Chương 369: Bring Roland... here!

.. here!

Deep underground, in the shadows, lies a colossal city called Black Iron City.

Black Iron City is known throughout the underground world for its trade and forging, while its upper levels are mainly controlled by grey dwarves and demons.

The grey dwarves control commerce and forging, and possess advanced magical technology, making them the de facto controllers of the city's lifeline.

Demons are the second largest force in the city, serving as the cornerstone of the city's military power, maintaining order within the city, and strengthening the city's outer defenses.

Iron City is operating as usual today, with the central super furnace roaring and providing energy to workshops throughout the city.

The difference was that a small group of well-equipped demons sneaked out of the city and disappeared into the gloomy and twisted wilderness.

The demon squad moved with great speed and soon arrived at a hidden altar.

"Alright, everyone take off your hoods. There's no one else here."

A shrill voice rang out, and the leading demon was the first to pull down his hood, revealing a pale and gloomy young master's face.

Beside him, a burly man over two meters tall also lifted his hood, revealing a furry and ferocious tiger head with bared fangs, sending chills down one's spine.

If Roland were here, she would be surprised to discover that this tiger head is none other than Bishop Bizan, the tiger head who was driven out of the capital and exiled to the dark depths.

By this time, Bizan had already spent half a year in exile.

He had a new scar over his left eye, and his hair was covered in dust.

Although he looked somewhat disheveled, his eyes were much sharper than before, and his demeanor was much more reserved, clearly indicating that he had been taught a lesson by the dark underworld.

After all, the dark underground is not under the jurisdiction of the gods, and no one will give face to the Church of Vulcan.

However, his obsession with revenge against Roland fueled Bizan's fighting spirit, and with the secret support of his father, the Chief of Staff, he successfully established himself in the dark underground.

Especially after the appearance of the large fissure, the church increased its investment in underground facilities.

He also benefited from the misfortune and regained his position as bishop.

Today, he finally got the chance to take revenge on Roland.

This opportunity comes from the demon family of Black Iron City!

Bizan glanced at the demonic young master beside him and said in a deep voice.

"Zeren Barr, make sure no one discovers that you used the phase shift magic to capture Roland."

"That vixen is a big shot in the Church of Light now. If she gets discovered, there will inevitably be some trouble."

Upon hearing this, the demonic young master named Zelen Barr revealed a cold smile on his gloomy face.

"Bishop Bizan, the gods on earth have no jurisdiction over what lies beneath the earth, nor do they dare to."

"Instead of worrying about our stealth technology, let's talk about that Golden Fox royal family member named Roland Kane."

Young Master Baal waved his hand, ordering his men to set up the altar. He then turned and faced the tiger head, giving a thumbs-up.

"Our lord has not yet been fully resurrected. This altar for the phase shifting spell has only one chance left to be used."

"If that Roland Kane cannot meet my requirements..."

"Roland will absolutely meet your requirements." Bizan grinned, revealing a menacing fang: "Her dual cultivation talent is enough to repair your damaged foundation and even allow you to reach a higher level."

"There's one more thing..."

Bizan paused, his aura suddenly surging, even faintly touching a certain threshold.

"Young Master Bal, we are equal partners."

"If I hadn't provided a large amount of sublimation crystals as a source of divine power, your phase shifting divine magic altar would be nothing but a pile of scrap metal."

Young Master Bal snorted softly, not to be outdone.

"Bishop Bizan, you don't need to make such a big fuss."

"I can tell that you and that Roland Kane have a personal grudge."

"Alright, after I use the Roland Repair talent, I can give her to you—provided that your Church of Vulcan helps me to completely resurrect my Lord."

Bizan resisted the urge to smile.

Although young Master Bal is astute, his intelligence is far behind ours.

Now faith technology is spreading everywhere, and all the remnants of the church are trying to resurrect God.

But the power of faith is indispensable for resurrecting the gods.

This power of faith, when solidified into a physical object, is the sublimated crystal of the Church of Vulcan.

The foxy Roland is a prodigy at collecting faith, and her value far surpasses that of a crippled, newly resurrected deity.

After all, without the power of faith, a god is not much different from a fish on a chopping board.

In the end, these demons still had to come to the Church of Vulcan for help.

Bizan was pleased with himself, but he didn't show it on his face as he used to.

Having been tricked and defeated by Roland so many times, he has learned to be patient and to pretend.

"Young Master Baal," Bizan emphasized, "one shouldn't be too greedy. However, resurrecting the Demon King is something we discussed long ago, and I will naturally do my best to do it."

Young Master Bal frowned slightly.

He had a feeling that something was off; Bizan seemed to have agreed too readily.

Just as he was deep in thought, the subordinate who had set up the altar returned to the two of them and struck his left chest with his hand.

"Young Master, the Phase Shift Divine Spell is ready. The Ascension Crystal provided by Bishop Bizan has successfully charged the altar."

"Please, Your Excellency the Bishop, provide the materials needed to locate Roland Kane."

Bizan didn't understand the principles of the Phase Shift spell, which was a special spatial technology of the Demon King, so he could only cast a questioning look at Baal.

Young Master Bal didn't try to hide anything and explained frankly.

"The phase transfer array will lock onto a 500-kilometer radius around the imperial capital and directly teleport the person with the highest relevance based on the provided materials."

"Therefore, Bishop Bizan, you need to provide as much material as possible related to Roland."

Bizan frowned.

He hadn't expected it to be based on this principle, and a bad feeling crept into his heart.

What happens if the correlation is insufficient?

"Then it won't be Roland Kane who's teleported over."

"What?!"

"Don't be surprised, Bishop Bizan. Powerful magic always has its limitations, doesn't it?"

Young Master Baal shrugged and looked at Bizan.

"So, do you have any material that refers to or is simply related to Laura?"

"certainly."

Bizan snorted irritably, strode toward the Phase Teleportation Altar, and began rummaging through his spatial ring, tossing two items into the altar.

First, there's a fox blood pendant, from the same batch of products that caused Roland to trigger her ancestral regression.

Next was a tuft of fox fur sealed in the crystal, an unexpected find when Bizan led his men to capture Roland before the Arbitration Conference.

At that moment, young Master Bal called out from a distance.

"Bishop Bizan, anything that points to Roland will do, such as potions she made, picture books, or even newspapers."

"I see!"

Bizan gritted his teeth and managed to rummage through a few more items.

The capital's daily newspaper even included a corporate currency featuring a chibi-style portrait of Roland, and even a limited-edition copy of "The Cat Saintess Photobook."

Young Master Baal frowned, looking at the sparse materials on the altar, still feeling somewhat uneasy.

"Your Excellency, symbolic items would also be acceptable. Does Roland possess any distinctive characteristics?"

Features?

Bizan began to carefully recall the scene of his confrontation with Roland. A surge of anger instantly filled his mind, and he unconsciously clenched his teeth, making a "crunching" sound.

That bitch Roland is cunning, treacherous, lewd, and despicable. She's good for nothing except for her big breasts and perky ass!

Oh right, isn't there a characteristic here?

That vixen, Roland, has such a big chest, she might even be lactating before she's married!

Bizan maliciously slandered Roland, and in a fit of anger, he threw a bottle of Moo Moo Cow milk into the altar as a symbolic object.

Even the young demon Baal, standing in the distance, was dumbfounded.

Not a buddy?

I told you to throw a symbolic item, why did you throw a bottle of milk?