Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

For a magic sword built with the power of the root, such a huge mass must have a huge source of transformation.

The original Slashing Emperor in Shape Moon will continue to chip away at the mass of the earth while growing in size, until the planet is completely destroyed.

But this magic sword forged in the world of game life is completely different.

Whether it's Starkiller, God Strike, the invested Divine Essence, the joint Sky Strike of the Flügels, the aces of many races, or even the least worth mentioning battleship in the material, if you give them a certain amount of time, they can still do it. Make this planet tremble.

Not to mention that it also combines Roland's power of desire as the core, and its mass itself is many times larger than the planet.

Although the form of expression is the same, the principles of its composition are completely different. From the fact that time and space are shattered and collapsed in the huge mass, leaving only the final black sword body, you can get a glimpse of the essence of this spiritual equipment.

The world-eating magic sword.

Every time it dances, it devours the very existence that makes up the world.

Time, space, matter, and soul are nourished by the endless universe. This retrograde heart seed is expanding at a speed that exceeds thinking.

The roaring sword light continued to bloom, and there were only miserable ruins under the area it touched.

The deep sword marks carved out traces like meteors in the universe, filling the foundation of existence with its own darkness. As more and more energy was devoured, something grew in the void of the sword body. Stars as tiny as flowers.

Although the unknown figure of Artexus charging forward was already in front of him, and the sword that penetrated between the earth and the moon felt quite out of reach, Roland had not considered the distance between him and the enemy at all.

He grasped the hilt of the ferocious sword, slowly twisted his waist, and took a steady step forward, and the dark blade of the sword shot out like light.

Before Artosh could observe the current limit of slashing the emperor, the law of must-hit had already become an iron law when attacking.

No matter how the enemy changes shape, whether it is melee combat or long-range attack, it will only be within the attack range of the Slashing Emperor.

Therefore, Roland only needs to swing his sword.

When the magic sword was swung, the space turned into liquid water waves, wrapped in black, without even making a weak resistance.

Artho, who was charging, also frowned slightly in his heart. Although he still did not understand the mystery of such a behavior full of weaknesses, he did not think that an enemy with such strength and resourcefulness would make such an unwise move.

Warned by the ominous premonition in his heart, Artexu gave up on Roland and focused on the flaw in swinging the sword, tensing his muscles like a stretched bowstring.

However, blood still spurted out.

Before the heavy blood fell, it fell into the mirage-like sword edge, and this demonic sword was still not satisfied, and was ready to drive straight towards Artesio's marrow that radiated energy like the sun.

How can it be?

Slashing the Emperor did absorb more elves than he did, but by penetrating the marrow and gaining a second power out of thin air, even if he could not surpass this sword in total, he would not be inferior.

Logically speaking, no matter how sharp the sword was, it was impossible for Artex to be unable to interfere or resist at all.

However, although it was unbelievable, Artosh still made the most correct judgment. His body leaned back slightly, his arrogance rose greatly, and his tense legs also exploded instantly.

But this explosive power is not about retreat, but an attack that unleashes violence to the extreme.

"——Divine Strike!"

The twisted power turned into aurora and was released again.

He may be inferior to Roland in terms of realm, skill, and even strategy, but at the pinnacle of power, Artesio is confident that his enemies will only be on par with him at best.

So what if the power to kill the emperor is unpredictable?

Even when Roland had won the Star Cup, he didn't give up his fighting spirit. Was he going to admit defeat now?

No matter what the means, use absolute power to fight and destroy. This is the path that the strong should take.

Two suffocating terrifying auras rose into the sky, as if they were going to tear the starry sky into pieces.

The blazing white waves shot out like the blazing sun, responding to Artesio's high fighting spirit. Among the star rings composed of the shattered planet and the remains of the moon, the meteorites were attracted by the strong gravity and continued to gather, as if they had become... It's like a furnace that responds to this infinite heat.

With unstoppable momentum, Artosh made a long and deafening roar that was deafening to the survivors on the other side, but this could not change his decline.

In front of the invisible and formless Slashing Emperor like a black hole, all the energy was swallowed up without any trace of leakage, as if he had fallen into another dimension.

But this majestic power was definitely not in vain. The speed of the Emperor's swing was obviously slowed down.

Artosh also seized this opportunity and rushed in front of Roland again. He showed an excited smile like a beast and raised his fist.

Then, he hit Roland hard!

"呲——"

Even though Roland doesn't have an AT position now, he can still withstand the previous blow that shattered the moon, but he can't resist this most powerful force in exchange for death.

But there was no trace of anger on his face, and he didn't even care about the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he raised the Slash Emperor again, turning it into bright red, like a phantom as brilliant as lightning.

This blow directly ate the God of War's arm, making it impossible for the penetrated marrow to be restored no matter how much strength it exerted, as if it never existed in the first place.

In an instant, the hustle and bustle disappeared.

Roland and Artexu seemed to have turned into insects trapped in amber, tacitly ignoring everything around them. They stopped talking and just stared at the enemy in front of them.

The direction of the attack, the point of sight, and even the subtle twitching of muscles.

The two natural disasters, whose every blow was enough to destroy the planet, ignored the fine cracks that were spreading on their bodies, ignored that they were disappearing piece by piece, turning into extremely mutilated bodies, and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to this fight.

Everything fell apart in the sound of explosions, and the star rings trapped by gravity were also swept away in the pale white shock wave.

Even the source of elves that were still erupting from the star core were squeezed out. For a moment, there was only a burning torrent of energy and a sincere heart filled with murderous intent.

However, the trend of this battle can be seen from the fact that although the emperor was extremely slow, he was still expelling the original world bit by bit at a determined speed.

This is not only because the craftsmanship and characteristics of the Slashing Emperor keep Roland getting closer to Artesiu's power, but also because of the fundamental gap between the two.

realm.

The gods of concepts who are born with knowledge are naturally absolute, but they will not pay attention to things beyond concepts.

Cainas is stuck between nature and ambition, Okan is stuck in a corner, and Arteo doesn't know how to deal with unfavorable situations because he has never experienced them before.

They have more or less such shortcomings.

It's not that Roland can't understand it. He has also experienced the essence. The conceptual thing that is integrated with him not only brings power, but also has a subtle influence.

For example, karmic sin brought chaos to Roland that destroyed everything, and changes brought him chaos that subverted everything and did whatever he wanted.

As a god, the stronger the soul is, the closer it will be to this style of behavior.

But Roland is different. It is precisely because he has experienced that compared to the essence of his soul, his trivial hand fetish almost makes him lose his weakness. That is why he always suppresses his complacency in his heart and learns all the skills that will make him stronger. Become your own realm.

With control down to nanometers, Roland's power, after being condensed and unified, can hurt Artexiu who is much higher than himself. Just like the power of smashing a pebble, it can be used in a better way. Can make tall buildings collapse.

The same applies when being attacked. Whether it's reflecting energy, absorbing it, or even reducing the damage by spreading the opponent's blow throughout the body through neutralization, these are all excellent techniques.

It is precisely because of the wisdom gained when he was weak that Roland was able to exert a power far beyond his own expressive ability and survive the desperate 251 seconds, which laid the foundation for the formation of the Sword of Wisdom.

Arrogance and arrogance are two different things. Whether you can grasp hope and find changes in a difficult situation is the difference between a god of disobedience and a god-killer.

And because of this, the disobedient god will always lose to the god-killer.

Artosh was indeed extremely powerful at this moment, and every skill he used would be immediately learned by him in the intersection of war.

But being trapped in this situation of always being one step behind and letting the enemy take the initiative, even the strongest will definitely lose.

The next moment, Roland did not retreat but moved forward, facing the divine attack from Artesio. The terrifying energy that could annihilate people corroded his body. He suddenly opened his mouth, wrapped the fragments of his body with the light of his heart, and wrapped these fragments. A different kind of shining light sprays towards Artosh!

"It's just that I lost my strongest divine strike. In front of my talent, it's nothing more than that."

Seeing Artosh being directly repelled by the burning breath, Roland showed a bloody expression of joy on his face.

Without the strongest power, even if the magnitude of this move that can defeat all magic has been increased many times, it will eventually be exploited or even cracked.

"The moment you are helpless to kill the emperor, failure means you are doomed, but you don't need to care, after all."

Roland let out a playful laugh as he watched Artexiu being devoured by the Slash Emperor and his originally strong body becoming riddled with holes.

"——The most powerful god in this world, you did your best."

Artho has done the best he can.

Whether he created Jibril, who was a Flügel, but would take the initiative to learn and grow, or he let the two gods go without trying to seize the Star Cup within their reach, it all proved the efforts of the other party.

He was just trapped by his natural strength.

Because he didn't want to fall into such a cycle and become the one being replaced, Roland worked so hard to move forward and admired everything that could make him move forward.

Regardless of magic or martial arts, when he can easily destroy cities and devour gods, he is still willing to master his own power from scratch.

Anyway, these things will sooner or later become necessary factors for him to cut off all uneasiness.

"call……"

Artesio panted heavily. Although there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes, he was somewhat clear about the cause of his defeat.

"It turns out... I am the last material for that sword to become a complete form."

Looking at the 77 or 80 bits of marrow that he had eaten by the slashed emperor, as well as the karmic sins and the power of change that were turning into flames and burning on the sword, Artex smiled bitterly,

Slashing the Emperor is a magic sword that expands its power by devouring the world, using itself as the center of the world to destroy and re-cover everything in the past.

It was the physical manifestation of Roland's never-ending desire.

In front of the world, distance and defense are naturally meaningless. Unless you transcend this universe, you will be devoured by the Slash Emperor.

In order to achieve the concept of 'one for all', he turned the remaining marrow of the sixteen races into materials.

But in the previous forging, Roland did not add his newly acquired divine marrow. Originally, Artesiu thought they were insignificant conditions, but he did not expect that they would be waiting for him here.

Also, if I let go of having the strongest divine marrow and absorbing so many elves, how can this sword advance towards the realm of replacing the universe?

"The last question, although I already have the answer in my mind, I still want to get your answer."

Artexu's body gradually melted in the light, and he looked at Roland calmly, his eyes full of expectation.

"What is the strongest?"

"The strongest," Roland paused and chuckled, "If it's limited to this universe, wouldn't you know if you try it yourself now?"

"ha?"

Before Artosh could understand Roland's words, the bright golden light shattered inch by inch inside his body, dyeing the universe into brilliant gold again.

"——Qiang!"

Suddenly, the sound of metal collision resounded through the starry sky.

This is the prelude to the huge force that shatters time and space into turbulent turbulence.

In the blink of an eye, the power in Artexu's body immediately increased, increased, increased dramatically!

At this moment, the God of War was more powerful than he had ever been, so much so that even the light of the Elf Corridor was obscured, making his rock-like body become the blazing sun hanging high in the sky.

Artex looked at Roland blankly, looking at the seal that was broken in his body.

Roland took the initiative to lift the seal of the golden sword, allowing the strongest marrow to shine for the last time.

Although there was only one blow, with the Elf Corridor erupting, Artosh's power surpassed everything in the universe.

But even so, Roland still smiled and waited for his attack.

In the face of such an enemy, the loneliness of the past does not even exist, only the joy of eagerness to try.

"Hahaha!"

Artesio laughed unconsciously.

Whether this was Roland's return gift for his previous indulgence, or whether it was for the fun of crushing all his hopes, Artosh thanked him for everything from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, this is the strongest!"

Before the marrow disappeared completely, he struck his final blow.

There was no need for moves or anything like that. Artosh didn't even use his best divine strike.

Because this attack represents the strongest logic in the universe.

At this moment, the stars turned upside down and were directly separated like river water, leaving only the roaring power itself.

——The strongest battle traces are engraved in the universe.

……I won.

At the moment of taking action, when he saw Roland being swallowed up by the huge beam of light, Artosh couldn't help but have such an illusion.

Yes, an illusion.

Because before he was completely swallowed up, Roland had already swung the Slash Emperor in his hand, cutting off the light and heat that no creature should be able to resist.

"This is defeat - it turns out, it was indeed a thrilling and enjoyable battle."

Artexu looked at Roland hanging in the starry sky, holding a magic sword, and said with conviction on his steel-like face.

"There is no doubt that you are the strongest enemy."

The next moment, Artho's upper body slowly slipped from his waist and fell weakly toward the bottom of the universe.