Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"boom--!!!"

The terrifying friction sound echoed in the air, echoing in Jibril's ears. Such a powerful sound was enough to shatter the strong body of the beastman into pieces, but this was just the movement of the dragon king named Final Dragon. That’s all.

The towering mountains are constantly moving, staggering and rising, turning into shapes similar to creatures.

And below the mountains, there are huge waves that rise together, but then fall quickly under the influence of gravity.

The waves roared and roared, rising from the ground and rolling towards the surroundings.

They squeezed one after another, expanding the already deep strait again and rolling up countless gray dust.

But compared to that huge body, these waves that rolled back were too slender and too small. They broke at the touch of a finger. In the blink of an eye, they turned into white waves and fell into the deep ravine under the dragon's body. middle.

The light cast from the sky was obscured, leaving only an endless darkness.

That is the body of the dragon that covers the sky and the sun.

This is the first dragon spirit species that was born from the remains of the divine species that created the world and inherited the power of the other party. It is also the strongest dragon king.

The final dragon, Hatirem.

It is not that Jibril has never hunted dragon spirits. She has also met Yan Long, who is also a dragon king, several times. However, compared with the body that makes the sky dim, the two dragon kings are not at the same level.

She also finally realized why the Final Dragon was considered by other races in the past to be strong enough to be on par with Lord Artosh.

In the past, she felt that this kind of pitiful idea was only the result of a group of imbecile races who could not truly understand how powerful Artesio was, so that in order to save their own self-esteem, they would put things that were not worthy of their name into high places.

Only now did Jibril understand the origin of this statement.

It's not because those races have no vision, but the dragon king in front of them has gone beyond the level they can understand. Jibril realized from the aura escaping from this huge body that even the gods could not hurt him. other side.

When the opponent doesn't take the initiative to attack, but you can't even break through the defense, it's meaningless to argue about who is stronger, the God of War or the Final Dragon, because they are not even qualified to judge.

This desperate gap makes the so-called sixteen races more like small fish and shrimps designed to set off the power of the Dragon King and the God of War.

Roland stood erect, his eyes like ancient wells, calm and calm. The strong wind blew the cold breath from his body, and the power that caused the surrounding space and time to distort continued to spread, but none of these could stir up the waves in his eyes.

He did not show any surprise at Hatirem's power, nor did he have any consciousness that he had just declared war.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, because what little Jeep said was very interesting, I just chatted with her for a while."

Although it was still some distance away from the valley just now, it was nothing compared to Hatirem's huge body.

The same is true for Hatirem. Contrary to its huge body, its aura is very yet surprisingly peaceful. It lazily moves its huge dragon eyes and stares at Jibril.

"It doesn't matter. I haven't seen such glorious wings for a long time. It's really worth marveling at. In my eternal life, I actually have the opportunity to see the wings of trouble. It seems that the empty god has not changed at all."

But that kind of unconscious and arrogant speech still angered Jibril. Although she was not loyal to Artosh, she always had a similar view and believed that sooner or later, she would pull Artosh off the throne, but This is completely different from Artosh being looked down upon.

Especially since the other party was a miserable loser, and it was only because of Artosh's kindness that he survived.

With a smile that was distorted by anger, Jibril tried her best to suppress the urge to release the power she had accumulated these days again, and said angrily.

"Except for the reptiles in front of me speaking words that I can't understand at all, I don't see any unnecessary troubles."

"oh?"

Hatirem's voice was full of heartfelt exclamation, and his eyes were filled with joy, and then the space began to shake.

"I see. Did you smear everything around you so quickly?"

The Dragon King, whose laughter was enough to make the space shake, said affirmatively, and even the ancient language from before began to change into the human language that Roland was familiar with.

"Xiao Yuyi, your shining light is enough to move me. If I have made you unhappy, I apologize to you, but I will not take back my words. The truth is the truth."

"The emptiness of Artho comes from its concept. As a god, he is destined to be bound by such shackles. Compared with that, the kid holding the sword is much richer in emotions."

Hatirem stared at Jibril, his eyes like an intellectual old scholar observing some incredible phenomenon.

"However, judging from the way you were dyed, he will probably take off this empty title in the future."

"Communicating with lizards is indeed an unsolvable problem,"

When Jibril heard this, her smile became even brighter.

"I'm really looking forward to the tragic scene of you being attacked by the power of collapse before your defeat."

Hatirem understood what Jibril meant.

"In other words, Yuyi, do you think you have found a way to defeat me?"

"Of course," Jibril smiled confidently without fear: "Dragon elves are powerful beyond the limits of common sense, but after seeing through this trick, you who don't know the limits can't escape the fate of self-destruction. "

The essence of the dragon essence is reflected time and space, and the body is just a container for the convergence of time and space to stay.

But because of this, if the scales are penetrated, as long as a little power is injected into the container, it will be infinitely amplified, eventually causing its own destruction.

"Although I can't do it, with Roland's power, without the cover of deception, I will definitely win."

After saying this, Jibril suddenly felt a comfortable touch on her head.

Roland, who was very interested just now, rubbed Jibril's head, which was a little funny.

"Although I appreciate your confidence in me and the outcome of victory is indeed destined, the process of the crusade is completely wrong."

"Eh?"

Jibril was stunned and looked at Roland with some confusion.

"You are not wrong about the secret of the dragon elves. Even if you face other dragon elves, including the only remaining dragon king, this idea is not useless, but it will not work against Hatirem."

"When fighting, you will study as a weakling, but once you win, you will easily get carried away. Looking down on others is also your weakness."

Roland explained in a gentle voice: "The essence of this method is to destroy itself after being run away by a force that cannot be controlled. But if Hatirem is really just a person like other dragon spirits, shouldn't it have died in Al? Is it in Texiu’s hands?”

Artosh has defeated the Final Dragon. This is an iron-clad fact. And combined with the nature of the dragon essence, Artosh's defeat cannot be stopped after just breaking Hatirem's scales. He must confirm that he can break the scales of Hatirem. Only when the body is used as a container and the wounds are truly left behind can one be satisfied.

And if the power of the God of War echoes in the container, even the body of the final dragon will never be able to escape the fate of destruction.

"But since it hasn't perished, doesn't it mean..."

The look of confusion on Jibril's face was replaced by surprise, and she hesitated to speak.

Roland leisurely added what the young girl had not finished saying.

"The time it can be restrained is far longer than that of ordinary dragon spirits. In fact, this matter is proactive for Hatirem, because it has a high probability of being able to include the moment of its birth and even the moment of death. It’s within my control.”

"A keen eye."

Hatirem admitted this with a cheerful voice.

This means that even if it suffers an attack that will really hurt itself, it will not self-destruct like other dragon spirits. Even if it encounters a situation like a siege by a spirit species, when the enemy exhausts its strength to break through all his defenses. , and have to face his real second blood bar. If it is not destroyed before then, all previous efforts will be in vain.

This is the reason why Hatirem can be called the strongest. He does not need to use slave dragons to make up for the weakness of the dragon elf being afraid of siege like other dragon kings.

Except for the true strongest, it is invincible.

The cruel facts made Jibril feel indignant and frightened, but before these two emotions spread, they turned into indescribable feelings in Roland's words.

"It's not your fault, little Jeep. Your idea is correct. It's just that you are limited by conditions and vision and can't find the elements that can work around it. Given the same conditions for us, I won't doubt that you will Winning is something to be proud of.”

Obviously he is the one who really wants to face the final dragon, but he still has the mood to comfort himself. In terms of arrogance, Lord Roland is no less arrogant than me, right?

Jibril chewed these words over and over, but did not speak them out to refute Roland. Instead, she savored the wonderful feeling mixed in her heart. The excitement in her eyes became more and more strange. In the end, she just folded her wings obediently. , landed behind Roland.

Unpredictable changes…

Looking at Jibril, who was gradually running wild after breaking away from the Flügel setting, and even starting to get rid of the shackles of fate, Hatirem smiled happily, and then looked at Roland, who was also looking over.

"Looking for the unknown of the lost soul, welcome, I have been waiting for you here for fifteen thousand years."

"The ability to see the future is really a rip-off," Roland sighed and shrugged, "So, this is also the reason why you were let go by Artex?"

"That's right," Hatirem breathed heavily, "All dragon elves can see the future to a certain extent. Generally speaking, the more relevant the future is to them, the clearer it is, so we are not sure about this. There’s not much desire for a big battle.”

As the dragon in charge of time and eternal life, dragon spirits can basically predict when their own death will come.

Time cannot escape the shackles of the web of fate. Because of its own nature, Hatirem knows this better than others of its kind.

The reason why it chose to participate in the war was not because it wanted to resist or adapt, but simply because it wanted to witness.

As the strongest dragon, it, like Artosh, wants to understand what it means to be the strongest.

Therefore, after knowing that he would be defeated by Artosh, Hatirem took the initiative to step into the whirlpool of fate, and was happy to get what he wanted.

"When I noticed that my destined death fate would fluctuate fifteen thousand years later, I begged Artex to spare my life."

Hatirem said calmly: "In the logic of continuous time, people who transcend time and space can actually appear. For our existence, this turn of events is like a miracle sent by God. We must try it."

"Out of compassion for the weak and curiosity about the other world, Artosh also leniently agreed to my request."

"So, what is your purpose?"

Roland raised his own question.

"It depends on you." Haretim said warmly, "After changing my own destiny, this is the end of my destiny. Only you, who are unpredictable, can lead my destiny to the same unpredictable direction. The ending, this one-time experience, is really curious.”

Hatirem didn't lie. He could even accept death calmly. He didn't even resist when faced with his fate, which allowed Artesiu to control his strength. The aftermath only destroyed the mountain that was originally located here. Otherwise, the two The noise of fighting between people is not so small.

"Really? But my answer is still not going to change. You are a strong person who will hinder me, and you are also a chess piece that I must get on the way forward."

Roland said without hesitation, "So, I'm going to kill you."

"Hahaha——!" After a brief moment of astonishment, Hatirem laughed, raised his head and raised his wings. "I'm rude. How can a warrior who tries to control time and surpass the universe stop moving forward?"

"Since we are on the battlefield, fighting is the only truth."

Time and space began to distort, and Hatirem's huge body rose rapidly. Like the Flügel, it was difficult to push such a huge weight, even its pair of wings that seemed to cover the world.

By fixing one's own coordinates and repelling time and space to move, this is the usual method of dragon spirits.

When a strong man like Hatirem moves, the surrounding space and time are spontaneously torn apart and distorted.

"However, be careful! Strong man! What you are facing is no longer the Hatirem who was destined by fate in the past! Compared with the original me, the fifteen thousand years I have spent waiting for you are too long. It has indeed become my strength!”

The world roared wildly, the ocean beneath their feet was boiling, the sky was falling apart in flames, and even the void could not withstand such power, and cracks burst out.

Hatirem roared.

"Just see with your own eyes the posture of the most powerful dragon after evolution!"

Such a familiar scene reminded Roland subconsciously of Enkidu, who was once known as the Lock of the Sky. The scene at this moment was the same as the opponent's posture when he released the Noble Phantasm.

Then, in Roland's excited eyes, Hatirem spoke out the prelude to the war in obscure language.

Unmeasurable and unfathomable, the majestic etheric magic power came out of his body.

"Crush it—!"

Just a simple word caused an invisible storm to rise from the earth, awakening the breath of the planet.

The next moment, everything in the world spontaneously rushed towards Roland, swallowing him up in a light that could shake the times, and disappeared without a trace.