Chương 370: 5 Black, 1 White - A Famous Scene Reenacted.

The earthly world.

Winter has arrived, and the Roland Group is enveloped in a festive atmosphere.

On this day last year, Roland issued the group's currency, leading the group through a difficult period without laying off a single loyal employee.

Therefore, people designated this day as a celebration day and spontaneously began to celebrate it.

Roland didn't spoil the fun. With a wave of her hand, she declared today a company holiday and sent people to organize a large-scale celebration.

He even specially invited the Succubus Show Troupe from Pink Harbor to perform a song and dance show in the center of the square.

Of course, it's a serious performance that even children can enjoy.

A dinner party was held inside the church.

Roland, Nightingale, Lady Tree, Jenny, little Renee, little Alice, and the two cat sisters, Coco and MaiMai.

Even the great succubi from Pink Harbor, such as Ivy Rose, were invited over.

Roland's friends from the other world gathered together and drank themselves into a stupor at the church's second-floor restaurant.

During this time, Roland was frequently taken advantage of by beautiful female perverts.

Faced with the onslaught of the female wolves, Roland retaliated with several claw strikes, leaving her hands covered in the sweet, milky scent.

The party went on until midnight before finally breaking up.

Roland gave the maids who were working overtime large bonuses for their hard work, then left the second-floor restaurant and staggered back to her bedroom.

After washing away the grease and stains, she put on her nightgown and lay comfortably on the bed.

During this period, nothing major happened in the capital. Everyone's attention was drawn to the dark underground fissure and went to Steel Core City, which was 200 kilometers away.

During this time, Roland also worried about Tiger Head, who had been exiled underground.

He worried that the tiger's head spirit would haunt him and seek revenge.

But so much time has passed and there's still no movement, so it seems the tiger's head can't cause any more trouble.

Roland mumbled something, and her eyelids slowly closed, urged on by drunkenness and sleepiness.

Just a quarter of an hour after Roland fell into a sweet dream, a peculiar spatial fluctuation appeared out of nowhere, slowly spreading and touching Roland's skin.

The moment Roland was detected, the spatial fluctuations suddenly intensified, and Roland seemed to be infected, her body beginning to transform into a semi-transparent state.

Roland slowly disappeared into the air.

……

In the dark depths, outside the city of Black Iron City, lies a secret altar.

Tiger Head Bizan and Young Master Baal stared solemnly at the altar's magic circle.

The materials placed on top shattered one by one, signaling the failure to lock onto Roland.

First came the fox blood pendant, then the golden fox fur, and newspapers and photo albums were also gradually corrupted by the magic, turning into a pool of melted black mud.

Young Master Bal's face was grim.

"Bishop Bizan, what's going on? The materials you've used aren't locking onto Roland at all!"

Bizan's face was even more ashen, as if he had eaten a large bowl of dog excrement, almost turning as black as a lump of coal.

"How should I know!"

"Those things should be working, considering there's only one purebred golden fox within a 500-mile radius of the imperial capital!"

"But……"

Young Master Baal was also extremely anxious and was about to continue asking questions when the altar's magic circle suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.

In his anger, Bizan threw in a bottle of Moo Moo Milk, which slowly floated up and became the last key item to lock onto Roland.

Young Master Baal and Bizan were both dumbfounded, their mouths agape.

Baal could no longer maintain his composure as a demon noble and burst out with a curse from the Black Iron City.

"Holy crap, how can a bottle of milk lock onto Roland? Is she a cow-tribe beastman?"

"Bizan, didn't you say she was a member of the Golden Fox royal family?!"

"She is of course a member of the Golden Fox royal family. Three hundred imperial nobles and I have all witnessed her Golden Fox bloodline."

Bizan stared intently at the floating milk bottle, too preoccupied to explain to the demon prince, his attention completely focused on the center of the altar's magic circle.

It seemed to be the blessing of the god of fire; the phase shift magic did not disappoint him.

As the magic in the air boiled like water, the altar's magic array began to operate at high speed.

A beautiful and alluring fox spirit finally appeared in the center of the altar, slowly transforming from semi-transparent to solid.

Roland was teleported to the dark underground by phase shift!

The plan was a success!

"Okay, okay, okay!"

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

Bizan burst into uncontrollable laughter, drawing the attention of the surrounding demons.

Young Master Baal frowned at the distraught Bizan, but Bizan ignored him, shoving aside the burly demon guard in front of him and striding toward the center of the altar.

Seeing this, young Master Bal had no choice but to follow.

In the center of the altar.

Wearing only a thin winter nightgown, Roland was caught off guard and crashed onto the altar with a dull thud as the back of her head hit the ground.

"Bang!"

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Roland gasped and struggled to open her sleepy eyes.

But they found that the sky was not the familiar, luxurious ceiling, but a dark, rocky sky.

Beneath her was not a soft, luxurious bed, but a hard, cold black tile floor.

Roland: "???"

Dude, where did you get this from?

Is this still within the empire?

Roland's mind went blank for a moment, but she quickly recovered.

wrong!

This is a lawless magical alternate world! I might have been kidnapped!

With adrenaline surging, Roland jerked off her drunkenness and drowsiness, reached out to support herself on the ground, and scrambled to her feet.

"Who dares to plot against this fox!"

Roland shouted, but was so shocked by the scene before her that her eyes widened.

A group of two-meter-tall, muscular demons with wings on their backs, horns on their foreheads, and dark skin surrounded him, their scarlet eyes glaring.

Five of the most muscular, devilishly strong men were warily surrounding him from behind.

Roland released her magic to roughly sense the situation and exclaimed in shock.

"You're high-ranking demons?!" Roland's pupils constricted sharply.

"High-ranking demons from the dark depths, how could you be here?!"

"wrong!"

Roland turned her head and looked around at the scenery.

She was now deep within a twisted and eerie forest of gray shadow trees, surrounded by a gray-white mist, with layers of rocky sky above.

This environment, so different from the surface world, coupled with such a group of high-level demons, can only mean one thing...

"I... I've been teleported to a dark underground place!?"

"How is this possible!"

Roland gasped, her heart filled with bewilderment.

Sensing the danger, she immediately assumed a defensive posture, warily glancing around at the burly, demonic men.

With a powerful flick of its snow-white tail, the fox quickly formed a protective circle in front of itself, ready to defend against any attack.

At that moment, a loud, arrogant laugh erupted from the crowd.

"Hahaha, Roland!"

"Roland!!!"

"You're finally in my hands!"

Upon hearing the sound, the burly demons stepped aside one by one, making way for a passage.

Tiger Head Bizan strode through the crowd and stood in front of Roland.

His eyes were bloodshot as he looked down at Roland with disdain, an uncontrollable sneer spreading across his face, radiating the satisfaction of a great vengeance about to be fulfilled.

Roland stood barefoot on the altar, the fox fur on her tail and ears standing on end, staring at Bizan in astonishment.

"You damn tiger head, what are you doing here?!"

"Surprised, aren't you, you sly fox?"

Bizan grinned, his gaze sweeping over Roland's delicate body without any attempt to conceal it, as if he wanted to tear Roland's clothes apart and defile her body with his eyes.

He said bitterly.

"You vixen, thanks to you, exile to the dark depths destroyed my pride, but it also honed my will and my strategies."

"I am no longer the person I used to be."

"Do you like the phase teleportation spell I prepared for you?"

Before Bizan could finish speaking, he reached out his large hand and grabbed Roland, making a final, stern declaration.

"Roland, bear the wrath of my vengeance!"

"This time, no one can save you!"