Chapter 660 - Twists and Turns (2/2)

The thing about money, of course, was that the more the better.

But relatively speaking, Roland was not short of money for the time being, and he’d get more and more money if he endured for a while longer.

So, he only had to earn a decent amount of money right now. In this way, the Realm of Devils Expedition came to a temporary halt.

The players were busy making good relations with the succubi.

On the side of Guardians of Light, although Schuck only gave the generals two days, the soldiers’ minds were not quite right now.

After all, the players’ camp was not far away, and they would be drawn to the sound of the succubi wooing that came from over there.

So the morale of the Guardians of Light was a bit poor right now.

As each day passed, the number of players who mastered the succubus contract grew. The number of succubi “depleted” faster and faster.

After ten days, there were only 20,000 succubi left.

The number of people seeking Roland for equality contracts was starting to get smaller, and most of the players had already rushed to the front lines in the Realm of Devils.

The number of players, which had reached a terrifying ninety thousand, was already approaching the number of the Guardians of Light.

“There aren’t many succubi left, let’s move on to save the succubi.”

Such a call began to be communicated by guilds to the expeditionary command.

Soon, Roland also teleported over from Delpon.

The guild chairmen in the battle conference room all looked at him.

Finally, it was Moogle of Fatter Cat who asked, “Roland, can you inform the Guardians of Light that we are going to move on?”

“Let’s start on our own, there’s no need to inform them,” Roland said without hesitation. “We are already going to outnumber the Guardians of Light, the main battle power is now on our side.”

The crowd immediately understood, and then the players packed up their tents and continued on their way. Pompei, the city in the Realm of Devils that Paimon was guarding.

As the twelfth-ranked megacity in the Realm of Devils, Pompei had a rather large number of demons.

Paimon lived in the palace in the very center of the city.

He wasn’t in such a good mood right now.

Across from him was a Demon God, Sidi, and another Demon God, Judas. Judas looked at Sidi, who wore a foul expression, and said helplessly, “Paimon, don’t worry so much. Those Golden Sons may not be able to fight their way here.”

This place was still at least three hundred miles from the front line where the players were.

“I’m worried? What am I worried about?” Paimon grunted, then looked to Sidi. “Your ploy doesn’t seem to be of much use.”

Sidi looked bitter. “It doesn’t make sense. By now the Guardians of Light should have already fought with the Golden Sons. Why is it like this?”

They used their special long-range “peeping” spell to look at the current situation of the succubi.

Although they had been captured by the Golden Sons, they weren’t at all depressed.

It didn’t even manage to stir up conflict between the Golden Sons and the Guardians of Light.

Moreover, the amount of information passed back by the succubi was decreasing.

Though there were a few succubi that mentioned the marriage contract, this was inexplicable and couldn’t be understood.

“Why don’t I go check it out,” said Sidi, feeling a little humiliated. She thought she’d go see what was going on. As a result, the other two Demon Gods both stopped her.

“No, you’re rather cranky. If you go and the Golden Sons find out, those guys might taunt

you.”

Sidi shouted irritably, “So what? Am I afraid of those little guys?”.

Paimon took a deep breath. “Indeed, you are not afraid of the Golden Sons, but if you dare to make a move, the three goddesses may descend. I just trapped a Mage of the Golden Sons, and the Nether God descended with a clone and slashed me.”

The other two looked at the scar on Paimon’s chest, their expressions slightly tense.

Demon Gods were Demigod-level and above, and with the help of divine power, their recovery ability was extremely strong. Even if their heads were cut off, they’d be fine; as long as the soul was there, the physical body could be reborn.

Not to mention small wounds, even deep wounds a few centimeters deep would heal in just a few minutes and wouldn’t leave a single

scar.

But there on Paimon’s chest was a long gash that hadn’t gone away even till now.

Looking at Paimon’s wounds, neither Sidi nor Judas had any thoughts of taking on the Golden Sons themselves.

They weren’t a match for the lawful gods yet, so it was reasonable to try to keep a low profile. But there were many things that you couldn’t afford to keep a low profile about. The Golden Sons were now coming this way, and with great haste.

If they were not stopped and allowed to kill their way through the city, Paimon’s strength would be greatly reduced once he lost a large number of believers.

“What now?” said Paimon, feeling a headache. “My people, surely, are no match for those Golden Sons.” Although the city had a population of a million, it was nothing against outrageously strong professionals like the Golden Sons.

And they, as the strongest combatants, could not go down and fight in person.

They felt suffocated.

In the army of players, Roland teleported to Fareins while they were stationed at rest and then teleported to the place where the floating city was being made. After first collecting some magic bricks while planting a new “magic solar systems and enlarging the cavity some more, Roland was just out of the entrance when he saw the butler standing in front of him and delivering Stephanie’s orders.

She wanted to invite Roland to meet her at the manor in the capital.

Stephanie looked rather unsightly when she saw Roland.

Not the kind of unsightly look when one saw someone they hated, but simply an unsightly look, the most superficial kind.

Her hair had lost its luster, and her skin was beginning to look rough and dry.

This made her attractiveness decrease greatly.

But she was still pretty, just not as pretty as before.

“What’s happened to you?” Roland asked in surprise.

Sitting next to Stephanie was another noblewoman.

This noblewoman was plump and very white.

Stephanie did not introduce her but directly said, “In the past few days, when I slept, I felt that someone was at the head of my bed, talking to me all the time. At first, I thought it was an illusion and called Lady Bluebird to accompany me, but it still didn’t work. That disgusting voice was still at the head of my bed.”

Roland looked to the noblewoman next to him. “Did Lady Bluebird not hear anything?”

The noblewoman who had been curiously surveying Roland shook her head. “I didn’t hear anything, but rather, the quality of my sleep seems to be better.” Roland paused, said “Sorry,” walked directly to Stephanie, and pressed the palm of his right hand on her forehead.

Then Roland’s spirit rushed into Stephanie’s spiritual consciousness. The noblewoman next to her was somewhat surprised and covered her mouth with a white feather fan. She had seen enough to know that Roland had entered Stephanie’s spiritual world.

But this was very dangerous and such an action was quite private.

Under normal circumstances, even between husband and wife, something like this wouldn’t happen.

Are these two… really having an adulterous affair?

A few moments later, Roland retreated from Stephanie’s spiritual world.

His expression was serious. “Your soul has been infested. Where have you been recently?” Stephanie sighed helplessly. “So it’s true.”