In the Name of Empress-Chapter 533 - 332: Frozen

Retreat when necessary.

Seeing that Roland had no further instructions, Raikkonen immediately took his leave.

He would never ask Roland about their chances of victory or how to fend off Sofia’s desperate attack.

Don’t ask what shouldn’t be asked, don’t say what shouldn’t be said.

If one lacks even this basic professionalism, they might as well head back early and become paparazzi.

Watching Raikkonen depart, Roland turned to look at the Golden Ginkgo Tree and the Flower Sea.

Sif was in the Flower Sea, quietly waiting for Sofia.

Lisa was near the volcano’s crater, absorbing the lava’s energy, making final preparations.

Alina was positioned between them. She had moved the largest telescope to this location, transforming it into a temporary observatory. By day she caught up on sleep, by night she watched the stars, always with a smile on her lips.

Her calm demeanor was less like someone preparing for the ultimate showdown and more like someone telling a child stories about constellations.

Everyone appeared composed, yet Roland could feel the suffocating atmosphere.

Everyone might say toughly that they were indifferent to life and death, transcending life and death, but when truly faced with life and death, the strong will to survive would overwhelm everything.

He again cast his gaze toward Val City at the mountain’s base.

The faintly visible city outlines, the misty Holy Spring, and the Floating Command Center always hovering above the battlefield.

This was also Roland’s confidence in letting Christine face Sofia.

No matter how powerful Sofia was, could she possibly fly hundreds of meters into the air to cut down Christine?

As long as Christine wasn’t foolish enough to come down, she’d be safe.

The final battleground could only be White Mountain.

This was the pinnacle of Rodinia, the snow-covered mountain all year round, the blazing volcano, and the place where flowers were in full bloom.

Sofia, I’m waiting for you here. Don’t let me down.

...

Outside the Vladimir Empire camp, a blue-haired woman stood on a peak, letting the fierce wind brush across her face as she slowly lifted her gaze towards White Mountain, dozens of miles away.

Her lips moved as if speaking, though it seemed she said nothing.

If someone’s gaze happened upon her, they’d surely be surprised.

Snowflakes danced in the air, but from a meter away, they drifted off, not a single flake settling on her shoulders.

This streak of azure had become a unique scene amidst the snow.

She withdrew her gaze from White Mountain and looked towards the Allied camp.

Though she couldn’t clearly see anyone’s face, she could sense the disorder in this army.

It wouldn’t be a surprise if it wasn’t chaotic, as she had never appointed an Allied Commander-in-Chief, instead allowing each nation to fight according to predetermined targets.

Her maneuvers nearly drove the two famous generals of the Allied forces into a rage-induced stroke.

No one knew what she was thinking, and some even doubted victory was possible.

What’s there to doubt? The war was lost long ago, and the current offense is the last gasp of a spent force.

Sofia silently mused that the Allied forces only maintained their offensive because they pinned their hopes on her heroically turning the tide.

Since everyone was so expectant, she would proceed.

Sofia vanished into the boundless snow with a flicker of her figure.

...

Standing at the camp gate, Angelina looked at Val City in the distance with a worried expression, letting out a soft sigh.

The war had reached a point where she could no longer understand it.

Since the war began, Her Majesty Sofia hadn’t issued a single order. She had gone to consult Sofia more than once, but there had been no response.

Was Her Majesty truly giving up on this war?

Unlike the blindly optimistic lower-ranked soldiers, Angelina was well aware that this was truly the last chance—and a slim one at that.

If they couldn’t achieve an epic victory in the Battle of Val City, the Allied offensive would gradually weaken and then be crushed under the industrial and resource might of the Freedom Alliance.

Angelina bit her lip, ready to return to the main camp.

She had decided, even at the cost of abandoning battlefield control, she would request the renowned general Carl from Prudon to assume command and organize the attack.

As for Mattson, sorry, but the army can only have one leader; he would either become the deputy or leave the stage.

Having made up her mind, Angelina no longer hesitated and walked resolutely toward the main camp.

Just a few steps on, she suddenly halted, slowly turning with disbelief.

A familiar figure appeared before her. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Your, Your Majesty!"

Angelina choked up, unable to hide her grievance, "Your Majesty, I thought you didn’t want me anymore."

"You’ve done very well, leave the rest to me."

Sofia’s lips curled into a cold smile as she softly said, "I will personally lead the Allied forces to slay the enemy."

Angelina’s slender form trembled slightly, barely daring to believe her ears.

"Go, bring them here; I need to assign tasks," Sofia said in a gentle voice.

Tears of excitement streamed down Angelina’s face, as she was very sure Sofia had returned. Her once weary face seemed to be soaked in warm water, suddenly relaxed.

Angelina sprinted towards the main camp, even slipping awkwardly on the snow.

Watching her fragile yet resolute back, Sofia rarely showed a smile of approval.

Though Angelina was still somewhat immature and her overall abilities were not as strong as Roland’s, she had been methodically reconciling internal and external conflicts, holding the Allied forces together without a commander, ensuring the war was fought outside their borders.

She’s done very well.

Perhaps she may not be as good as Roland, but she’s sufficient.

If Sif, Roland, Alina, Lisa, Christine, and others all perished, who could say the scales of war wouldn’t tip?

A glint of icy determination shone in Sofia’s eyes. Her right hand gripped a completely transparent azure sword, filled with fighting spirit.