Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Why are the Flügel here?"

After the angel-like girl appeared, Xinke's face suddenly became nervous, and his condition was even worse than when he met Roland before.

Roland was not surprised by her performance. This was an experience that only a weak person could gain. Compared with superior mythical beasts and even divine species, this kind of superior race that would hunt them as valuable trophies was a more threatening existence. .

The information that Xinke provided to Roland contained a large number of records of incidents in which the Flügels massacred the forest elves because of their personal preferences. Although the number of battles was not that many, the number of victims caused by these incidents was even greater than the war with the goblins. There's more in it.

Among the elves, the hatred for the Flügel is even more widespread. The reason why their old enemies are still the goblins is completely forced by reality.

In the regular race series, the Flügels are ranked sixth, and the Elfs are ranked seventh.

But this difference is only one person, representing the difference between heaven and earth.

Among the sixteen races, the first six are life, and the last ten are creatures.

Compared with individuals gathered together by the concept of race, each individual among the first six races can be called an independent ecological circle.

Although there are also stories of counterattacks by lower-level races. After all, each race has its own unique advantages, but the price is not heavy. What's more, in these miracles, the lower-level races all take advantage of their numerical strength. It was only through advantages and cooperation that this miracle was achieved.

Based on a pure individual comparison, Xin Ke, as the only eighth-level magician among the elf species, could probably barely escape the aftermath of an attack by a Flügel if he tried his best.

"Lord Roland, there is only one Flügel, and he must be acting as a scout. They must have been attracted by the beast of the God of Victory. The Flügel legion should be gathering now..."

Xin Ke did not say the second half of the sentence, but still expressed his meaning tactfully.

The spirit species will not disappear, but they can be killed.

There is not much information on the upper-level races, the elves, but what is certain is that they are currently the only race with a record of killing gods.

As their numbers increase, the performance and threat of the Flügels will increase exponentially, eventually becoming enough to rival the gods.

Even the dragon spirits with higher individual strength cannot achieve this, because the purpose of creating the Flügel by the God of War is to use it as a god-killing vanguard. This is evident from the personality of the Flügel.

They perfectly inherited the characteristics of the God of War, being warlike and bloodthirsty by nature. They often formed groups to hunt superior races, causing massacres, and never tired of such collective activities.

Although their civilization is not as developed as the lower races due to numerical reasons, the differences in personality still give the Flügel the need to show off to each other and trade.

And the currency recognized by them is still in line with their style - the heads of other races.

Depending on the hunting difficulty and rarity, the Flügels divide the heads of different races into different levels, and the heads will increase in value according to changes in the situation, which is quite a bit like a joke from hell.

The Flügel's thirst for blood can be seen from the motto widely circulated among their race.

If you kill and seize what you want, it is also a gift from God.

According to the analysis of the elves, this kind of action and consequences may also be the way for the Flügel to express their loyalty to their creator.

After all, it is an open secret that the God of War feeds on hatred, fighting spirit, malice and blood.

“Is this because closeness to the concept leads to similar performance?”

Roland sighed and felt a little funny. When he watched the original work and the theatrical version, he was not very impressed by the God of War. However, when he came to this world, he looked somewhat like the evil god of subspace.

After all, the Flügel's style of sacrificing blood to the blood god and offering a skull to the throne was really difficult to avoid making him feel deja vu.

Seeing that Roland was still indifferent, the soul stone on Xinke's forehead flashed violently, expressing the turbulent emotions in her heart.

"Lord Roland, maybe you will think that I am alarmist..."

"There is no legion, she is the only enemy."

Soon, Xinke's train of thought was interrupted again.

She didn't doubt Roland's words, so she couldn't believe the facts before her.

The Flügels are all brave and capable beings. Even if they face an enemy they cannot fight against, they will never surrender or give up. Instead, they will choose to use death to bloom their final glory.

But this does not mean that they are all lunatics. They deliberately come up to die when they know that they can't be beaten. This kind of behavior is not brave or reckless, it is just stupid.

To hunt the beast of the God of Victory, just a small team is absolutely not enough. To ensure the possibility of victory, all must be dispatched, so Xinke never considered the possibility of having only one Flügel.

She stared blankly at the girl who was approaching her with an indomitable attitude, and murmured to herself.

"Is that Flügel broken?"

"Maybe it's just a little bit special, just like you are special among the elves."

Roland smiled. As a character who played a very prominent role in both the main story and the side stories, he recognized the Flügel.

"Just leave first. I'm going to have a good time with that child."

Roland stood up and walked towards the porthole. As if he had no body, he easily passed through the surrounding obstacles. After his upper body was completely submerged in the wall, he waved his hand as if he remembered something.

"You should think carefully about whether to respond to my invitation during this time before we meet again next time."

"Lord Roland..."

Seeing Roland who suddenly lost interest in him and left directly with a crisp action, Xinke Nirvalian's expression changed and he tentatively called out Roland's name.

When she didn't get any response, she took a deep breath and showed a smile that matched her beauty.

It was a smile that, without any cover-up, froze the anger, resentment, and all kinds of turbulent emotions in the heart with reason.

If the previous performance was just a response to Roland's strength and situation, then Xin Ke was now in quite serious thinking.

She was thinking about whether she should get rid of Cainas, an incompetent boss, and then change her camp.

If you say such a thing in the forest, you will be punished by God, in a physical sense.

But Xinke had been thinking about it for a long time. She would not make excuses for her defeat, so she had to sum up all the factors that could increase her winning rate.

As the Creator, Kainas can't even do basic things like reporting, contacting, and discussing. He is completely incompetent in the social sense. If it weren't for the cost of rebelling against him being completely disproportionate to the gain, Xinke would have set off a revolution long ago. Rebellious flag.

She doesn't mind having a boss, but Xinke's requirement is not power in the conventional sense, but the will to regard herself as the operator of the world as a matter of course.

The war is just a game in which lives are staked. She will only be loyal to players who win by their own rules and end the game.

But even the gods may not have this quality. They are often too devoted to this war to be unable to extricate themselves. Such people, even if they are their own creators, will only obey, not respect.

After hearing Roland's invitation, Xinke initially thought it was just a whim, but now, she is convinced.

From the performance, actions, and attitude, there is no doubt that there is a strong will that only players can possess.

Treat the events you encounter as goals for fun, and the characters you encounter as pawns that can be exploited.

So after seeing more powerful chess pieces, they just abandon the ones they just got. This is how players exist.

"Return."

Looking at the distant scenery outside the porthole that was gradually covered by spiritual corpses, Xinke stood in front of Roland and regained his cold expression.

Playing with people casually like toys and putting them aside for such a cruel reason as liking the new and hating the old is also a quite arrogant experience for her.

The feeling of being ignored made a certain subtle emotion appear in the girl's heart for the first time.

Is it jealousy, displeasure, or uneasiness?

"It doesn't matter. The original plan has not changed. The research and development of the Zero Protection of the Void is still the top priority. This is what you want to see, right... Lord Roland."

Xinke showed an elegant smile as if he was satisfied, and looked up out of the window.

"When the trump card is completed, let me wait and see if your invitation is still valid?"

——

Roland stood in the void, staring ahead.

Although it is not as large as the wild boar, the movement speed of the uninvited guest is not inferior.

After the weak spatial fluctuations, the first thing that reached Roland's ears was a sweet female voice.

"Oops? I thought it was just an illusion at first, but it actually gave me an unexpected harvest?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Roland saw a petite figure appearing in his field of vision.

They were only about ten meters apart, as if they were deliberately keeping a safe distance.

That was a girl who looked like an angel.

Her purple-pink hair hangs down past her knees, and the wings extending from her hips mark her angelic status, vividly expressing her beautiful and elegant appearance like a work of art.

The purple pupils surrounded by golden irises seem to be a product of mythology, and the deep cross in the center of the pupils makes people want to die for it.

The girl's clothes were very thin, and most of her fair and tender skin was exposed. Her exposed lower abdomen looked particularly sexy, which highlighted her sexy and devilish figure.

The long skirt with slits at the front decorates the slender legs, which are round but delicately voluptuous, like warm jade.

The white and purple over-the-knee socks and long gloves worn only on her right leg and right hand form an asymmetrical beauty with the whole body. The wing-shaped ears and the geometric pattern of the halo on the top of her head perfectly display her dreamlike beauty. out.

But such a beautiful girl like an angel cannot intoxicate anyone because she has a fatal flaw.

It's not the physical disability, but the terrifying spirit.

It's not to accomplish anything or change anything, but simply to get happiness and value from the hunting itself.

Like a child crushing an ant, that kind of innocent cruelty.

This knowledge comes from her soul itself and has nothing to do with the acquired environment.

If you approach her with normal human concepts and try to change her, you will only be swallowed by this abyss.

"Originally I just wanted to compete with that mythical beast, but I suddenly lost its trace. I followed the trace and found a big surprise like you."

The girl raised her lips and looked at Roland, bowing slightly.

"Gui'an, I am an extra instance of the Flügel, Jibril. Are you lucky enough to know your name?"

In terms of magnitude, not to mention her level compared to Roland, even the wild boar was much stronger than her, but Roland had no doubt about the authenticity of her words.

The last one created by the God of War and the 'strongest' Flügel, Jibril.

Compared to other perfect Flügels, she is like an alien, but her record is comparable to that of the perfect first apostle under the God of War.

Among the Flügels who are used to hunting as a team, she has a remarkable record of hunting dragon elves, giants, and fantasy species independently.

These are hunting targets that are beyond the capabilities of a single Flügel. People who estimate Jibril's strength based on pure magnitude will often suffer a big loss.

"Roland."

Roland did not call himself a god, but said his name calmly, and scanned Jibril's body very impolitely.

"Although I've probably guessed it, let's ask first, what do you want from me?"

"Ah, in fact, because of the special nature of the God of Victory, even defeating the divine beast that is its incarnation is as rare as defeating the gods."

Jibril smiled sweetly, twisted her body as if troubled, and continued.

"After the God of Victory failed to challenge Lord Artosh and left, even among Abant Heim, a consensus was reached. Because the opportunity is so rare, the rarity of this honor is still rising. "

"I see."

Roland nodded clearly.

"Then, compared to that wild boar, as a god, I should not be included in your planned plan."

"What if you are just a god..."

Jibril said without any fear, "Although I don't have a deep understanding of the divine species, the divine species will never be a monster like you."

"..."

Faced with such pungent words, Roland couldn't help but smile.

It was like an easter egg deliberately created by the game producer, and the player smiled when he finally discovered it.

Because he hadn't smiled sincerely like this for a long time, this smile only made Jibril feel chilled.

Like a black hole, it carries a mystery that nothing in the universe can escape, and a huge visual impact, but what is incredible is that Jibril feels an inexplicable familiarity in this smile.

It wasn't until Roland spoke again that she understood the source of that familiar feeling.

Yes, this is her usual style.

"It's really too much to call me a monster. Even though you don't understand the nature of the gods, you still respect their power and concepts. Even though I have the same power as them, it's just because of that little bit of unknown. , just call me a monster... Surely there is something wrong, right?"

From the perspective of a hunter, it is like a cat catching a mouse, deliberately indulgent just to enjoy the pleasure of prey, with a teasing smile.