Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

In terms of difficulty of conquering, Veleslana is the most difficult spirit that Roland has encountered so far.

Even the red contract spirit cannot resist the Key of All Spirits due to its own nature. After solving the chaos caused by it, it is easy to capture.

And unlike Lilith and True Name, who are essentially good-natured spirits, Welleslana really planned to live and die with Roland. But on the contrary, after defeating him, Roland also gained what he has gained so far. A most generous gift.

Without hesitation, Roland made a thought and issued an order towards the Key of All Spirits.

——Contract Veleslana.

Strong power poured into Roland's body again, forging his muscles bit by bit, and the total amount of magic power he could output was also increased again.

In the past, his highly adaptable body would expand the output limit of Roland's container itself after each higher-intensity battle. In the battle with Scathach, Roland was able to crush the Kingdom of Shadows in one breath. The unimpeded explosion and the majestic magic power that can be fired again after a hard fight are inseparable from this matter.

This is also an important reason why Roland still surpasses Veleslana, who has multiple divine marrows, in terms of total magic power after having two identities sealed.

Therefore, while his body was still digesting the experience and traces of this battle, he could clearly feel the difference from before.

"The growth of magic power and the strength of the body have increased..."

If it used to be like a gushing mountain spring water, now it is at least like a stream.

Although the amplitude is not large, it can make his already perfect body produce this feeling. The body of the God of Disobedience is indeed unique.

The most obvious one is the body that has accelerated its recovery speed due to the chaotic battlefield marks around it. They are adjusting their bodies little by little, allowing their keen combat intuition to take over their rationality.

Although nothing can be called difficult for Roland today, there is no doubt that his talent and instinct for fighting have once again been infinitely improved.

However, it is unknown whether this change was born from the roots of the Godslayer world, or whether it was a change brought about by the power of Veleslana's fighting nature.

Roland closed his eyes and felt the power deep in his body.

Thanks to the experience of devouring the Holy Lord in the past, Veleslana's incarnation divine power was quickly filled into the body as a pure concept as the cornerstone. However, unlike the last Holy Lord, Veleslana was absorbing After absorbing the divine essence given by the world, he has adapted to its rules, causing the advantages of the alien world he came from to disappear.

Therefore, even if he harvests his power, Roland only intends to use it as a prop like Black Shadow or even Karmic Sin.

"An unexpected surprise..."

Roland felt connected to the incarnation, like the essence of the arm.

Absorbing Welleslana as a bonded spirit is much more sophisticated than the dark sacrifice used by the native witch Pandora. Roland not only avoids the subtlety of obtaining a young girl's mother out of thin air, but also avoids the disadvantages of the God Killer.

The power of the young god became his power without any barriers, without any restrictions, and because of the difference in output power, the upper limit of the power of the ten incarnations in his hands was even better than that in the hands of Veleslana. The essence closely related to the incarnation has also been washed away.

Moreover, Veleslana also has a characteristic that is very compatible with him, which further contributes to this phenomenon.

"Variety……"

Roland slightly raised the corner of his mouth as he looked at the spirit that maintained the balance of power spontaneously like a fish in water and continuously added buffs to him.

The depth of the concept cannot be described by superficial words.

Just as war and victory can point to the strongest, change will not be a simple change. At least Roland now has a more mysterious understanding of the power of incarnation.

Coupled with the warrior's golden sword, which has a very good upper limit special attack, Roland's harvest this time is quite generous.

In this case, even the influence and digestion conditions of Veleslana were nothing.

Roland's eyes flashed slightly, comprehending the information given by the Key of All Souls.

——Qingling [Weleslana] (contracted)

Symptoms: You have a heroic temperament all over your body. When you stand in the light, this impression will directly cover the imagination of the hero of the witnesses.

Impact: Veleslana's protection will greatly increase your enthusiasm for victory. If there is no more important reason, you will not refuse the challenge launched in pursuit of victory under fair rules. In addition, for excellent warriors , you will always appreciate them unconsciously.

Empower:

The God of Disobedience: You can always resist the constraints imposed by fate or the world. On the contrary, the higher your resistance, the less able you are to hide your true nature.

War God of the East: You gain the power from Veleslana. As long as you wish, you can freely change the postures of the ten incarnations, or combine their powers.

The blessing of victory: No matter what you do, whether the enemy is strong or weak, you will unconsciously grasp the possibility of victory, whether it is a small game or a big fight.

Digestion requirements: Take away the defeat that was left in Artosh's hands and become the strongest in the world with all the victories in his hands.

Although the quantity of abilities that Welleslana could bestow on Roland was small, the quality was unparalleled. As far as Roland's self-feeling was concerned, compared to other bonded spirits, it was just the remaining essence, or even though he devoted himself to everything. The purple contract spirit was given to Roland, but still had a contractual connection to ensure his individual existence.

This young god readily handed over everything he had, from magic power to physical strength to power. Even if he was just an ordinary person before, after signing the contract, he could instantly gain the same power as Veleslana himself.

In the face of this gift, Veleslana's influence is not worth mentioning. With the isolation of the AT force field, Roland has been able to control the influence of the spirit very well.

But equally, the conditions for completely obtaining this power are the most specific and demanding that Roland has ever seen.

To become the strongest in the world, you must defeat Artosh, but it is almost impossible to do this without obtaining the Star Cup.

Although Veleslana's power is the most critical part of Roland's plan, from a rational point of view, although the difficulty is not as high as changing from an ordinary person to a god-killer, it is not much different.

"Win or die."

As the incarnation of concepts, even though the gods can be quite inflexible at times, their aura is irresistible.

Roland looked at the looming Kingdom of Elkia in the distance, his eyes flashing slightly.

Next, I will first use the human race as the vanguard to test whether the two divine races who want to stay out of the matter are qualified to be used by me.

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Abant Heim.

In this world cut off from the outside world, no matter what changes occur in the outside world, they cannot affect the scenery inside.

So many people don't know that in this world polluted by spiritual corpses, the place with the most beautiful environment is not the domain of the forest god Kainas, but the home of the Flügel.

But now, the girls with wings looked at the shaking sky and buildings around them in shock. However, facing this kind of scene that they had never seen in their long lives, the girls who were born as a fighting race did not react. Pretend to be ready to attack.

Because their talents can clearly sense that the source of this kind of mutation comes from the throne of the Creator.

There had been no movement there for many years. Even the last time the God of Victory came to challenge, Artesio just crossed directly to the outside world, crushed the opponent's incoming golden sword with a clean move, and knocked the young man away. The gods' figures were scattered and transformed into mythical beasts with different postures.

Their chirping voices stopped and their expressions became solemn, but more people turned their curious eyes to the outside world, trying to figure out the source of the roaring sound made by their creator.

"My Lord..."

Azrael raised his head while holding his breath, and his mood was unusually intense.

Just a moment ago, she was in a narrow room, respectfully reporting the news of the past few days to her beloved master, but the next moment, this place turned into a wide space.

Just because the peerless God of War stood up quietly, you must know that in these hundreds of thousands of years, no matter what achievements the Flügels have achieved or what changes have occurred in the power of this planet, he has not yet Never left his throne.

After realizing this action, to be honest, Azriel was so frightened that her head went blank.

Because at this stop alone, the time, space, and even the law of cause and effect around Artesio were distorted, creating a space thousands of times wider than the original palace. In the face of such a powerful force, Azrael could only feel As small as an ant.

"Unexpectedly, he actually killed the final dragon and the little devil holding victory in one breath."

Artex proudly looked down at the distant scenery, as if he was experiencing the remaining power.

"Comer from another world, how will you behave next time? Can you be strong enough to kill me too?"

His voice was filled with anticipation and joy.

But after hearing his words, Azriel became speechless.

Killed both the Final Dragon and the God of Victory in one go?

Although Azriel didn't want to admit that the two were as famous as her master, as the first Flügel to be born and always by Artosh's side, she was very aware of their value.

To put it mildly, he is the strongest goalkeeper.

If you can compete with them, you can call yourself the second strongest in the world with a clear conscience. However, these two people all fell in less than a day.

For those who have the ability to do this, it is almost obvious what they will do next.

"My lord, please forgive my offence, please allow me to lead the Flügel to bring Jibril back, and cooperate with you in the most complete manner to meet the challenger."

Azriel would not doubt whether Artosh would win, and was willing to sit back and ignore the unknown threat as ordered last time. But when it came to Jibril, she really couldn't calm down.

As the strongest Flügel, she initially only used herself as a tool to carry out her mission, ruling the machine called the Flügel with a cold and ruthless attitude.

And it was Jibril who made her truly named Azriel.

If Artosh, who gave her life, is her father, then Jibril is her sister. To Azriel, both of them are relatives beyond companions.

For Jibril, Azriel even did the disrespectful act of eavesdropping on the conversation between the thrones.

In this world where the signs of the end of the war have begun to appear, she really can't rest assured that her unreliable sister is walking alone in the outside world. This is not an undue worry. Without her unnecessary follow-up, Jibril would have died in the first place. He died when he challenged the dragon spirit species once. If she hadn't arrived in time the successful time, they would have died together at best.

"There is no need, the extra individual has decided to rebel against me."

"Little Jeep..."

Azrael almost lost her breath when she heard the news of Jibril's rebellion. She almost tried her best to suppress the urge to shout out, her face was full of shock.

However, the God of War didn't care and even showed a rare smile.

"Individual No. 1, you don't need to worry about her safety. Even without his protection, there will be no problem with the extra individual. She is no longer the one who only relies on the power I gave her to fight. In that challenger With her by her side, she can experience more precious fights and sharpen her soul. This kind of growth makes me feel very gratified."

No...it's just because of that unknown guy that I'm worried!

Azriel opened her mouth, but said nothing. She didn't even dare to doubt the Creator's words, but lowered her head in a daze.

Such a serious crime has exceeded her bottom line, no matter how special Jibril is.

"My lord, this is an unforgivable act. Please let me bring her head back."

Azrael stood up expressionlessly and said coldly.

"There is no need for this. I just want her to be like this. How many people in this world can have the thought of 'I must kill him' towards me? Let me look forward to her performance. .”

"yes……"

Now that the master has spoken, she has no reason to refuse.

Azriel stood up in fear and walked towards the outside world blankly. When she came to her senses again, the surroundings had turned into the red sky of the outside world.

"Little Jeep..."

There was still some shocking emotion on the girl's upright and pretty face. She murmured her sister's name, with a touch of determination in her eyes.

Even Jibril and Azrael could not forgive her for actually wanting to be an enemy of Lord Artosh and also want to kill the Lord.

However, since the master's permission has been obtained, there is still room for change in this matter.

When it came to fighting the enemy who had killed the Final Dragon and the God of Victory, Azriel was not confident, but she was just looking for an opportunity to abduct Jibril, so there was still a chance of success.

"First, we must obtain detailed information."

Azriel recalled the recent information and maps in her mind, and flew in the direction where the recent fluctuations in the spiritual body were the most violent.

Just like she would kill Jibril for Artex, she would also be willing to disobey her master's orders in order to save her sister's life.

As long as Jibril can be brought back to Abant Heim before this idea becomes an established fact, there is still room for maneuver in this matter.

"Little Jeep, you really went too far this time... so"

Azriel murmured to herself, turning her inner determination into powerful words.

"——Even if I break your hands and feet, I will bring you back!"