Chương 371: A Narrow Escape

Ruined.

This was the only thought left in Roland's mind.

Although she still didn't understand why she was in the dark underground.

But what's done is done, and now she faces the situation described by Bizan.

There's no one left to help her.

Her distress devices were completely incapable of penetrating the world barrier to call for help from the surface world.

Looking at the menacing Bizan and the surrounding group of burly demons, Roland was on the verge of tears.

There's no other way.

Should I warm myself up beforehand, so I don't end up wincing in pain from the Snow Warrior's skill later?

As Roland was lost in thought, Bizan's hand touched Roland's body.

Surprisingly, Bizzan's hand passed right through Roland's body, as if it had just brushed past a holographic projection and grasped only air.

"Eh?"

"Um?"

Both of them raised questions.

At this moment, the young demon Baal also arrived near the altar and offered a reminder.

"Bishop Bizan, the Phase Shift spell is quite special, and Miss Roland is currently still in the process of shifting."

"Only when her body has completely solidified and the magic array stops operating can the teleportation be considered truly successful."

"Before that, she was nothing but a phantom, untouchable. Please wait patiently."

"Tsk, what a hassle."

Bizan spat, withdrew his hand from capturing Roland, and arrogantly looked down at Roland with his arms crossed.

After hearing this explanation, Roland calmed down a little and turned to look at the demon prince she was meeting for the first time.

The demon youth named Baal had short, curly black hair, narrow, downturned eyebrows, a gloomy and downcast gaze, and skin that was almost deathly pale.

It looked exactly like a venomous snake, as if it might launch a sinister attack at any moment.

However, putting aside his sinister aura, young master Bal's features are quite handsome, and he is clearly no ordinary person.

Roland squinted.

"May I ask who you are, and why you have joined forces with Bizan to harm me?"

"Presumably, this phase-shifting technique is your creation?"

Young Master Bal chuckled softly, gently brushed aside his bangs, and gracefully performed a noble salute befitting an empire.

"Miss Roland, or rather, Bishop Roland."

"I am Bal Zeren of Black Iron City. My status is roughly equivalent to that of a prince in your empire."

"I invited you here not to harm you," Baal said earnestly, staring at Roland's beautiful face.

"I simply need Miss Roland to do me a favor."

"help?"

Roland looked at the demonic youth in front of her with surprise, her mind immediately starting to work.

This young master Baal doesn't seem to be on Bizan's side. Could things be taking a turn for the better?

Bizan immediately sensed Roland's thoughts and chuckled.

"You cunning fox, just put away your tricks. Bal Zelen is going to use the Golden Fox Dual Cultivation Method to repair his damaged foundation."

Do you think you can escape this?

Bizan grinned and made an obscene gesture, his eyes filled with lewdness.

"Once Baal has used you up, I'll use you again."

"By then, you'll be begging me to give you a quick death, hahaha."

Roland was startled and took a slight step back, her tail darting between her legs to protect Dafu. She frowned as she looked at Young Master Bal.

Young Master Baal did not refute Bizan's words, but instead scrutinized Roland's entire body with intense eyes.

His eyes lit up slightly, a special secret technique passed down through the demon family covering them, as he stared intently at Roland's tightly clenched white fox tail.

In an instant, a tremendous sense of surprise filled his mind.

"Very well, Miss Roland is indeed a member of the Golden Fox royal family."

"Not only is he a member of the Golden Fox royal family, but he also possesses a unique talent for transformation. No wonder Bishop Bizan almost couldn't lock onto you even with so much material."

He started circling around Roland, pinching his chin and lowering his voice.

"Miss Roland, you definitely have more secrets."

"My intuition has never been stronger. I have a premonition that obtaining you will not only restore my foundation, but also benefit our Zelen family..."

At this point, Zelen suddenly paused and gave a gentle smile.

"Miss Roland, since things have come to this, why not become my concubine, Baal's concubine?"

"My Zelen family holds a high position of power in Black Iron City, and in the future, we will be able to rival the Church. We will have more than enough protection to protect you."

Roland looked at Young Master Bal with disdain.

"Do you have some kind of weird fetish? You just said you wanted to take turns humiliating me with Bizan, and the next day you proposed to me."

"What's the big deal?" Young Master Baal smiled coldly.

"Your talent must not be wasted."

"Even if you become my wife, I will still allow you to cultivate with your clansmen. You can improve 24 people a day, and tens of thousands a year."

"The rise of my Zelen family will be just around the corner."

Roland was truly terrified and burst into tears. Her calves were trembling, and she looked at Young Master Baal with the eyes of someone who looked at a pervert.

Bizan stood aside, watching the young demon circle around Roland, and said somewhat impatiently.

"Baal, how long will it take for the phase shift to complete? Can we speed it up?"

"That vixen Roland is very cunning; it's best to catch her as soon as possible."

Young Master Bal straightened up and chuckled.

"That's good..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tremor emanated from the altar, and the light of the magic array slowly dissipated.

The process of materializing Roland accelerated dramatically.

Seeing this, the surrounding demons pulled out various magical items and formed a tight net around Roland, completely eliminating any possibility of her escape.

Roland felt the ground gradually coming from her toes, and gritted her teeth.

Thinking about the tragic reality she might face in the future, she could only try her best to mentally prepare herself and pray that she could hold on until friendly forces came to her rescue.

The underground world is home to Kaliel, the Society of Night Scholars, and the goddess Vina.

I'm sure I'll be saved if they launch an attack.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The magic around Roland began to collide violently in the air, emitting a piercing noise, indicating that the teleportation was about to end.

Young Master Bal and Bizan were delighted.

The two were so engrossed in the joy of the successful teleportation that they didn't notice that one of Roland's earrings was also starting to shimmer with the collision of magic.

This earring is actually a teleportation device.

When Roland faced the arbitration conference, Lywind, the head maid of the Iron Church, gave her this short-range teleportation earring.

The original intention was for Roland to use this opportunity to escape the empire.

Later, due to Roland's accidental knocking, the magic inside the earring was completely disrupted, turning it into a decorative item that could only be looked at but not used.

Not wanting to disappoint Elizabeth and Lywind, Roland wore it as an ornament on her left ear.

At this moment, she was in the phase transfer array, and the spatial fluctuations around her were extremely strong, which naturally triggered the spatial power stored in her earring.

The two already chaotic spatial forces collided, and the conflict reached its peak at this moment.

"Sizzle—" A piercing whistling sound erupted.

To everyone's astonishment, Roland flashed rapidly and then vanished instantly into the spatial vortex.

The altar was empty, with two tufts of white fox fur drifting down from the sky, seemingly mocking the crowd.

Before Bizan could react, he asked the question instinctively.

Where are they?

After a while, he came to his senses and grabbed Young Master Bal in a fit of rage.

Where are they?!

"Where are the Rolanders?!"

"I... I don't know."

Baal was completely baffled.

He didn't even bother to reprimand Bizan for his rudeness; his eyes were unfocused as he stared at the center of the altar.

Right, where are the Rolanders?