Why the hell am I not dead yet?
Roland was gasping for breath, his hands trembling violently as he looked at the ground covered in corpses, his mind completely blank.
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
The three questions of a transmigrator echoed repeatedly in his mind.
"Are you unable to go on again?"
A gentle demonic whisper sounded in his ear, and Roland's body almost went limp. His whole body felt weak, except for his mouth which remained defiant.
"What are you talking about? Even if another team of Spirit Realm Knights cos, I can still take them down!"
"Really?"
Sofia's lips curved slightly upward, her slender finger pointing towards the pitch-black distance.
"The Spirit Realm Knights you're asking for are over there, arriving on the battlefield in thirty seconds. Please be ready."
Roland: "..."
He really wanted to curse but found himself utterly powerless.
The Netherworld has no concept of ti, or perhaps its ti dinsion is entirely different from that of the real world.
According to Sofia's description, the ti they spent here equates to less than three hours on Theia Plane.
Three hours? It felt longer than a lifeti.
Though absolutely exhausted, Roland's mind remained sowhat clear. Those strong in power are highly sensitive to the passage of ti, and he could estimate that he had been in the Netherworld for about a week.
By this ratio, even if they spent a year down here, only a few days would have passed in the Material Plane.
That was probably the only good news.
Sofia, the devil, always exuded the arrogance of a living being, like blood in a raging sea easily attracting bloodthirsty sharks.
The enemies ca in an endless stream.
It's unknown what thod Sofia used, but these enemies' strengths ranged from weak to strong, always at the level where Roland had to desperately struggle to manage them.
For a whole week, Roland hadn't eaten, drunk, or slept, always either fighting or on the way to fight.
And his preparation ti was extrely short.
He couldn't rember how many tis he fought until he was completely exhausted.
Not the so-called taking exhaustion as a sign of weakness, but truly losing all strength.
This ti, Roland didn't even have the strength to collapse entirely, his whole body going limp like a slug, truly burnt out.
Just as his body was about to touch the ground, a sigh resounded.
"Are you giving up?"
Roland wanted to curse.
Although a man would never admit being unable to go on, exhaustion is exhaustion, just like a human's refractory period, when you can't get up, you just can't get up, being stubborn doesn't help.
Occasionally, verbal PUA might make Roland endure, but this ti he really didn't want to. He retorted angrily, "Yes, yes, I'm done, let die."
"Then I'm leaving." Sofia, of course, didn't cater to Roland's problems, turning around to leave directly.
Roland was so angered that he gritted his teeth, but could only force himself to endure.
"Co back, I'm not dead yet, I can do it!"
Sofia turned back slowly, gripping Roland's shoulder, conveying an inquiry with her eyes.
Roland's face was ashen, clenching his teeth and nodding.
Her fingertips pressed against his forehead, and a miserable scream echoed.
The power was restored, with a little extra borrowed, but the cost was soul-splitting pain, increasing each ti.
The old woman was definitely doing it on purpose.
Roland thought bitterly.
How could restoring power be so painful, and the pain deepening each ti?
Clearly, it was Sofia punishing him for exhausting his energy.
Want to prolong your life? Here you go, but the price is pain.
Roland gritted his teeth, tightly holding his longsword and Holy Shield, taking a deep breath to face the Spirit Realm Knights.
This was a fully upgraded version of the Nether Knight; not only did they possess trendous combat power, but their fighting techniques were exceptional, their formations exquisite, allowing them to unleash greater combat strength.
Battle, endless battle.
Kill, kill, kill!
In the frenzy of slaughter, Roland was like a high-speed machine, and all his potential was being squeezed to the extre.
He never dread that he could handle the longsword with such skill.
After each magnificent performance ended the battle, he couldn't help but sneak glances at Sofia.
After all, she was the only audience here, and he needed positive feedback.
Unfortunately, there was none, Sofia's facial expression seed fixed, forever indifferent.
Roland simply stopped looking at her expression and just appreciated her beauty.
A great philosopher once said that the world doesn't lack beauty, only eyes to appreciate it.
Appreciating beauty was also an essential ans of restoring spirit.
His gaze certainly didn't escape Sofia's keen perception.
Finally, after shattering seven Spirit Realm Knights, Sofia couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"
"Appreciating beauty, pure appreciation." Roland admitted generously.
"Is that so?"
Sofia's eyelashes seed to tremble slightly but quickly returned to normal.
"Compared to Sylph, how do I fare? I want an honest answer."
Sofia looked at Roland with interest, suddenly curious about how he would answer this question.
If he doesn't give an amusing answer, the next punishnt must be doubled.
Would he say sweet things or the truth?
Between pleasing words and the truth, Roland chose bad words.
"Currently, it's my wife, but in the future, it might be you."
Sofia's eyebrows slightly raised, and she couldn't resist mocking, "My appearance hasn't changed for billions of years, not even before reincarnation, can such a thing foresee the future?"
"If we can't return, naturally it's you." Roland laughed self-deprecatingly.
With this answer, he was protesting to Sofia.
Sofia understood the implication of Roland's words, her voice turning slightly cold, "Are you blaming ?"
"Of course not, I'm just concerned and confused, just want to see Sif soon," Roland's tone was calm, but his brows revealed anxiety.
Sofia didn't answer directly, but turned her chin in another direction.
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