Chương 368: The Great Rift

The sheep's words silenced Kalil.

By this time, Kalil had already removed her disguise from the surface world, her long, green, wavy hair cascading down to her waist, and her glass-like eyes wide with disbelief.

"Baa baa, what did you just say?!"

Before the sheep could react, it repeated itself, though it was not entirely true.

"Reporting, sir, I said I miss Miss Roland."

"How dare you!" Kalil roared, pulling out her plush cat paw hammer and yelling, "You mere sheep, how dare you covet your sister-in-law!"

With that, he smashed a hammer into the weak succubus's head.

Actually, Kaliel's hammer doesn't hurt much when it hits people, but the sheep still pouted and tears immediately fell.

"Waaaaah!"

"I'm sorry, I really want to go home, sob sob!"

Seeing this, the loli succubus Salia (Note: Pink Harbor manager) quickly pulled Caryl apart to break up the fight.

"Hey, hey, don't get excited, Prisoner."

"Sheep's magical cultivation is not high. She ran with you in the dark underground for a year, living in constant fear and anxiety."

"Please be understanding of her."

Upon hearing this, Kaliel sighed, found a large rock to sit on, and with a wave of her hand, a mage's hand grabbed the goddess's relic staff placed in the center of the altar.

She pulled the staff back to her side, grasped it in her palm, and lingered on it for a moment.

"Sigh... Oh well."

"We've tried so hard but failed. Let's reconsider the matter of resurrecting the goddess. We'll return to Earth in a couple of days."

"Really, jailer?!"

The sheep perked up again, its eyes sparkling as it looked at Kalil.

Kalil glared at the timid succubus with annoyance, then fell silent and looked up at the sky made of rocks.

She fell into deep thought.

During this time, through the channels of the Night Scholars Association, she learned that Roland had experienced quite a few crises.

She could easily lose her purity and turn into a sow nun who only squeals.

She could only ask the Night Scholars to help Roland, unable to face the situation with Roland herself...

Ugh, I'm so incompetent.

Kalil pursed her lips and took out a communication crystal from her spatial ring.

Although magical communication devices cannot penetrate the world barrier to contact the surface, communication within the underground world is still possible.

She prepared to contact the Dark Scholars to obtain the location of the nearest surface portal and return to the surface.

Just then, the ground suddenly shook, and a massive wave of magical energy swept across.

The subsequent explosion was not very loud, but the three of them jumped up from the rocks in fright.

"What's going on? Why is there such an exaggerated wave of magic?"

The little sheep fearfully hid behind the trunk of the nearest tree, peeking out its little head and cautiously looking around.

Kalil looked south with a solemn expression.

The source of the magical surge seems to be the headquarters of the Night Scholars.

At that moment, the communication crystal in his hand emitted a bright light.

Caryl was surprised that the Night Scholar would contact her, and immediately thought of the explosion and the surge of magic, a bad feeling welled up in her heart.

She immediately infused her magic and reconnected the communication crystal.

"Hey, Shutis, what was that magical wave just now?"

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

There was no immediate response from the other end of the communication crystal. Instead, there was a series of interfering noises before a soft female voice finally appeared.

"Your Highness, the Scholars' Guild base has been attacked, the faith technology data has been seized, and the Goddess is seriously injured."

"We have evacuated and detonated the Rift Magic Reactor. You must cover your tracks as much as possible... We will be unable to provide support from now on... Zzzzz..."

"Huh? When did your goddess come back to life?"

Kalil yelled at the communication crystal.

"Wait... what do you mean you detonated the magic reactor? And with the goddess around, your hometown was raided?!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Hey, answer me!"

"Hello!"

No matter how Kalil called out, after sending two messages, the communication crystal only emitted a noisy buzzing sound.

Sheep Meimei and Salia gathered around Kalil, looking at her with concern.

"Dad, has something happened to the academics?"

The sheep used a question, but its tone was as if it were stating a fact.

Kalil's expression changed several times, finally settling on a bitter look as she looked at her two capable subordinates and sighed.

"Salia, baa baa."

"We can't go back for now."

"The scholars have messed up. Those bookish elves have helped us a lot, so we need to find a way to help them out."

……

The main world above ground.

The Roland Group's church, third-floor offices.

Roland read the intelligence document in her hand word by word, her eyebrows sometimes furrowing and sometimes relaxing.

More than half a month has passed since the explosion.

News finally came from the south.

In the wilderness of Steel Core City, 200 kilometers south of the capital, a massive explosion suddenly occurred, creating a ground fissure that stretched for 1, 500 meters.

Scholars call it the "steel core crack".

According to scholars, the actual location of the explosion was in a dark underground area.

Its power was so great that it blasted through space itself.

By a twist of fate, this "steel-core rift" formed a gigantic teleportation channel, a rarity in the world, directly connecting the main world and the dark underground.

This large rift is completely different from the other smaller portals.

If the old teleportation portals were like small elevators that allowed one person to go up and down at a time.

So this "steel core crack" is equivalent to building a highway between the surface and underground.

Both goods and people can enter and exit in large quantities, which is nothing short of a miracle.

Roland put down the intelligence file in her hand and murmured.

"My goodness, the only highway in the world that connects to the dark underground..."

As Roland spoke, four words came to mind.

The center of the world.

The Empire is like a cow sitting in the wind—it's incredibly powerful.

Composing herself, Roland looked up at the other side of the table.

Thranduil was sitting on the sofa opposite Roland, looking at her with a smile.

Roland asked.

"Your Highness Thranan, are you planning to expand the Church's influence in the Great Rift?"

"Yes, Miss Roland guessed it right away."

Thranduil's smile grew even brighter.

She has been in a state of elation for the past few days.

She even had the illusion that she was blessed by Lady Luck.

She originally thought the empire was nothing more than a remote and impoverished place, a training ground for honing governing skills.

As a result, they first obtained the Loran breeding technology, which solidified their position among the elves and the church, and then encountered the great rift connecting the underground world.

"Oh, Miss Roland is truly my lucky star."

Thranduil sighed, his eyes sparkling as he gazed at Roland, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Roland's chest.

"Since I met you, my career has been going smoothly and my life has become more and more colorful."

"Haha, Your Highness flatters me. You're just lucky."

Roland chuckled and asked tentatively.

"So, Your Highness, what are your plans? Do you intend for me to accompany you to the Great Rift?"

"No." Thranduil shook his head.

"Once the Great Rift appears, the extraordinary beings from the Central Continent will gather nearby, making the environment complex and dangerous. You'll attract the covetous eyes of the powerful far too easily."

Roland frowned.

Thranduil seemed to have anticipated Roland's concerns and offered words of comfort.

"Roland, don't worry, our White Elf support has arrived in the capital. They are not only skilled at operating seed bases, but can also serve as your strong backing."

"You are now a member of our White Elf race."

The little white elf paused, then stood up under the surprised gaze of the moon maid, took the initiative to sit next to Roland, and reached out to hold Roland's soft hand.

"Roland, no one in the capital can threaten you or your group anymore."

"As for that stupid tiger from the Church of Vulcan, he has been exiled to the Dark Underworld. With his power and intelligence, I guarantee he will never be able to cause you any trouble in his lifetime."

Roland and the little white elf with its big, watery eyes blinked at each other.

Looking at the adorable Thranduil, Roland gave a slight smile.

really?

Why does saying this suddenly sound a bit unreliable?