Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

God-killer.

After hearing this simple word, although Rick still wanted to pretend that nothing happened, Jibril, whose eyes were shining brightly, did not have as many worries as he did.

A blush of excitement suddenly appeared on her fair face, she clasped her hands on her chest and asked expectantly.

"No wonder you came to the range of the human species. Did you want to kill the God of Victory?"

Jibril asked with some confusion: "However, if you just want to use the gods as prey, the gods of the forest elves and goblins are more convenient choices. No matter how the God of Victory is, Artex The powerful man who walked out from between the thrones, the two gods should be more suitable as prey than him, right?"

Even though Flügels are famous for their arrogance, there are still a few people like Jibril who openly regard the jinn as lambs to be slaughtered.

Cloni covered her cheeks that turned red due to nervousness and uneasiness, not even daring to breathe. This kind of thing was still too advanced for her.

But although she didn't say anything, she was still complaining in her heart.

They are actually talking about hunting gods and other things...

If these two beings weren't powerful enough to be fearless, they would just be simple fools.

Moreover, the human species is still within the sphere of influence of the God of Victory. If he speaks freely in front of her and Rick, judging from the current situation, whether he talks or not, he will be silenced...

"If it is only for the purpose of divine essence, your words are not wrong."

Roland glanced at Jibril and shook his head slightly, "But if I want to become a God Killer, I have to find that guy."

"God-killer? Is this also an unknown concept from another world?"

Jibril also gradually realized that this word was not just a noun, but referred to a specific identity.

A burning look appeared on her face, her body twisted and rubbed against Roland's arm, and the saliva from the corner of her mouth started to flow down again.

"In other words, when the God of Victory was defeated, the loot was not just the divine marrow... He was originally tied with the Dragon King because of his alien status and the rarity of multiple divine marrows."

"Now it seems that he is the rarest trophy. Hehehe, I really want to collect it... Without further ado, Lord Roland, let's set out now to find traces of the God of Victory!"

Perhaps because she noticed Roland's speechless gaze, Jibril quickly put away the infatuation on her face and said seriously.

"Is it just because your body is hollowed out now? Before you want to witness it, at least you have the capital to survive the aftermath."

Roland knocked Jibril on the head expressionlessly, "Moreover, if the God of Victory could be found so easily, other races wouldn't be complaining about disasters coming from the sky. Although I don't expect a fool like you. will change,”

"It's really too much. I was praising someone's courage before."

Jibril pursed her lips. Although her tone was resentful, she did not hide the rich smile in her eyes.

Perhaps because of her nature, she felt no discomfort with this way of getting along, and she even felt a little strangely happy.

"But if this is the case, we are not doing useless work. Are you planning to follow the example of the invaders in the past and use the destruction of the human species to bring back the God of Victory?"

Such cruel words made Croni's head sink slightly and her face turned extremely pale, but she knew that she was weak and did not open her mouth to plead without permission.

Although she has more power than Rick in many matters, in this apocalyptic world where things can be overturned at any time, compared to other races, humans have no time to fight for power, and the family relationship between her and Rick will not Be shaken by this kind of thing.

At every critical moment, she would trust her brother wholeheartedly.

"Although this is a way, don't you completely understand it? The reason why I am so close to the human race is not only nostalgia, but also because doing it this way is more efficient than waiting for him to come after the massacre. Much more, it seems that natural strength can sometimes be a burden."

A smile appeared on Roland's lips, and he looked away from Jibril who was playing tricks.

"At this point, how about learning from the anthropology in front of you? At this critical moment of life and death, you still keep the strategy of weakness in your heart and hide the trump card of reversal. Such willpower and decisiveness , as a human being, it is admirable.”

Rick, who was silent, stiffened.

For the first time, his cold face showed uncertainty and fear.

Rick raised his head and narrowed his eyes to look at Roland in front of him, as if he had never really exposed himself until this moment.

"How did you know? Only I should know this secret."

When all the trump cards have been exposed, there is no point in pretending to be stupid, Rick asked calmly.

"In this world, that's how it is."

Roland gave Rick a somewhat thoughtful look and stopped teasing him.

"Don't worry, what I want to do is a good thing no matter how you look at it. Compared to the God of Victory who is like a hands-off shopkeeper, although I will be more arbitrary, the human situation will definitely change dramatically compared to before. , there is no doubt about this.”

Without enough time to think carefully about the meaning of Roland's words, Rick's brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes were completely filled with doubts and dim light.

Rick's fragile look made Cloni forget about her current embarrassing situation, and she opened her mouth in surprise.

She had never seen her brother look like this.

People in the kingdom say that Rick has a heart of steel.

Many years ago, when their hometown was destroyed, humans who had lost their place arrived in this cave in a hurry.

In front of people who had everything taken away just a few hours ago, the boy who was not even ten years old ignored the lamentation and said it was natural after inspecting the cave.

"The location here is convenient enough to serve as a foothold for the kingdom."

Then, he ignored the adults' roars and desperate lamentations, and began to plan the construction of the palace while arranging work for the residents who trusted him.

His eyes were as cold as those of a real undead, but he gave the victims and survivors a reason to live and the meaning of death.

Then, he was rewarded and won the bet with only two thousand lives on his shoulders. The arrival of the God of Victory saved everything and gave mankind a new future.

"As you wish."

Rick took a deep breath and nodded.

"Don't be so pessimistic. It's just losing the God of Victory. 'This might be a good thing for mankind.' You must have had this thought at least for a moment."

Roland joked.

"That's really disrespectful... Although I also think it's better to do this, if this matter had become true without Mr. Roland, judging from the current situation of mankind, it would probably have suffered a terrible fall. "

This kind of vulgar taste of dissecting another person's heart bit by bit, but the other person can't refute it made Jibril smile narrowly, obviously taking pleasure in others' misfortune.

"..."

Such heart-wrenching words once again made the corners of Rick's mouth twitch, acquiescing to this.

Although it is indeed a bit treacherous to be so disrespectful to the God of Victory who brought mankind to this point, morality is the least important in front of Rick, who is responsible for the survival of the race.

There is nothing wrong with the God of Victory, but his kindness is too heavy for humans. To him, it may be just a random act that is not even gravel, but to the human species, it is like a mountain. Towering and heavy.

In short, virtue is not matched.

Everything the human species currently relies on is that the divine species will protect this tiger skin, but they themselves do not have the strength to bear this value.

If it were not the realm of the divine species, even the protective gear that could stop the spirit corpses from migrating on the earth would be a bit difficult. In addition, the number of people began to increase due to the environment without worries, resulting in food being stretched.

The hunting that can be organized by human power is too insignificant.

Moreover, the atmosphere in the settlement is also changing. Although the previous generation can still take responsibility, the newborns who were born in the new settlement and were blinded by the illusion of safety have lost a lot of consciousness and their sensitivity and numbness in the face of disasters. , although it is inconspicuous now, when disaster strikes, it will only kill more people.

The most important thing is that the human race was like a ghost before, not being noticed by anyone, and the advantage of being concerned has completely disappeared. Their position is clearly exposed in front of all races, and the range of migration is transparent in the eyes of other races. of.

When facing Roland, apart from tentatively asking about the other party's purpose, Rick did not ask questions like Xinke or Jibril.

He knew very well that asking random questions was a dangerous thing.

Rick originally planned to use this irresistible obedience as bait, and when there was really nothing to do, use that trump card to create a possibility for others to escape.

But although Roland uses human language and looks like a human, the other party is still a genuine god, and his thoughts are under the control of the other party.

This fact made the previously troubled Rick feel ridiculous about his own antics.

"Nothing can escape your eyes. I understand. I will summon the God of Victory for you."

Hearing this, Croni and Jibril both looked over with surprised eyes.

Humans actually have the means to call upon gods?

"Don't get me wrong...this is just my guess. Even if it is true, it is only a unilateral means. Whether it can get a response depends on the will of the God of Victory."

Rick smiled bitterly and waved his hand.

Humanity's understanding of the God of Victory is even lower than that of other races, but as the first person to talk to the God of Victory, combined with the opponent's glorious record over the years, the grown-up Rick has roughly deduced the opponent's identity. True meaning.

Although it may be just a joke, he did promise that if he wanted to win, he would call his name.

Most people cannot connect that violent posture with protection, but in Rick's view, what best represents the nature of the God of Victory is the changeable posture.

With that kind of dedication to victory shown by that god, Rick didn't think that the other party would lie about this kind of thing.

But after he obtained this method, he still chose to hide this secret in his heart and never used it even once.

After all, humans have nothing to give back to the gods.

Although I don’t know why the God of Victory didn’t create a family of his own, humans must not really have the arrogant idea that they have a dependent relationship with each other.

The weak never claims the rights of the strong.

The reason why he chooses to obey Roland now is the same as the reason why he chose to become the backbone of the founding of the Kingdom of Elkia at a young age.

It's not something as simple as duty, obligation, or compassion.

Rick did all this just to survive, and he realized this when he witnessed the God of Victory cutting into pieces an attack that should have completely destroyed his hometown due to a whim.

God is inherently unreasonable, and He has never been qualified to refuse.

Rick pondered for a while, moved his lips, and pronounced the name in an extremely small voice.

The next moment, Roland raised his head and looked at the open door of the palace.

There, the huge storm swept up everything around it and moved in the direction of Roland in a spiral shape.

This is not a natural phenomenon, but an incarnation of the gods.

But compared to the wild boar Roland encountered before, the aura and power contained in this strong wind were dozens of times greater than that of a single incarnation.

The person who came did not hide his appearance. He was a handsome young man wearing a long robe that trailed on the ground.

The clouds rolled away by the tornado finally allowed the sky to breathe, and the bright sunshine shone down, reflecting a warm gleam on the young man's body.

All around him was the slowly dissipating breeze.

"In this case, I met what I wanted. It seems that Mithras is still protecting me."

The young man made the opening remarks in a cheerful tone and high spirit.

He stared at Roland, and the slight smile on his face gradually turned into a fierce and wild smile, like a child.

"Very good! You are an excellent warrior," the young man glanced at everything around him, but there was an obvious bitter smile on his face.

"However, you didn't bother to go to those two gods first. It seems that this was a premeditated attack by you. I didn't expect that as a military god, I would also lose the opportunity. Although this is also worthy of happiness, I still I’m curious about your reasons.”

Even ordinary people can clearly feel the powerful power in that slender body.

Although he has the same human appearance as Roland, there is a decisive difference between the two. The boy's face is too delicate, like a Bodhisattva. It is an appearance imitated based on a human face, and it is a work of art more beautiful than a human being.

Everyone around them almost held their breath, and even Jibril didn't speak without permission.

At this point, the identity of the other party has become obvious.

But Roland still maintained the detached attitude before, looking down at the young god in front of him, and said lightly.

"Isn't the reason obvious? You are the god of disobedience, and I want to be the god-killer, that's all."

"Hahahaha! Yes! That's right!"

The young god laughed loudly, "Then, before asking for your name, even I have to state my name first!"

"I am the god of victory, the sword god who kills dragons, the undefeated god of war,

——Welesrana. "