Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Artosh roared violently, but in this world of golden swords, the power he was proud of was useless.

The giant who boasts of being the strongest and standing tall can only serve as a good target.

Then, a sharp blade had pierced his body.

In the past, Roland's full-power attack had to be combined with the Anti-Messiah trait to leave scars on Artesh, but now every golden sword forged with the spirit of words can easily pierce Artesh.

The strongest golden sword is engraved with it, it can cut off and seal the strongest nemesis.

Artho has lost the constant correction power from the rules. Even if someone surpasses his current power, Artho cannot use it as a step in an instant, and the theory of invincibility has become a fantasy.

The next thing that quickly shrank was his height. The giant who was a hundred meters tall turned into a strong man only two people tall. His posture that seemed to cover everything and stand shoulder to shoulder with the world has become a thing of the past.

Standing on the spot, Artesio was easily pierced by the sword rain that struck him, leaving holes in his strong muscles. Bright red blood gurgled out from inside, dyeing the golden ground red.

The light on his body slowly dimmed, and finally, it was all eliminated in the endless rain of swords.

But for Artho, what is more troublesome than the damage caused by the jumping sound of the sword is the silence of the soul in his body.

The horror of the golden sword lies in the seal of the godhead. Even if the power in Artexu's body has not been reduced by half, the essence of the gods is the concept of living. Although they themselves are immortal, the divine marrow as a material carrier will Be affected by the strength or weakness of the concept.

Because of the war provoked by the gods, Artosh, who was born later, became the strongest, and Tetu, the god of games, can only inhabit Rick, the only believer, which is a direct reflection of this rule.

If the self negates the concept, it will directly deactivate the marrow and fall asleep like the first god Zhongfanlou did.

Theoretically, as long as the divine marrow that is the source of power is sealed, the divine species will disappear directly.

"Has the strongest one been sealed by your sword?"

Artexu rolled his eyes slightly. He was obviously much weaker than before, but the fact before Roland was that the God of War was still standing there unscathed.

"However... in front of me, who is the strongest, this sure-kill move can still be perfectly effective when faced with for the second time. I am the strongest, but it is too easy to be surpassed, right?"

The strongest is not a simple dead thing, but a dynamic theorem.

When Artosh reaches its peak, it will only calmly and slowly increase Artosh's power.

But once there is the stimulation of new things, like super evolution, the upper limit of the enemy is used as a step to give it the power to transcend.

Regardless of time or cause and effect, this is the case.

Even a Saint will not be hit twice by the same move. If it is unexpected, then that's it. If the sword of wisdom that seals the divine marrow appears once, and the strongest still has no reaction to this move, then It is also a concept in vain.

"The marrow is the incarnation of the absolute concept, but it is not perfect. When it is silent, it is just a pure energy body. It can also increase and decrease when it is activated. Then, the act of separating the compound marrow is naturally allowed."

As if mocking his past self, Artosh sneered.

He slowly raised his hand, and with this movement, those hedgehog-like long swords also turned into pure light, seeping into his body and binding on the marrow, but there was still a part of the marrow, shining brightly. The same red light appeared in Roland's eyes.

That is - war.

The essence of Artosh's birth was the blood and hatred produced by the war, but after that, this light was long overshadowed by the strongest loneliness.

"Although such an operation is nonsense for ordinary gods, in the face of the strongest, as long as there is room for it to be established in this world, I can do it."

"Of course, I have lost my strongest strength and can no longer separate the third soul. In other words, if you can use the two-sword style like that brat calling for victory, I will become a target for anyone to slaughter, and then You will die here, but as it stands now, having the strongest seal will place a very heavy burden on you."

Artosh looked at the disintegrating golden world around him, as if feeling pity.

"So, I warned you, this is a bad move."

Such words made Roland unable to even refute.

Because that feeling of weakness, as if he had been drained of time, also appeared in him for a long time.

Too heavy.

Time, space, nature, these concepts are as light as a feather in front of the strongest.

To engrave the strongest concept on the sword of wisdom has occupied almost all of Roland's energy. Just maintaining the seal in front of him is very difficult. Even in the analysis just now, he obtained the mecha species of the heart. They are all overloaded a lot because of parsing.

Roland had no energy left to summon the second sword of wisdom, and he didn't even want to spare the energy to respond to Artexu's words.

Even after trying his best, it was very discouraging to find that the situation had not changed. The enemy was the God of War who was several times stronger than himself.

It seems that he should also shout a few times, 'Veles Rana, you are plotting against me! ’ Such words were more suitable for the occasion, but Roland had no such mood.

On the one hand, it was because after so much time of preparation, it would be too embarrassing for him not to even include this in his speculation.

On the other hand, it was because the joyful emotions were constantly pouring out from his heart like rain.

"Bad move? I don't think so. Isn't the enemy in front of me now significantly different from before?"

"difference?"

Artex was startled.

"That's right, there is a huge gap between the strongest god and Artosh, who is just a strong man."

If the enemy is simply powerful but not invincible, Roland's confidence will not diminish at all.

Even if he doesn't reach the sky in one step like the strongest, his combination of perpetual motion machine and apostle, full of possibilities, will allow him to continuously break through the limits and narrow the gap with his opponent bit by bit.

Even if Artosh would grow due to the concept of war, he would not be able to compare with him.

Having lost the strongest Artosh, he also lost his invincible amulet. Now he is just an obstacle in front of Roland. Although he is tall, there is still a possibility of being overcome.

After all, no matter what, can the gap between Artosh and him now be bigger than the gap between the God-Slayer and the God of Disobedience for the first time?

"I see. I should have understood a long time ago that this fear of death is exactly the side effect of having a challenger and feeling that my status as a strong person is shaken."

Artexu narrowed his eyes, and his black beard stood up with fighting spirit.

"Then, let me see how you can use your own strength to get out of the predicament in front of you!"

"You don't need to tell me, I will do it for you!"

Roland smiled slightly and opened the black door to another world in the universe with an irresistible tone.

"O you who bear sharp fangs! Kill him with one blow and trample him to pieces!"

Following the call of the spirit of speech, the ancient roulette wheel in his heart turned again and turned into a violent and terrifying {wild boar}.

If this mythical beast, which contains the concept of crushing and destruction, were hit by a god at close range, it would be fatal.

But what Roland needed was not his attack power, but that terrifying power.

With the shaking of the earth and the mountains, the mane on its body stood up, and a fanged monster with a ferocious and solid skin with green flames burning appeared in the air, and rushed directly towards Artex, who had just resumed action from the blockade of the golden sword. .

At such a close distance, Artexu could only hold the wild boar's fangs in a hurry. However, facing the sheer impact force that could directly hit the moon from the earth, the God of War directly left Mars and headed towards the universe behind him. Keep receding.

After losing his strongest correction, Artosh's privilege of not being able to dodge any attack, not being affected by any abnormal conditions, and being regarded as an absolute hegemon finally showed a flaw.

However, such an attack would only delay time, and Artosh did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

As he expected, the terrifying magic power like a volcano spread from Roland's body and turned into a reverberating spirit.

"For the sake of victory, come to me quickly! O immortal sun, please give me a shining horse. O spiritual horse with swift feet, bring here the light wheel that symbolizes your Lord!"

Sound waves suddenly lingered in the center of the deep universe, resounding in every corner.

This is the sound of vibrating hooves and a high-pitched roar.

"Yu——!"

The white horse carrying the monstrous golden flames slid through the void. The hot temperature made the space turbulent, leaving a burning white mark in the all-embracing universe.

In Artexu's eyes at this moment, the second sun suddenly appeared!

The moment the white horse appeared, everything around it melted. Meteorite and the atmosphere melted as easily as butter.

Compared with it, the sea of ​​​​fire left behind by the previous battle between the two was as ridiculous as the glimmer of fireflies.

In just two or three seconds, the sun in the sky shortened the distance between it and Artosh to zero, and then it fell down like a comet.

coming!

Artosh couldn't help but become vigilant, and while fighting against the wild boar, he continued to increase the magic power in his body. He was just waiting for the white horse to come and break through the opponent's firepower with the sharpest gesture, and then penetrate Roland's heart.

However, despite the declaration of victory, the uncontrollable earth-shattering explosion and the ripples of the golden flame that destroyed everything did not appear in front of Artosh.

On the contrary, this swift line of fire passed over Artesio who was constantly retreating after being hit by the wild boar with an indifferent attitude, and flew straight to Roland. It was like carrying the sun, wrapped him in it, and headed away from Artesiu. Speeding in the direction!

The only thing left for Artexio was Roland's proud voice.

"You've been fooled, Artex! In terms of resourcefulness, you're still a bit immature!"

"——Roland!"

Ignoring Artex's roar behind him, Roland guided the direction of the white horse while taking this opportunity to give his tired body and spirit a break.

Now that the biggest strategic goal had been achieved, he was stupid enough to fight Artex in a weak state that even overloaded his perpetual motion machine.

Even if Artosh had distanced himself while he was careless, the two of them would probably be caught up soon in their current state.

However, after the strongest one was sealed, the plan was back on track. Although the next battle was dangerous, it could not be called a desperate situation.

Roland's eyes flashed slightly as he looked at the looming planet in the distance.

“As long as we can get there… As long as we can get there!”

——

"boom--!"

The golden sea of ​​fire illuminated the entire atmosphere. Even across the universe, the swaying brilliance was as strong as a spear piercing through the filthy obstruction, spreading the light and peace to the earth.

The surging spirit and scorching temperature spread rapidly, sweeping through everything around him.

That was an attack that could burn this battlefield to the ground. Although it exploded outside the planet, no one could fail to realize this when looking at the sea of ​​fire.

"This is……"

Taking advantage of the enemy's distraction, Azriel also had time to breathe for a while. She frowned and stared at the sea of ​​fire above, her cold face completely unable to hide the worry.

Although this terrifying power obviously does not come from the God of War, Azrael is not worried about the Creator.

As the first Flügel, she knew that the death of her creator would never be silent.

But regardless of whether the God of War was entangled or distracted, the fact that Roland came to Earth first was not a good omen for her.

At the very least, the morale of the guys in the alliance will be greatly boosted by this phenomenon.

Thinking of this, Azriel turned her head and saw Jibril in the center of the battleship. What appeared on his face was not just joy, but also some kind of strange fanaticism, as if he was a believer who had received divine revelation.

With little Jeep's rationality, he would not make such an expression just because there is no definite signal. Could it be that the flame itself is a signal?

Seemingly noticing Azrael's gaze, Jibril raised her head without hesitation, showed a bright smile towards her sister, and then, as if she wanted to declare victory.

"——Fire all bombs!"

The more concise the command, the more serious it is.

After receiving the commander's order and the Ex-Machina's confirmation, the alliance's formation changed again. The battleships that had been firmly guarded in the center unfolded their decks, revealing the magnificent magic circle above and the spellcasters who were waiting for them.

And pitch-black warheads poked out from under the battleship, each one containing power that made Azriel shudder.

They looked up regardless, guiding the launch of spells and marrow blasts, without any intention of wasting these precious weapons on the Flügel in front of them.

Thirty-six rounds of Void Zero Protection, and twenty-four rounds of Marrow Explosion.

The power created from the core of the fantasy species and the marrow of the god species has not yet fully blossomed, but it has already caused many Flügels to cry out in grief.

But the alliance's actions still haven't stopped. The mechas that are still active and the dragon spirits that have been prepared rise up into the sky at the same time, using the collapse roar at the cost of life and the overloaded Yanlong roar as a foil.

They cannot be allowed to continue.

Azriel didn't need anyone to remind her of this.

Although she still doesn't understand why the enemy wants to launch these powerful weapons into the universe, it does not prevent her from taking action.

“Everyone is ready!!!”

She called back all her companions with a cold voice that spread throughout the battlefield, and then raised her hand first.

"Sky strike——!"

Thousands of Flügels poured out all their strength to form a sky strike, which was enough to reproduce Artosh's normal all-out strike. The blazing white light gun that arrived first came from behind and violently rushed towards the gathered people. energy.

Without knowing what the enemy's purpose was, Azriel's decision-making could not be described as unreasonable as she directly bet on the Sky Strike that would weaken all the Flügels.

She didn't know what the enemy was thinking, but it was enough that the power that was released was real. Even if the subsequent battlefield might be extremely disadvantageous because of her actions, it was still worth trying.

"Senior Azrael is still as rigid as ever."

Jibril looked at Azrael with a half-smile. If not, she was afraid that she would be unable to control her sarcastic expression.

"Even if the situation is unclear, it is a very safe strategy to interrupt what the enemy wants to do, but because of this, it can also be easily exploited."

The pretty girl stared at this destructive power, as if she had seen Roland's raised corners of his mouth. She also raised her hand in response to the coming victory.

Although it was unwise to release Sky Strike when one's own side had the advantage, at this moment Jibril could no longer suppress the emotions surging in her heart.

That's right, the results that can be achieved in the future are nothing compared to the actions at this moment. Now that the master has demonstrated his will and strength, as a subordinate, there is only one thing that needs to be done.

Listening to the high-pitched song produced when the energy that could annihilate the world collide, Jibril also sang with joy.

"Salute to the birth of the king!"