Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

When the night view of Tokyo fell into the curtain of day, Roland walked alone on the only passage leading to the underground cave.

He walked calmly through the light source without any passage. Shajo Aige had already activated the Great Holy Grail and was eagerly waiting for his arrival.

In this process, Solomon will let the soul of Ramses II fill the final vacancy.

If everything goes well, this trend will be irreversible, and Xingyue will be in his hands the next time he returns.

If it doesn't go well, it will just be using the consequences of swallowing Tokyo and crushing the world as steps, and I will still be at the top.

"However, creating such a large square and such a large-scale three-dimensional magic circle in the underground of Tokyo can not hide any trace..."

This is not Fuyuki. It has earth veins that are difficult to control and a sparsely populated space. To find a huge hole that cannot be detected and place a proliferating Holy Grail here is as difficult as the Holy Grail War itself.

"Because this is her world, Shajo Aige deserves to have it all."

The delicate voice of a girl came from the darkness.

"Francesca, although I know you don't dare to run away, your ability to find this place before everyone else is worthy of praise."

"It's really an honor to be praised like this by you," Francesca looked touched, pretending to wipe the corners of her eyes that were not red, "but it's actually not a difficult job. After all, I already knew that the Great Holy Grail must be in Tokyo, and I had experience in finding the Great Holy Grail."

Speaking of past experiences, Francesca's eyes also shone with beauty.

"Although that guy Maric was so guarded that I couldn't participate at all. After all, bugs are not afraid of illusions at all. It was really troublesome and even cost me a body."

"But maybe it's because my head has rotted after being reincarnated too many times. That guy never thought that I would steal part of the material that makes up the Great Holy Grail after all the dust fell to the ground. But extracting the black mud is indeed a good thing for me. An unexpected surprise.”

Even though her body trembled instinctively due to Roland's presence, and she almost became incontinent, Francesca still kept smiling.

There was still a little regret in her tone of missing those two observations, but Roland was more focused on another thing.

"The black mud on Kama's body was given by you. No wonder...the mud of creation in the yet-to-be-formed Cradle of Beasts can change the tendency, but in the end it is just pure magic power and has no function of reshaping the body. This is the value of your being chosen."

"It's really too much to actually treat someone like a prop... Hey, no, it seems like this is not bad?"

Francesca's eyes gradually became misty, her cheeks turned red, and she let out a silly laugh, and her two calves unconsciously rubbed against each other.

"However, I probably don't have such an honor. After all, it's just a simple beast. It may have eaten me in one bite, but you are different. The beast of the apocalypse, no, Roland."

The fairy-like girl changed the subject and spoke out the names that the world had been thinking about all night.

Anyone who knows her might be surprised. Francesca's twisted and absurd character has been infiltrated into every move she makes, such as giving others nicknames without authorization. Before meeting Saber, she was already talking about Little Al, let alone others.

But to Francesca, this was perfectly normal.

"Beasts are existences that follow principles. Even if they have personalities, this will be reflected in all aspects. They are basically terminal devices, but you are different. You are a transcendent person named Roland who graduated from the world, and you are also a person who has made a living. The six beasts that shake the world, these two are completely contradictory to each other, unless..."

"Since the individual named Roland still exists here, the so-called contradiction does not exist."

Roland's eyes were indifferent, "However, your idea is not wrong. I didn't do this because I was favored by the world, but I was favored because I accomplished this."

"Huhu," Francesca's face was flushed and she licked her moist lips, "It's so good that I gave up seeing that holy girl before I died and chose to see you."

After discovering that she was close to the truth, Francesca's whole body was filled with suffocating pleasure.

Although she is an extreme fun-loving person from the inside out, has no bottom line, and does not mind groveling and begging for mercy when encountering a crisis that can really kill her, it does not mean that she is really afraid of death.

What she really fears is worthless death.

Even acquaintances of this twisted magician who had an inseparable relationship with the outer gods would mostly use the word crazy to evaluate her, but Francesca never thought that she was crazy.

She just gained knowledge that was many, many years ahead of this era, and knew too much. In her opinion, those people who persist in the past are the real lunatics, and the things they did to them were just a way to relieve boredom. It's just like a prank between children.

It's a pity that those who were pranked were not as open-minded as herself, which led to her notoriety. For those who could more or less understand her existence, such as Jill, a rare friend, Francesca was even willing to cut off her own essence. Give it to him as a gift.

In these years of observation, she has also been committed to breaking the defenses of those guys who have experienced her pranks but are still stubborn, and then laugh at them. If it is the usual Francesca, after feeling Joan of Arc's After taking a breath, he rushed over without stopping.

But now, she has a new pursuit, which is what she has always been pursuing.

Explore the unknown and have fun.

It is an absolute paradox to have two identities of being a transcendent person and a beast in the world at the same time, because this process cannot be established.

But as Roland said, since he exists here, then this reality must have an answer.

The man in front of me is an anomaly.

Francesca made a judgment about something that she couldn't understand at all, but this conclusion was not because of Roland's personality and power, but the answer obtained by inferring the result.

Before he graduated from the world and even became a beast, he was already part of the unknown.

"Your wishes and ambitions are very interesting! Then, let me offer you the final sacrifice!"

Francesca cheered and raised her hands to the sky.

Roland could easily guess what the other party wanted to do.

It's just to find a glimmer of hope in defeat and find the last fun before facing the end.

There are only faint marks left on the command spell in Francesca's hand. The wanton waste of precious materials can only mean that the other party wants to complete the whole job.

Roland raised his head, ignoring Francesca who was lying limply on the ground with a happy face, and calmly felt the explosion of the atmosphere and the sun falling from the sky.

Ramesses II's mass attack, nicknamed the 'grave collision', indeed has the most powerful power in this Holy Grail War, but Francesca, who has seen AT force fields, cannot think that this level is enough. Break through Roland's defense

Even if that is enough power to destroy the entire city. It can't affect the man in front of him at all.

But this is by no means a useless move.

Roland discovered the distortion of the spiritual veins almost immediately.

With the help of his keen perception, he could clearly feel that not only the earth line he was in, but the entire earth line in Tokyo was distorted to varying degrees.

They formed a shape like a whirlpool, with the falling Glory Grand Composite Temple as the center, causing the escaped spiritual barriers and magic power to fall into varying degrees of rage, completely losing their stability.

Although her actual combat power is very weak, Francesca can undoubtedly always grasp the key points when there is fun to be found.

She had never thought about defeating Roland. After all, not to mention the Gem Master and even the Servants, many magicians could kill her back and forth many times, but Francesca still enjoyed it.

Because her existence is like a piece of brown candy that you can never get rid of.

Although she is weak on the surface, her disgusting self-worth also allows her to grasp the key accurately.

For most followers, concept and magnitude are completely different things.

Especially among the Noble Phantasms, there are too many examples of lofty concepts but insufficient magnitude. If it were not for the existence of gods that supplemented his foundation on earth, Roland's current situation would probably be no better.

But from another perspective, this is also the biggest advantage.

When Ramesses II, who carried the concept of Egyptian gods and claimed to be the sun, fell with his temple complex, regardless of whether the blow could be blocked, the entire spiritual vein of Tokyo would be affected by its concept. into chaos.

Compared to them who had no scruples, Roland, who needed the Holy Grail, was the passive one.

Therefore, after knowing Francesca's plan, the Pharaoh, who never liked to be subordinate to others, also voluntarily chose to attract the enemy to realize this fatal plot.

After swallowing Kama's spiritual core, this spiritual vein is definitely not enough. At least it will have to cause a chain reaction of spiritual veins in the entire Tokyo.

Of course, it is easy for the Root Princess to suppress the spiritual veins under her feet to stop the riot or even return to her original state. However, she is trapped in a human body. Although the opponent's upper limit is immeasurable, the scale and frequency are limited.

To calm down the riots in Tokyo is not something that can be done in a short time.

Although this cannot change the final result, as long as it can make Roland, who always pretends that everything is under his control, frown because of this unexpected trouble, her actions will be valuable.

Is there anything more fun in the world than fooling the real gods?

The burning flash was getting closer and closer from the sky. Even Roland and Francesca who were underground could feel the vibration. But in the falling dust, Roland once again let Francesca... Ka was disappointed.

As if this scene was too funny, he couldn't help laughing.

"It is true that ants can use their own corpses to contaminate human food and make it impossible for them to eat, but in this plan, Francesca, did you make a mistake?"

Roland stretched out two fingers.

"You are indeed ants...but I am not necessarily a human. Moreover, in this plan, are you too underestimated my followers?"

——

"Tremble under the infinite radiance of I! Feel the wrath of Ra!"

In the speeding temple, the Pharaoh laughed loudly.

He is cheering, he is looking forward to it, and he is angry.

Such a decisive strategy prevented King Solomon from reacting. It is worthy of celebration. It is worthy of admiration to die with such a sacred glory. Even so, it cannot save the world and it is worthy of anger.

At this moment, Ramses II can only hope that his efforts can become the star that breaks through the gloom.

"Um?"

But the next moment, he frowned.

Before the fall of this temple, he was still the pharaoh with the wisdom of God, controlling the replacement of all things.

Therefore, when that thing that even he did not understand appeared, Ramses' laughter stopped abruptly, and he glanced at the fleeting shadow outside in surprise.

——That is the white tentacle that reaches straight to the sky, that is the unknown monster, that is the wrong path of chaos.

Solomon raised his eyelids slightly and looked calmly at the fallen temples. He did not care about the flames of the sun god, binding this magnificent building bit by bit, and the white tentacles that dragged him back, and the Blood red, with black cross pupils, an immeasurable number of huge eyes looked at each other and read out the names given to each other.

"—Barbatos."

Suddenly, in the eyes of Ramses II with disbelief, a huge sound and a distorted space like sunfire became the only movement he could feel.

In the blast-like roar, in just a moment, more than half of the fallen Great Temple was dragged away from the inside of the world and fell into an inaccessible foreign land!

"This is...the Demon God Pillar?"

Ramses II groaned.

For such a creature, the void is a sea it can swim in, and he is not surprised.

But the Pharaoh never expected that just by the appearance of one pillar, the other party would have a mystery that was enough to compete with the Great Temple.

The demon named Barbatos was indeed being hurt by the temple, but before the purple air column emitted by the opponent, it was the temple itself that trembled first.

It has not been repaired to begin with, and it is contending with this completely super-sized creature. If it had not released all its power at this time, I am afraid that even the current stalemate would not exist.

But even so, the terrifying shock wave easily broke down the wall, causing the entire temple to collapse in advance, and then it was dragged bit by bit into the foreign land belonging to the opponent's home court. Although I don't know what the scene will be like after completely entering. But Ramses II could already smell defeat.

He finally understood what Francesca said.

Unlike Moses, who once gained power and then had a hard time with himself who had the support of the gods, Solomon's existence is a tool created by fate to promote the progress of the times, a device that affects the world.

Therefore, he was born as a king, and the power he possessed was completely different from that of the so-called followers.

Even the demon from the alien planet in front of him can only be bound in a spell called the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars, becoming the opponent's familiar, and can even be controlled at will after becoming a servant.

But even if it didn't hit, it was enough. The moment this Noble Phantasm was released, the plan of the Beast of the Apocalypse was...

It took a lot of effort for Ramses II to restrain himself from turning his attention away from Solomon's shining ring, and turned his head to look at the world on the other side.

Then he fell silent.

It was obvious that his Noble Phantasm was still emitting residual heat from the stalemate with the Demon God Pillar.

But the spiritual veins that should have completely gone berserk and riddled with disasters stopped the process of collapse and disappeared out of thin air... No, was this rewritten or overwritten?

Staring at the light that seemed to be engraved in his heart and covering the truth, Ramses II's pupils as hot as the sun were filled with deep shock.

"-what is that?"

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