novelraw Chapter 740 410: If Not "Big Sister," Should I Call You "Aunt"?
Chapter 740 410: If Not "Big Sister," Should I Call You "Aunt"?
If I can't handle Sofia, do you think I can't handle you two little things?
The Judge felt invigorated and grabbed his long-handled scythe.
He even saw hope for survival.
To triumph over Roland and Sif with perfect form, and then use them to force Sofia to accept a peace agreement.
These three harbingers of calamity are, after all, outsiders and will eventually leave.
As long as he survives, he can continue to exercise power in the Netherworld, or, ahem, serve the freedmen.
Survive!
Indeed, the desire to survive is the strongest craving. Driven by this intense survival instinct, the Judge fought the most spectacular battle of his life.
Even Sofia, with her critical eye, slightly praised his performance.
Sofia watched the aggressive Judge and the disadvantaged Roland and Sif, and coldly pronounced a death sentence.
"Take him down."
In the Sea of Annihilation, Roland and Sif's souls were connected, becoming inseparable.
This opportunity for complete soul connection is exceptionally valuable, greatly enhancing Roland's soul tenacity and spiritual power.
Now Roland, even when facing the descending Goddess, would not have the slightest stage fright and could confront her calmly.
Of course, whether he can defeat her is another matter.
As for this mere Judge, who stands at the Peak of the Holy Realm, he naturally cannot shake Roland.
While Roland has yet to reach his peak power, Sif, having retrieved all soul fragments, has long returned to her prime during the Third Era.
Currently, she possesses the advantages of both the Elf Race and Human Race's peak groups, with the Elf's affinity for Nature and magic and the Human's creativity, her combat power even surpassing Roland's.
Roland and Sif, even individually against the Judge, would not be at a disadvantage; now, with two against one, they naturally have the upper hand.
Upon receiving Sofia's execution order, Roland abandoned the idea of using the Judge for practice and attacked with full force.
Holy Light burst forth, turning the entire Netherworld into a land of Light.
The fleeing inhabitants of the Netherworld, seeing the Holy Light sweeping from behind, instinctively assumed it was a Divine Envoy sent by the Goddess of Light and fled in panic, vanishing without a trace.
Everyone was running.
Their goal was not to outrun the Light Messenger, but to outrun slower fellow Netherworlders.
Let others die, not oneself—a simple escape logic.
The Netherworld Prison City, now abandoned and empty, resembled a ghost town.
Roland need not worry about inadvertently harming too many innocents, so he held nothing back, letting the Holy Light engulf the entire battlefield.
The sacred rays shone on the Judge, causing his skin to sizzle.
After all, the Judge possessed negative attributes and was greatly discomforted by the Holy Light, the sacred energy clashing fiercely with his internal negativity, causing piercing pain that made him cry out, and the scythe in his hand began to tremble.
What was once a flawless strike turned into a farcical swing.
Once he lost the initiative, his one advantage was completely gone.
In the instant Roland acted, Sif, connected to Roland's heart, also took action.
A phantom of a Golden Ginkgo Tree descended from the sky, landing behind her.
This was her Lifebound Ginkgo Tree nurtured with her own blood. Though the main body couldn't traverse space to appear, parts of its power were bound to Sif herself and could be summoned at any time.
The stronger the Ancient Tree Controller, the more power the summoned ancient tree phantom preserves.
Given Sif and the Ginkgo Tree's power gap, the summoned phantom retained at least seventy to eighty percent functionality.
The Golden Ginkgo Tree spread its canopy, scattering countless seeds.
The gloomy Netherworld was illuminated by the Holy Light in the sky, the ancient tree unfurled a canopy of life, followed by a sea of blooming flowers.
If an outsider came here, they might think this was some earthly paradise.
Seeing this scene, the Judge's expression changed.
"You, you're that Elf?!"
He recalled the pitiful Elf he had seen countless years ago; she had her legs chopped off and couldn't reattach them in time, so she ran barefoot, holding her severed legs with energy-formed makeshift feet.
At that time, he wasn't yet the Judge, just a henchman summoned by the former Judges to help pursue and block.
After all these years, the Elf's poignant beauty and desperate expression remained vivid.
He hadn't recognized Sif earlier mainly due to her entirely different aura, and he never imagined the unfortunate soul who dashed into the Sea of Annihilation millions of years ago would emerge alive.
Faced with such a miracle that defied reasoning, his heart trembled.
He had a vague foreboding that today might be his last day.
He was unwilling; why?!
Among all the Netherworld Judges of generations, he was the most caring for everyone, with the best relationships and offended the least people.
When Roland sneaked in, he pretended not to see; when Sofia arrived openly, he also pretended not to see.
He feared any interaction with these transient monsters.
He strove with all his might to eliminate grudges, doing everything possible just for peace, yet trouble still came.
The Judge was seething with anger, unwillingness, and despair.
Even if he defeated Roland and Sif, what then? Sofia was like an insurmountable mountain standing there.
Despite his collapsing composure, the Judge, after all, was a super expert; he had seen too much hardship, adjusting swiftly without panic, swinging his scythe at Sif again.
This time, his target wasn't Roland or Sif, but the summoned ancient tree and Flower Sea.
Humans can run, but the Flower Sea and ancient tree can't, right?
The scythe slashed through the sky, tearing space; a deep chasm appeared, even Roland and Sif wouldn't want to take this blow head-on.
The ancient tree phantom wavered, and a smile touched the Judge's lips.
No matter how formidable a fortress is, as long as you breach it, the flaw can only grow.