Hexode ultimately chose to cooperate.

Although with a bit of rational thought, it wasn't hard to conclude that this was the most sensible course of action, seeing the Demon Lord persuaded by a young witch and retracting his view still made everyone's chests swell with pride, unconsciously raising their heads slightly.

The only requirement of the Lord of the Celestial Sphere was to confirm that the situation was as Anna said, which was also permitted by her.

Under the layers of supervision of the God's Punishment Witches, Hexode and Seruxi saw Roland lying on the bed—the pillar of light on his body was still magnificent, almost covering most of the floating island.

"If it had been half a year earlier, I would have been very happy to see this scene." Hexode put the five-colored magic stone into his arms and sighed slightly, "Have you tried connecting to the Dream World?"

"Of course, but we failed." Phyllis answered him, "Our souls are no longer accepted by that world, and our companions who entered early have also fallen into a coma. This makes it impossible for us to transmit any information to His Majesty Roland—the connection between the two worlds has now been severed."

"Look on the bright side, at least he has two witches with him." Hexode shrugged and then said to Anna, "The Western Front Plan is a nearly century-long project. In order to transport the Life Ephemera—what you call the Red Mist—from the Black Stone Domain to human territory, it includes not only a Tower of Genesis, but also a passage hidden in the mountains. And the exit of this passage is only a mountain away from the Northern Border of Neverwinter, so sending your support troops to the Bottomless Land doesn't require me to travel back and forth repeatedly. If you are willing to take the risk, I can help you open this Gate of Distortion."

"That's good." Anna nodded, "I believe that with the Silent Disaster escorting along the way, your people shouldn't care too much about us borrowing this shortcut."

Letting a Demon Lord suppress other restless demons was undoubtedly an extremely bold proposal. The others couldn't help but sweat, but Hexode chuckled.

"Interesting little girl. I have no objection, as long as it agrees."

Seruxi took off the hideous black iron helmet, revealing a head of delicate long hair that was inconsistent with its appearance. Its extremely feminine face surprised those who had never seen its true appearance. It looked at Anna for a moment before speaking, "I have a condition. When you take Roland deep into the Bottomless Land, I want to go in with you."

"Is it because of the Nightmare Lord?" Anna asked directly.

Seruxi did not answer.

"I promise you." Finally, she said solemnly.

After receiving a definite answer, the Silent Disaster put on his helmet again and walked out of the bedroom first.

Obviously, it didn't plan to interfere in the specific plan to be discussed later.

Hexode seemed to have long been accustomed to the other party's style of behavior, "Next, let's talk somewhere else—about how exactly to get to that Misty Island occupied by the Celestial Sea Realm."

……

Not long after arriving at the base, Roland and Valkyris were invited into a hall by the receptionist.

There were already many colleagues in the hall, but most of them were concentrated in the back half, and he was directly guided to the front row, sitting next to a familiar person, Fei Yuhan, a genius among the Star Martial Artists.

When he learned that he could not leave the Dream World, Roland was more calm than he expected, or rather, he was psychologically prepared for the fact that the Envoy would not give up.

If it were in Neverwinter City, he might still have some worries, but now the greatest threat to mankind—the Demon King's City—has been overthrown, and the floating island controlled by Eleanor is an information-isolated place. Even if he is unconscious, it will be difficult to cause too many adverse effects on the situation. As long as he seizes the time, he can solve the Envoy who is secretly causing trouble.

The three greeted each other briefly. Although there were only a few words, Roland still noticed that Valkyris' attitude towards Fei Yuhan was much better than his own.

Since when did the Demon Lord and the Star Martial Artist get so close?

He has been providing Peninsula Coffee all the time.

Half an hour later, the Guardian of the Boulder walked into the hall.

"Everyone, we are in trouble." His opening remarks immediately silenced everyone.

Then, Boulder pressed the control pen in his hand, and several photos were projected onto the screen behind him.

Seeing the content of the photos, everyone took a breath of cold air in unison.

Several bright red cavities appeared in the city streets. Their shapes were large and small. The large ones almost cut a building in half, and the small ones could cover a car. Martial artists were no strangers to such things. It was this phenomenon called "erosion" that destroyed Prism City.

Obviously, the residents within the range of the cavities were beyond salvation, but this was far from the worst situation.

In the photos, many figures of the Fallen Demons were seen. They gathered around the cavities, as if they wanted to throw themselves into the scarlet nothingness.

"Sacrifice." Fei Yuhan whispered.

"I guess so." Roland nodded. He had seen such a scene before—when executing a joint extermination mission, the enemy used a large number of cores to trigger erosion and summon pure magic monsters. Now it was just skipping the middle step.

Now the city where they are is still calm, so the problem is obvious.

"These are all photos sent back from the vicinity of Cloudsoar City. It is currently in a state of extreme chaos." Boulder said in a deep voice, "No one knows where they came from, and no one knows what the situation is at the headquarters. There are traffic jams and people fleeing everywhere. Even the martial artists who sent back these photos are probably already dead." He paused, "This is a war launched by the Fallen Demons. We must take action immediately to support Cloudsoar City!"

Speaking of this, the Guardian specifically looked at Roland.

"Considering the urgency of time, specific task arrangements will be explained by someone special after you arrive at your destination. In thirty minutes, the transport plane will arrive at the association's residence, and everyone will set off immediately without delay—this action is irrelevant to factions and is also the best opportunity to prove your abilities."

After the hurried meeting ended, the other party left him alone, "Mr. Roland... we are one step too late after all."

Since he demonstrated the absorption of core power, the upper echelons of Prism City have considered handing over the cores stored in the remaining branches to him for disposal. In fact, many branches have done so, but Cloudsoar City, as the central location of the association, has never given a definite answer. Unexpectedly, the news they suddenly received this time was a disaster.

Roland pondered for a while, then slowly shook his head, "Perhaps we were late from the beginning."

Boulder was stunned for a moment before he understood what he meant, and his face changed drastically, "How is that possible? There are several Guardians stationed in Cloudsoar City, and not long ago, the President and I were on the phone—"

"Besides that, I can't think of any reason why so many Fallen Demons would suddenly appear: only Cloudsoar City can provide so many natural power cores." Roland replied. "The red light suddenly appeared from the top of Cloudsoar City, the enemies rushed into the streets together, and those suddenly opened erosions, all of this cannot be done in a short time. Thinking about it now, it's not difficult to see that after they captured Prism City, there was no new movement for a long time, which in itself was unreasonable."

"..." Boulder was speechless for a moment.

"So the President who was on the phone with you is either dead..." Roland said word by word, "Or it is the Envoy himself."