Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Roland woke up in a daze, and immediately felt the sensation of something heavy pressing on his chest.

This weight gives people a warm and comfortable feeling, like a cat that has got into your bed and poked its head out.

Realizing what happened, Roland slowly lifted the bed.

Esther, with her silver hair casually draped behind her, was looking at Roland with faint eyes, her creamy skin clinging to Roland's body, her handsome face was glowing red, her cherry-colored lips slightly opened and closed, uttering an ethereal tone.

"Owner?"

Roland's breathing stopped for a moment, not because Esther ran into his quilt, but because of the other's current attire.

"Esther, where are your clothes?"

Roland spoke in a calm and gentle tone. Until now, he really realized his own growth. If it wasn't for the more seductive scene he had seen in Einzbern Castle, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to be so calm now. .

"With this... in front of the master, as long as there are socks is enough."

Esther ripped off the only clothes on her body - a pair of black knee socks with a clear voice like water drops.

The clothes woven by magic have the same elasticity as real ones. The rebound on Este’s skin creates a sensational scene. Compared with the real nakedness, leaving only a pair of knee socks is more obvious. charm.

Paired with Esther's beautiful appearance, which seems to have a pure expression that doesn't understand the status quo, it adds a bit of coquettishness.

"Are you dissatisfied with knee socks?"

Because of Roland's silence, Esther's extremely beautiful face also approached, which made Roland's heart beat a little faster.

Esther looked at Roland like this, leaned back, and handed over his toes.

"Although you can't take off your socks here, if it's the master..."

"stop--!"

Roland stopped Esther's move with a backhand.

"If this continues, I always feel like I'm going to be victimized again. A hand fetish has made me quit for a long time. Let's keep my xp within the normal range."

Moreover, this cognition that socks are more important than clothes is really incomprehensible.

Roland glanced at Hestia, who was clinging to the pillow next to him and sleeping badly, and decided to get up quickly before this matter became a big deal.

"Owner……"

Esther groaned softly. Blinking his eyes, feeling the itchy touch of his toes, his eyes became foggy.

"Um?"

Realizing that he had grasped the tip of Esther's sword at some point, Roland's eyes were also a little sad.

Do my hands have a mind of their own?

After thinking for a while, feeling the smooth and delicate touch in his hands, Roland simply continued kneading.

"Didn't the master say to stop? Why..."

But Esther didn't know if it was too natural, or a little dark-hearted, and launched a ruthless make-up attack on Roland.

"I don't even know where the end of the universe is, so how can I know this?"

Roland sighed, and decided to make the mistake. Before Hestia woke up, he used local materials to solve the restlessness in the morning.

Looking at Esther who had put on her clothes again, had changed into a pair of gray knee socks, and the red glow on her face had not yet dissipated, Roland took Esther's hand again after tidying up.

"Let's go, there is still something to do today."

——

Although due to the situation in the morning, Roland's departure time today was much later than usual, but with the help of the Black Shadow Corps and the progress made yesterday, they quickly arrived at the fifteenth floor.

Here, the number of people has been greatly reduced. Starting from the thirteenth floor, even lv2 has to form a team, and the depth of each floor will lead to fewer and fewer people around.

The reason, in addition to the increase in the intensity of the dungeon, the fact that the refresh rate of monsters is constantly increasing cannot be ignored.

Even if you have reliable teammates, if you don't have the ability to break the deadlock in the face of constantly refreshing monsters, you can't guarantee your own safety.

It is also because of this that, the further you go down, although you meet fewer people, their level has also improved, and the rewards are higher.

Therefore, the deeper you go, the more vigilant you are for adventurers than so-called monsters.

"Are you right?"

Roland smiled and stomped the guy wrapped in the robe in front of him, exerting a little force, causing his spine to be broken in two.

"Ahh! Don't be kidding, you are the one who covets what I gain..."

Even though his fingers were deeply embedded in the ground, the adventurer who suffered such pain still gritted his teeth and insisted on his previous words.

"Oh, what a tough guy," Roland smiled with great interest, "However, it's suspicious that he pretends to be a LV2 when he walks and moves, even though he has the strength of LV3."

"It's just that I didn't have time to report it to the guild..." The pale-faced adventurer gritted his teeth, still refusing to admit that he didn't do anything anyway, but was shot by Roland when he got close to him. In this case, Even if he is a member of the Ikelos family, he has reason to argue.

"I didn't have time, um, let's leave this aside, but it seems that you haven't returned to the ground for a while. Although it's only been two days since I came to Olalie, I'm still a little famous."

Roland raised his chin, and released flames from his hands, burning through the clothes on the back of the adventurer.

"Hey, the ability value is still locked, well, even though there is no unlocking medicine, it can't help me."

Seeing Roland's unscrupulous behavior, the adventurer also became a little flustered. At first, he thought that the other party spared his life because he cared about his conscience, but he broke the taboo from his understanding of the unlocking potion and his unconcerned prying of other people's ability values. The action made him realize that he might really have messed with the wrong person.

Ability value is the foundation for adventurers to live and work. Any prying will turn into irresolvable hatred, and a person who can say such words at will is definitely not a good person.

"Hello……"

He still wanted to struggle for the last time, but Roland's tone suddenly became cold.

"That's enough, stop insulting my intelligence with so-called lies. When you look at Esther, the fate of you, a guy who is worse than frog piss, has been sealed."

"Speaking of which family you belong to... Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Roland raised a finger and put it on the adventurer's back, his sharp pupils were full of expectation.

"Anyway, from now on, you will be my slave."

The black malice overflowed from his fingertips and dripped onto the back of this hapless bastard. The next moment, the color of the sacred text was soaked in pitch black.

The power called Enhui is forcibly distorted by the malice from human beings. For the entitlement itself, which is strictly guarded against, he cannot specifically reverse its nature, just like the black mud will not take away the power of the heroic spirit itself.

All it takes away is their belonging.

"Ahhhh!"

The black mud quickly connected his broken spine, but the pain that seemed to be burning all over his body caused the scum to roll around on the ground. When he found that Roland had let go of his restraint, he clenched his hands tightly. Jaw closed, legs bent, ready to rush out quickly, and then use the terrain to throw Roland away.

But inconceivably, as a lv3 adventurer, he just staggered on the ground weakly.

"How is it possible! My power...my power!"

After eating a mouthful of mud, he even forgot to run away, but grabbed the short dagger at his waist in fear. This exquisite weapon that used to be like an arm and finger now seemed extremely heavy.

He has never felt so weak in his body. This state is completely different from curses, magic, and fatigue.

——as if he had never received favors at all.

Roland walked towards him unhurriedly, and said in a cheerful tone.

"The so-called power of grace, if you don't integrate it into yourself, is essentially just a strengthened spell, which is completely dependent on the gods. No matter how high the level of training is, if the god you belong to dies, it will become like ordinary people. Similarly, it can only be reactivated after finding a new god and converting, and if the authority is high enough, it can even directly seal off the ability brought by grace."

"Impossible, even if you really have this ability! Except for the main god of the family, no one else can do it!"

"Of course," Roland nodded affirmatively: "If every god has the GM authority to ban players, then this game must be extremely boring, so this is destined to be a privilege for the few. .”

"The reason why I can do it is also very simple. I forcibly converted you just now, and now you officially belong to the family of the [Holy Lord]."

Roland smiled and looked at the helpless male adventurer in front of him. In his desperate eyes, he stretched out his hand and let the surging black mud completely cover him.

"Next, in the last few minutes of your life, let's have a good time together."

After a while, after the wailing like a ghost stopped, Roland clapped his hands and pressed his thumb, turning everything that this guy had ever existed into ashes.

In terms of results, today's experiment was much more successful than yesterday's.

Through the power of evil in this world, he can be called the phantom god of civil war. As long as he relies on favor and does not attribute his might to himself, adventurers can easily include him in the family belonging to the Holy Lord.

It's a pity that he can't directly absorb other people's past experience points, perhaps because that status has been updated and fixed.

However, before the update, those experience points that have grown but have not been formally solidified can be successfully absorbed by him.

And after being poured into the black mud, he can choose to let it lurk, instead of forcibly converting the other party, but quietly absorbing its experience points like a parasite.

This is more maneuverable. He can completely let the slaves of his family serve as hunters in this area, knock down those adventurers before they return to the surface, and forcefully pour them into Roland's black mud. The experience points that haven't had time to be converted are snatched.

In this way, once and for all, all the experience points of this adventurer's subsequent training will belong to Roland.

If it goes well, it won't be long before the whole Olalie's adventurers work for him alone. What a blessing.

However, Roland is still a good person after all, and he is not prepared to really eat alone. After all, if there is no motivation at all, the adventurers will not have much motivation to exercise.

After all, to achieve sustainable fishing, we must first be sustainable.

For the time being, let's distribute the experience points according to the ratio of seven to three.

Moreover, even if there is no such thing as experience points, distributing the black mud itself is an idea that Roland has long had.

At Xingyue, although the character of the Six Beasts had officially integrated into Roland, it was just a larva after all.

In order to completely grow the seven heads and ten crowns that the big red dragon should have, a complete body that can cause human destruction, in addition to devouring the souls of servants, ordinary souls can also be used, but compared with the souls of servants, this requires a considerable amount of energy. Just a number.

As for the adventurers of Olalie, after continuous upgrading and training, the quality of their souls is pretty good.

If possible, Roland even intends to let ordinary people be infected by the evil of this world, after all, he is not picky eaters.

The souls of adventurers in the dungeon can be eaten, and the souls of ordinary people outside the dungeon don't need to be let go, this is called healthy!

It's a pity that he hasn't found a suitable channel to spread the evil of this world on a large scale. Even if it is mixed into drinking water and food, there will always be some abnormalities in order to achieve the amount that can devour the soul. No vigilance at all.

Therefore, Roland can only attack the adventurers first.

The people parasitized by the black mud are fine, but the amount consumed by devouring the soul is nothing compared to covering all the sacred texts, and the higher the level, the greater the consumption of grace, so it is not easy to be noticed.

However, in terms of the selection of the family members, it still needs to be carefully considered.

With the black mud and demonic energy, Roland didn't worry much about the strength and loyalty of his family, but the selection of candidates was very troublesome.

After Hei Ni converted the adventurer, both the form and the strength would change greatly. A normal family, even if the main god is a little lazy, will still have to be updated once in a while, so that this abnormality will not be unnoticed.

Moreover, if possible, Roland would like to directly occupy a family member belonging to other main gods, and directly use other people's mature organizational structure, which would not be much easier than finding people one by one.

Roland rubbed his chin, pondered for a while, and began to gradually walk up to the upper floor, thinking about the eligible choices.

"This family should be easy to control. The members have needs for the secular requirements. The main god is completely messed up. He doesn't care about anything, but he knows how to accept guidance. It is best to have a certain identity and status, so that it is very convenient to do things and even transform. .”

After enumerating all the conditions, Roland himself raised his eyebrows because of the harshness, but he really thought of a suitable choice.

Just when Roland was about to go back directly to collect relevant information, he suddenly stopped and looked towards the corner ahead.

There, a male adventurer wearing leather armor and carrying a long sword on his back, with very fierce eyes, was scolding impatiently, wearing a white robe, wearing a backpack several times larger than himself, and looking It looks very small, at most a girl around eleven or twelve years old.

"It's really a coincidence..."

The moment Roland just came up with an idea, fate couldn't wait to deliver the answer, which was his love for the only favored person.

"I'm really lucky, lucky enough to make other people... despair."

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