Chapter 442 Demigod

"Roberta?"

Roland narrowed his eyes, a look of confusion on his face. "I've never heard that name."

His daughter-in-law, Yvonne, raised an eyebrow slightly. "I know her. That maid left by the bastard's parents has been causing quite a stir on the Antolia continent lately. She dabbles in multiple professions, with combat power rivaling high-ranking legends. But I've also heard recently that this woman relies on something called the 'Heart of the War Angel,' akin to the 'Philosopher's Stone,' to gain endless recovery and formidable strength. So, Witt, do you think this woman is enough to help that bastard stand against us Benedicts—"

"Demigod!"

Witt interrupted the white-haired old woman's sarcastic words, his tone meaningful. "I have confirmed it, Lord Roland. 'Blood-Eyed Angel' Roberta Yvonne has indeed become a true demigod. She is about to arrive here, to fight you on this ground!"

"Are you joking with me, Chairman Witt?"

Yvonne Benedict's body trembled slightly, her face paling and her eyes bulging.

She found Witt's words incredible, filled with absurdity.

Roland Benedict's eyes narrowed, revealing a sharp glint.

"Whether I'm joking, Lord Roland should know best. You must have sensed it, haven't you, Lord Roland?"

Witt smiled with his faceless face. "So the Magic Tower Committee is prepared to open a demiplane nearby for the two of you to fight. Or perhaps you could move to the Dark World."

"No need for a demiplane; the Dark World is more economical."

Roland shook his head slightly. "But I also ask the Magic Tower Committee to reassess based on the outcome of my battle with that demigod. I don't want to be an enemy of the Atlanta Magic Tower Committee, but I don't want you to become an obstacle to the Benedicts either."

"As you wish. I will convey your will to the members of the Magic Tower Committee. I also wish you victory in this war—"

After saying this, the 'leaf man' named Witt turned into countless leaves, drifting and falling down.

At this moment, Yvonne Benedict looked at Roland with some confusion and worry. "Father?"

"What he said is true. I have already sensed that woman's presence. Her hostility is sharp as a sword and cold as frost, locking onto me from thousands of miles away."

Roland Benedict said as he scattered some strange seeds. "So take them and leave first, Yvonne. I need to prepare for battle."

Strangely, those seeds did not fall to the ground; they seemed to drift into other spaces during their descent.

Yvonne said nothing. After bowing to Roland, she hurried away with the many Benedict family members.

Less than three minutes later, a young woman in a black maid outfit suddenly appeared five kilometers behind Roland Benedict. The latter raised an eyebrow and turned to look. "Roberta Yvonne, is it? Andrei Lee Wiltonshire is your master?"

—This was indeed a demigod. Although her magic power was flamboyant, unable to be fully restrained, the essence of her power, divinity, and divine fire were almost equal to his!

Roberta did not speak. She calmly summoned the recoilless rifle 'Holy Star' to her side, while two holy-grade pistols appeared in her hands, aiming at her opponent.

"Attacks of this level are useless against me, madam—"

Before Roland finished speaking, Roberta opened fire. 'Holy Star' spat out a shell, and her pistols fired ten bullets in an instant.

But before that, Roland's figure had already vanished from this world.

"Follow me, Lady Yvonne. This world of light cannot serve as our battlefield. I will await you in the Dark World!"

Roberta Yvonne did not hesitate. She forcibly tore open the space barrier and stepped into the Dark World on the other side. There she saw Roland Benedict, who had transformed into a hundred-zhang-tall giant. Within a hundred miles, countless magical puppets woven from vines rose into the air.

Roberta's gaze was calm, without a trace of fear.

The next moment, a storm giant appeared behind her. Countless wind blades slashed out from its body, which resembled a massive tornado, mercilessly cutting all approaching vines and vine puppets into pieces!

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"Still inexperienced in the end, falling for the trap!"

As the fierce battle between Roberta Yvonne and Roland Benedict began, countless gazes within Atlanta City were peering, observing this great war.

Among them were the three people confronting each other at the top of the Wiltonshire Tower: Conshuri Wiltonshire, Philip Wiltonshire—that is, Philip I—and Alexandra Howard.

The latter was still dressed the same: a white suit, tea-colored sunglasses, a pink shirt, and neatly combed black hair, looking like a playboy. He had only changed to a Swiss 'Mountain' brand watch and a 'Royal Delaro' jewelry brooch.

"Compared to the world of light, the Dark World's environment is more suitable for tree growth. The special conditions there allow plants to photosynthesize without sunlight, making it an excellent battlefield for our Benedicts. That cunning fellow even planted so many magic seeds in advance."

But Conshuri and Philip I present had no intention of replying. The two were staring at each other, their eyes indifferent, as calm as dead water.

Alexandra Howard was completely unbothered by their silence. "It was unnecessary! She could have refused to go to the Dark World, after all, it wasn't her master who initiated the attack."

"I'm most curious about two things. First, how did this Lady Yvonne manage to escape the Devourer of All Souls and become a true demigod?"

"Second, are you sure you have a chance of winning, Conshuri? To pull your ancestor down from the divine throne today?"

Philip I remained calm, while Conshuri let out a light laugh under Alexandra's gaze.

"Who knows? But if this battle cannot be avoided, I will try my best. Of course, my target also includes you, Mr. Howard."

Alexandra Howard's expression stiffened slightly, then he also laughed.

"Young man, you've always been confident. So let me guess your trump card. Is it the 'Twin Stars' you've carefully cultivated over the years? My intelligence chief tells me that if those two fight together, they also possess strength comparable to a demigod. Prepared for me, right?"

"My trump card? You'll learn it once the war begins."

Conshuri clasped his hands behind his back, his tone meaningful. "I do have full confidence. I will burn away all the decay of this family, leaving a clean legacy for Andrei. The Wiltonshire family will be reborn in this flame—this is what you, Philip I, also hope for, isn't it?"

"Wow, I can feel your fighting spirit, Conshuri. Then—"

But before Alexandra could finish, Philip I interjected calmly, "Wait a little longer, Alex."

"Wait?"

Alexandra Howard frowned, then let out a sarcastic snort.

"Still hesitant, worried about losses, aren't you? Too indecisive, Philip."

However, he said nothing more and instead looked back at the Dark World, toward the blood-eyed maid fighting Roland Benedict.

"Let's wait and see how this newly promoted demigod friend wins this demigod duel—"