Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Chapter 354 Demonic Sword·Beheading the Emperor

There was no movement on Roland's face, but the new bright light in his hand had already let out a huge and majestic roar towards the world.

Then, the chains that spread like a spider web continued to proliferate, with the collapsed darkness in Roland's hands as the center, stretching their bodies like petals and wings.

The power of the elven origin that reflects the heaven and earth is also shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye in the spreading light.

To materialize the desire in the heart, the materialization of void virus and AT force field alone cannot bear it. Even if this energy is forcibly restrained, it is just like restraining a bomb with an empty shell.

But Roland had spent a lot of effort to create a canon that was several times better than the original Starkiller, and it wasn't just for the purpose of penetrating the star core.

Sublimated by the source of elves, it is the best carrier.

As a result, Starkiller, who had just been filled with nothingness, became the meal of another power. But compared with the elven source that just sublimated its energy, the change this time was more like a fusion or even an evolution.

After absorbing this essence, it will transcend the original name of Starkiller and become a part of this world-devouring soldier.

After the blood-colored light of the heart completed the first step of its configuration, Roland was finally able to discern the trajectory of Artosh's movement because of the black hole-like gravity of the emerging void.

The God of War was struggling to move forward in the light that was escaping like a quagmire.

"Although the power of the gods is not worth mentioning, being too arrogant is a sign of weakness. But in terms of conceptual type, although Kainas is not qualified to compete with you, as far as the divine essence is concerned In terms of its value, you are no different from its essence."

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Roland's mouth, "It is too wasteful to devour the divine marrow as energy. The natural marrow is not without its merits as a material."

As soon as the words fell, the voice was green and green, full of rich life breath, bright and hot, and the steel-like marrow was submerged into the multiplying light.

The next moment, the light stirred up waves like the surface of the sea. In the deep light, which was so violent that it seemed to include everything in it, there was a touch of green that was out of place, and a surge of angry emotions like the tide.

The overflowing emotions made time and space tremble, and there was an unbearable wail.

That was the hatred that came from the origin star under their feet before it perished.

Although spiritual intelligence has not yet been born, it already has the instinct and wisdom to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, which will increase Kainas's power and allow him to repair his scarred body even when he is unconscious.

Even using the divine marrow, it can temporarily merge with Kainas and briefly display its power.

Similarly, when the essence of nature was thrown in, with the help of the continuously integrating debris, the will and resentment of the planet before its death also rushed into Roland's void.

After they poured in, the deep light shone three minutes faster than before.

Just when the shell of the AT stance was about to be unable to contain the burst of energy, another steel-like marrow melted like butter, covering the surface of the newborn soldier, and continuously exuded fiery breath.

Using iron and fire to precipitate impurities in materials and forge them into a form that is tougher and stronger than the original. This is forging.

After a while, the prototype of the magic sword with sword points at both ends was firmly fixed.

At this time, because of this more specific form, the light of Roland's heart that he used to maintain his desire began to lose its power, and stopped when it was about to spread to the tip of the sword, both above and below.

This situation made Roland frown slightly, but he still did not show any emotion such as disappointment.

"boom--!"

Because, when Starkiller's light was covered in blood, the Alliance warriors below, who were already using the fragments of the planet as their battlefield, seemed to be inspired by something.

Except for a few warships used for transfer, amidst the roaring gunfire and the raging energy flow, they controlled ace warships that could defeat a thousand people, and combined the strongest power and heritage of the sixteen races with their own lives. , and rushed into the light reaching the sky and the earth in front of them.

The battleships are connected to each other, allowing the larger array to spread, using the linked battleships themselves as the material for making the sword tip.

This move greatly reduced the pressure on the blood-red light, allowing more of the heart light to abandon the sword tip below and focus on controlling the shape of the sword tip above.

In this process, the first batch of battleships exposed to the light have been melted into surging special bodies by the surging energy, and the commanders and soldiers on them have long since been vaporized.

This is a tragic scene that cannot be described in any words, and even a cry cannot be uttered. Faced with this behavior that may be very slim, and in the midst of one-sided death, the warships still rush forward one by one without fear of death.

For a time, the sound of smoke and light and heat constituted the only joy and sorrow on the battlefield.

But even with such a tragic situation right in front of us, the warships behind them still piled up without fear, leaping over the disappeared corpses of their companions, using life as armor, and constantly linking up.

The surging light shines brighter and brighter, but the link between the battleships still does not stop.

Whether numb or excited, only the will to devote is unique.

In the union of the sixteen races, and in the destruction of the Origin Star, the worship of the savior had already reached its peak.

The belief in protecting the tribe, the unity cultivated in the battle, wisdom, and strength have all become the only law at this moment.

Only by allowing the Emperor to gain the throne of the only god can these sacrifices have value, the world be saved, and the continuation of the dead companions be possible.

Therefore, there is no room for anything in the mind.

Just follow your instincts.

As long as the body still has strength and the brain remains awake, you can charge with honor.

As long as this light in front of you still exists, everything is valuable.

At this moment, there is no longer any racial distinction or unfamiliar relationship. What supports everyone in the numbness of despair is the black color that symbolizes hope as the battleship gradually merges, destroys, and finally begins to condense. dawn.

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Praise the Emperor!"

"Emperor... is really an appropriate title, but you really have plotted against me."

Okan murmured in a low voice, but there was no trace of distress in his tone, instead there was a slight smile.

At the moment when the source of the Elf Corridor was erupting crazily, as a god, he did not have the combat power to specifically reduce the needs of the elves.

Even if he really had a different intention, without the use of a battleship, the Ex-Machina and Jibril waiting in formation next to him could probably kill him at any time, without any impact on the composition of the sword tip.

But letting the God of Forging sit back and watch such a weapon take shape, it would be better to kill him directly.

"Just as you wish, in the name of the God of Forging, this sword will definitely be born with a posture that surpasses Artho!"

Okan, who had realized what he had to do, also plucked off a few beards, and raised the hammer in his hand with all his strength, letting the light of the divine essence bloom and spread to the battleships used as materials behind. .

"boom--!"

"Is this... your desire?"

When all the escaping elves were absorbed, Artesio also broke free, but he did not continue to attack.

The disappearance of the elven source originally meant that the weapon had truly been born into the world.

Therefore, he lowered the glorious spear in his hand and stared blankly in front of him, looking at the power that was like a myth and legend to the gods.

From a morphological point of view, the posture of this thing cannot be called a sword.

But anyone who can see its full appearance will only use the term sword to call it.

Using the light in the center of Roland's hand as a seed, a double helix of light like thorns and chains spiraled in a physical direction, sprouted around and grew, spreading in both directions up and down with a ferocious attitude.

When the diffusion range exceeds half a person's height, the radiant light burns, causing energy and matter to expand like a nuclear fusion, turning into a black hole, absorbing all light and energy as it continues to extend. black sword blade.

Even though Artosh had absorbed many elven sources, causing his body to expand unbearably and becoming even larger than before, he still couldn't see the sword that pierced the earth and the moon, rising and falling. The tail end of the body.

Every time he cast his sight further, the black sword edge would spread at the same speed until it surpassed Artosh's sight.

This is a magic sword with simple performance that can be increased depending on the opponent's ability.

The reason it can do this is because it absorbs the 'whole' power of the universe.

The Elven Corridor is the source of everything, and the planet is the carrier of its manifestation. This strongest power is enough to sum up everything, and it reaches its extreme after the marrow of the divine species is invested.

But this is still not perfect, so Roland's heart light cannot cover both sword tips at the same time.

Only by incorporating the life indirectly born from it, the nature of the races living on the planet, and the elves into it, can this formless, closed source of chaos be formed.

The savior who stands at the top and blocks all disasters and despair with his sword.

The people who are at the end and perfect the foundation of this hope with their own hands.

Demon Sword·Slash the Emperor.

There really is no more suitable name than this.

Artosh's heart was beating rapidly as he looked at the cyan aura surrounding the Slashing Emperor.

That was not what was released from the blade, but the sky cut open by the slashing emperor, cutting off all the spiritual skeletons in the deserted world to reveal the real sky and universe.

——What people can see in that gap is the true majesty of the Emperor Slash.

Artosh clenched the radiant spear in his hand, feeling the uncontrollable trembling in his body, and laughed wildly.

This trembling was the inner fear due to the strength of the enemy, the resentment towards Roland for letting him wait for so long, and the excitement mixed with anger and fighting spirit.

His heart was beating violently, and his cheers for the appearance of a powerful enemy worthy of risking his life made Artosh feel as if his chest would explode in the next moment.

See, your enemy has the arrogance to put aside the Star Cup, and the desire to surpass the laws of the universe.

Being able to kill such an enemy, or being killed by him, made Artesio grateful from the bottom of his heart for this luck.

"Come on! Roland, come on! God-killer, if you can, trample my strongest under your feet!"

Artosh roared angrily, and the wings on his back continued to expand and turned into pure light. He took all abilities into his body with an appearance that was no less greedy than Roland's before.

His muscles were pulsating, and a deep ravine was outlined between his brows. Then, he flashed away like lightning, and like a chariot on the battlefield, using the meteorite as a pedal, it turned into a comet and rushed towards Roland. !

Even if the power of this sword is better than his own now, Roland, who has mastered such power for the first time, will never be able to command it so easily.

But even so, Artexu didn't dare to be careless. He had to kill him quickly with the fastest and most powerful blow!

"There is no need to be in such a hurry, Artex, just release your power to your heart's content. I will wait until you are ready."

Just when the battle between the two was about to break out, Roland smiled lightly.

"Since you can still unleash stronger power than now, let's use it as soon as possible. I don't want to be unhappy because of my unwillingness when I fail to listen."

This was exactly the same as Artesio's behavior, and the scene where he was the guest made him say something funny.

"Have you seen me in my heyday?"

"No, that's why I decided to taste it."

"Really? You're so arrogant. If you lose because of this, I won't hold anything back!"

"Ah, it doesn't matter about this. If you are just the enemy now, this is impossible."

Roland smiled and whispered, "——After all, you are very weak."

"weak?"

Even knowing that Roland was a miracle that defied common sense, Artosh couldn't help but laugh.

Then, Artosh penetrated his own marrow without hesitation.

"Zheng——!"

Because there was no way to fight against the {strongest}, neither the Ex-Machina nor Roland aimed to penetrate Artosh's marrow.

At most, one can just peel it off, or use a seal to put it to sleep, but the inactivated essence has just lost the rules of the concept, and it also contains terrifying power.

Using the strongest he had accumulated for ten thousand years as a sacrifice, during the period when the divine marrow was completely destroyed, if he killed Roland, the star cup as a trophy could make up for this sacrifice. On the contrary, if he died, Artesio You will also get supreme success and happiness.

Roland also realized what Artexu was thinking, and the corners of his mouth curved in the same arc as Artexiu.

Want to find a good opponent to unleash your power?

What a coincidence, so am I.

Moreover, unlike Artex who risked his life desperately, there was no trace of nervousness on Roland's face, only curiosity about trying out new abilities.

After reaching this point, in this world, the enemies in front of us are no longer a threat.

The faint blue light exploded in Roland's hand, and the torrent in the universe seemed to be guided. It turned into deep meteors and continued to pour in, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness of the sword body.

And when the endless waterfall was nearly exhausted, slashing the emperor was like pressing a switch.

The oppressive roar from before disappeared and was replaced by a clear sound like ice breaking.

"Behead the Emperor,"

Roland raised the magic sword in his hand and whispered the final words.

"——Exile this world!"