Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

In the absence of attribute restraint or if the strength is not at the same level at all, the gap between the strong can only affect the quality of the battle, but cannot determine life or death.

Roland, who has multiple personalities, wants to destroy Welleslana, but he still has to be at close range to achieve the greatest benefit. Otherwise, before all the magic power is consumed and the Anti-Messiah is restrained, Weller Slanar can grind against him for a long time using his immortality.

After all, he is the God of Disobedience, not a god-killer who usurps divine power. There is no restriction that the incarnation can only be used once a day.

But both of them knew that the moment the Spear of Longinus was thrown, the victory was already established.

As Veleslana said before, as long as Roland, who has had his personality sealed and lost all his power, is still alive, he himself is the beginning of civilization. If Artosh hadn't personally taken action, Veleslana would have been nothing more than It can make Roland's will fall into chaos, start to split like EVA's original work, and become an apostle or even a human being, creating a new world.

And because many factors of magic modification were added to Roland's growth process, compared to EVA, the apostles and humans born because of Roland are probably much more terrifying. Those new lives will be eager to complete themselves under the aggregation of instincts, until Roland until recovery.

Therefore, even though this God-killing Spear was not obtained from Xingyue, it is a causal weapon that contains concepts like a Noble Phantasm, but a spiritual equipment derived from Roland's completed apostle's body.

This chaotic nature makes Veleslana's immortality completely uncontestable.

The flying red spiritual skeletons were mixed in the raging air current, scattered like raindrops, flying like snowflakes, slowly covering the loser's body and falling back to the earth.

Only the young man standing in the sky remained pure.

"I look forward to it."

Roland looked at Veleslana's slowly passing body, and he also had a friendly attitude towards the god who had brought him joy and path, even though he had just stabbed Veleslana's heart with a gun.

Finally, in his calm eyes, the figure of the God of Victory also turned into a point of light.

"Qiling Veleslana, recovered."

"Lord Roland!"

Long-lost messages emerged from Roland's thoughts, and Jibril's excited shouts also came over, but whether it was the message from the new bonded spirit or the girl's call, Roland had no time to pay attention at this moment.

He took a long breath, panted softly, and his face became a little pale.

In the original work, the Spear of Longinus was made from the roots of the Tree of Life that were born after the apostles were united, so it was able to penetrate the AT stance and even crush the source of life of the apostles.

But to have a fatal effect on an existence like Veleslana, Roland can only use his vitality and spirit as fuel to cause the magic to burn, and use his own flesh and blood as the material to forge it.

After losing both Beast and Infinity, delivering such a killing blow was a serious burden for him.

Coupled with the action of using the grid of time to block Veleslana, as well as the previous use of Lope's spell and limited control of wild boars, such a large amount of consumption in a short period of time made Roland feel a lot of fatigue.

"No wonder the power of a perpetual motion machine is desired by so many people. From this point of view, I was really a little overwhelmed with blessings before."

Roland sighed softly, watching the endless power begin to flow through his body again as his personality was unsealed.

The consumption of Veleslana's fatal kill before him was just a small problem that could be recovered in a short time in the face of this infinity.

The power of the perpetual motion machine was not prominent in Roland's past memories. Even before that, Roland's attention to it was more of an accessory product to sublimate the soul and body and resolve the influence of the spirit.

Roland smiled noncommittally. Ever since he embarked on this path, he has never been troubled by the issue of magic power. The soul of the Holy Lord and the body of the apostle, these two options are enough to make him squander magic power like a prodigal. After Dicuo learned how to use magic power better, this consumption became even smaller.

After the Earth Trouble ended, the infinity formed by the combination of the third method of the soul's perpetual motion machine and the life's perpetual motion machine S2 made Roland forget what consumption was, so that in the later Xingyue, his must-kill They all tend to use big bricks to fly.

But it was during the battle with the same character that Roland truly realized how valuable she was.

His body was like a traveler who had walked in the desert for a day and encountered an oasis. He wanted to greedily absorb this pure and surging magic power, almost to the point of bursting.

But Roland deliberately suppressed this desire and still allowed it to recover according to its normal state.

It was power and knowledge that pursued him, not the other way around.

Strength is just a means to keep moving forward. Putting the cart before the horse is a more terrifying thing than further failure, because then there is no turning back.

As one of the few enemies who allowed himself to use all his methods, he still cherished what he had gained from the opponent, and he had not noticed the weaknesses and experiences in the past.

The AT stance of isolating everything can make him resistant to any external interference, but it cannot change his own heart. Only by defeating his weak self can he complete the true complement.

"This is really the first time I'm in such a mess..."

After shaking his hands, Roland turned his head and looked at the girl next to him.

While he and Veleslana were squandering pure magic power just now, Jibril also gained some benefits from it, and she looked a year or two older. However, although her eyes were full of curiosity, Jibril remained obedient and held Roland's arm, but did not speak as usual.

"Although it is just the aftermath of the dissipation, the violence of this power is still beyond the control of ordinary beings. You have done a good job of being able to weave a spell to utilize it in real time,"

Roland praised frankly.

"Well, before you ask me, in exchange, I also want to ask you a question..."

Before Roland's question could be answered, Jibril lightly flapped the wings around her waist and shook her head firmly as if she had realized something.

"Lord Roland, I have never felt this kind of disappointment towards you."

"Why?"

Roland blinked and smiled slightly.

"I just said before that I would challenge your creator Artho, but as a result, I was already a little embarrassed in the battle with the God of Victory. It is only natural that I think I am too arrogant."

"If this idea arises just because of the difference in strength, then it is impossible for me to kill that lizard. Could it be that the gap between you and Lord Artex is greater than that between me and that lizard?"

"It won't be a problem now."

The average dragon spirit species has the power to match the lower god species, and can instantly kill a single Flügel. There is a huge gap between Roland and Artosh at the moment, but they will not be killed instantly when they meet.

"Then will you give up challenging Lord Artosh just because of this gap?"

"Absolutely not. In other words, I have no other choice but to defeat that guy."

The Star Cup is something Roland is determined to obtain. Before killing Hatirem, his ultimate goal in this world is to kill Artosh.

"If that's the case, why should I be disappointed?"

Jibril showed a longing smile and stared at Roland's face seriously.

Ever since she was created, Jibril has been pursuing the miracle that can make the impossible possible.

In this world where the strong are always strong and the weak can only stay together for warmth, the race that just wants to survive cannot understand the sentiment of believing in miracles.

Because that is the experience they gained from the painful lessons of the past. The Flügel can instantly kill the forest elves, but they cannot kill the dragon elves without forming a group to fight... Are these things true?

Of course it's true.

But is it impossible for these invisible reputations to be overturned?

Jibril would never admit it.

She wants to turn around these disparate things little by little until she sees the whole world. This is the meaning and joy of her existence.

Therefore, Jibril could only respect Artosh, the Creator, but not obey him.

The huge gap in strength can only prove the strength of the other party, but cannot be called her god.

Even wild beasts know that they can sense the difference between strong and weak, and avoid it at the right time, or show their claws and fangs. Can't the sixteen races with intelligence do better than the beasts?

There is nothing to blame for the weak to worship and obey the strong, but if she regards it as an absolute rule and loses the courage to pursue pleasure, she will never regard him as her master.

And now, Jibril finally confirmed Roland's qualifications.

His possibilities and will are infinite.

"So, when you raise a flag against the strongest god, please let me be your force that penetrates his heart. No matter the final result is life or death, I will greet that happy ending with satisfaction. .”

Jibril crossed her hands and lowered her head towards Roland. The geometric light wheel with shining light also moved to the back of her head, and the wings around her waist folded unconsciously.

Roland looked at the blushing girl in astonishment. Based on the information he had received previously, he could recognize that this was a gesture of Flügel expressing absolute loyalty.

Although he had this idea in mind when he took Jibril with him, he didn't expect that this somewhat failed battle would become the last straw.

I seem to be a little too good at attracting demonic girls. Am I really that twisted?

Roland raised his eyes and touched Jibril's silky hair.

"Even if you want to refuse, I won't let you escape... But Artex is your creator after all. Isn't it a bit too quick to do so?"

Hearing Roland's question, the girl subconsciously looked towards the boundless sky. Since ancient times, the peerless God of War has been sitting on the throne of the sky, observing everything on the earth.

So has the battle here attracted his attention?

What kind of expression did he show when he saw another challenger who could stand in the sky and end the vacancy of the throne?

Jibril raised her head and laughed softly: "Although other Flügels may not understand it, I can be sure that being ripped off from that throne is exactly what he has been looking forward to. It's better to say, For Lord Artex, my sacrifice this time may be more in line with his wishes."

"Although I understand what you mean, using this term makes it seem that Artex's hobby is too weird." The corner of Roland's mouth twitched and he followed Jibril's gaze.

"Then it's time to prepare for the next step."

Hearing this, Jibril frowned and spoke softly.

"With all due respect, Lord Roland, although I don't know if you have any hidden cards that have not been exposed, but from my humble perspective, your chances of winning now..."

"It's not that high, is it?"

Roland shrugged, with a ferocious smile on his lips.

"But it is precisely because of this that the challenge is worthwhile. What's more, the enemy is waiting for me like a villain. If I waste his kindness like this, even I will not forgive myself. Before challenging him , let me unify the other races a little bit first...well, let's start with the human race."

"Do those weaklings really have the value to participate? Compared to other gods, you treat this war as if it were a game?"

Jibril smiled bitterly, with a complicated expression of surprise and admiration on her face, and then made this comment.

Even though she is already very enlightened, her arrogance towards weaker races is still engraved in her bones. Unless the enemy shows true value, the ordinary Jibril will be even worse than the average Flügel.

Roland's behavior of collecting chess pieces one by one and then fighting in a decisive battle is just like a player who wants to achieve achievements and fun.

"This sentence is actually a bit biased. The strength of power is closely related to how its owner uses it. What's more, the potential of other races is far greater than you imagine."

Even Roland, who has only watched the theatrical version, knows that the potential of the sixteen races cannot be described by data on paper.

They are a race created from the concept of gods born from their roots, and their characteristics are fully revealed in front of Roland, who has a global perspective.

The Void Zero Protection of the Forest Elves and the Marrow Explosion of the Goblins, although officials believe that the combined power of these races is far inferior to the power of Artosh.

But considering that they are as strong as ants, this possibility is enough to make Roland tempted.

As long as they are used properly, they will inevitably become an important factor in Roland penetrating Artosh's heart.

You know, the straw that breaks the camel's back is often the last straw. As for joining forces, would it be unfair?

This put no psychological pressure on Roland, who had to hold on to a hand in the Holy Grail War that completely crushed him. He was too stable.

"Besides, war is also a dirty game, right? In that case, isn't it natural for me to become a dirtier player?"

Roland showed a cynical smile and cast his eyes slightly on the Key of All Souls in his hand.

"However, before that, I have to give this guy a good shake."

——Qingling [Weleslana] (uncontracted)