickle, slowly dripping down.

Enough is enough, the last obsession of mundane Sofia.

Weakness shouldn't belong to her, and cannot belong to her.

The anomaly in the sky seemed to portend some change, which made Sofia alert and stirred a bit of her killing intent.

Clearly, the Netherworld of the Land of Death knew what was happening here and was already making early preparations.

Someone had betrayed her.

A list of suspects appeared in Sofia's mind.

She wasn't a judge, nor did she have time for interrogation, venting her anger only required a target.

She stood tall and walked towards the city gates.

She didn't care what lineup the Netherworld dispatched to intercept her, but she would never spare those who betrayed her.

Killing in error? She didn't care.

The people in the Netherworld Prison City had no idea what kind of disaster they had provoked, nor did they know they would face annihilation because of a certain couple reunited after a long separation.

Destruction descended.

...

"What's happening?"

Immersed in a tender moment, Roland suddenly awoke, feeling the tremor of the earth, he hurriedly dressed and grabbed his weapon.

Sif bit her lip, her delicate face blushing so deep it was about to drip blood.

It was certainly not shyness.

Enjoying intimate contact with her lover rightfully, even if the Supreme God were standing here, she would be justified.

She was purely furious.

She was just seconds away from soaring to the clouds for the seventh time and then gently drifting down, only to be ruthlessly interrupted.

The letdown was like a birthday cake toppled over after blowing out the candles, leaving her murderous intent brimming.

The fear of falling into the Land of Death, the helplessness of sinking into the Sea of Annihilation, the excitement of Roland descending from the sky, the surprise of being rescued by Sofia, and the thrilling reunion left her heart unable to remain calm.

She spun around, her armor and long spear already equipped.

When she and Roland dashed out of the room, they saw Sofia hovering in the air, unveiling the Domain of Destruction.

The originally gloomy sky turned completely black as ink, and the arrows of destruction, like unlocked bolts, flew towards the targets Sofia identified.

Was this a massacre?

Sif also flew into the sky, approaching Sofia.

"Are we to kill them all?"

Sofia saved her life; she had to repay this debt.

Though a massacre contradicts the Elf Race's love for peace, her dealings with Roland over the years taught her that having no principles was her principle.

A massacre would harm the innocent, but as long as Sofia wanted it, she could only accept it.

Sofia's gaze turned to Sif, reducing her murderous intent by nine-tenths, even somewhat speechless.

"Don't be so extreme."

"Just kill those marked by me; no need to harm the innocent."

Roland also ascended to the sky, deploying the Light Barrier, illuminating the whole Netherworld Prison City.

"All unrelated people, leave immediately to avoid accidental harm!"

His words were like a pardon, and countless residents rushed towards the city gates once granted permission.

Those marked were ashen-faced.

Someone shouted loudly, hoping Sofia would give an explanation; others pleaded loudly for mercy, hoping for leniency.

But Sofia was unmoved, merely watching them coldly.

Finally, someone couldn't withstand the oppressive atmosphere any longer and, mixed in with the crowd, began to sneak away from the city.

The first intelligent one had just stepped out of the city when their body turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished.

Sofia explained to Roland and Sif as if she were a tutor, "The Power of Destruction is a force that aligns with the laws of the universe, but beings with Destruction Attributes cannot exist in this world. Leaving my Domain with a mark of destruction inevitably results in annihilation."

She was explaining to Roland but made those also marked with destruction look ashen-faced.

They couldn't fight it; they couldn't run; was there no way to live?

Indeed there was, as the oppressive aura of death approached, finally allowing someone to understand the reason.

Something major must have made Sofia, who had always mediated with them, so angry.

The recent major event was someone snitching to the higher-ups.

"It was them who reported! I didn't collude with them; I can swear on my soul." The bar owner, Cook, desperate to survive, ruthlessly laid his hand on his chest and swore a deadly oath.

Lead-gray mist enveloped his body, transforming into a pearl that floated into his forehead.

The oath was established; he lived to prove his innocence.

With Cook taking the lead, others naturally imitated, swearing deadly oaths in the standard format.

Some passed, while others did not.

The Judge roared, his long saber slicing through the sky towards Cook's neck.

"Traitorous dog, die!"

He knew he wasn't Sofia's match and didn't dare to hope to live, but before dying, he had to cut down these traitors.

Traitors are the most despised people in the world, without exception.

Sofia had little favor for the slippery Cook, but she still acted.

A translucent light green glow enveloped Cook, forming a protective shield that deflected the long saber, saving Cook.

"If I want someone to live, even the Death God can't take them."

As the last person finished swearing to prove their innocence, Sofia's expression showed no mercy, detonating the marks.

The Power of Destruction and Power of Rebirth collided, exploded, and annihilated within the Netherworld inhabitants.

There was no room for resistance; all the informers except the Judge perished.

The Judge had already been despairing, even closing his eyes to await death, yet all he heard was the wails from those around him, and he was still alive?

He opened his eyes in surprise, just about to speak when Sofia removed the mark from him and withdrew the domain.

"I, I..."

"You are still a dead man, only the executioners are them."

Sofia shattered his fantasy, pointing to Roland and Sif.

The Judge, standing at the pinnacle of Tier Two where normal men could reach, might be boasting to claim invincibility under the Divine Domain, but his strength was real.

Roland, having been tempered through the Netherworld's battles, and Sif, almost recovering her peak strength, should be able to defeat the Judge in the unrestricted Land of Death.

This was a test.

They must pass.