Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"How is this possible?"

The shocking phenomenon appeared before her eyes, making Janice's blood boil. Her face flushed and she made a surprised sound.

The Apostle Cross that she was proud of, which had gathered the faith of two billion people, failed to defeat the enemy in one blow.

If Roland had simply done this, the girl would not be surprised.

After all, the other party was a key figure in the scientific field.

He created a new system with his own strength, broke the balance of the current world, and forced the Pope to personally order a crusade.

If such a person would be killed instantly, that would be a strange thing.

But...why didn't there be any damage at all?

It was not a deviation, not a collision of energy, nor a cancellation.

The power that made her Apostle Cross unable to move forward and unable to move was just a crimson hexagonal crystal wall that did not even cause a ripple.

Although Janice had used all her strength to try to smash the polygon in front of Roland and the sneer on his mouth.

But, she couldn't do it.

What can't be done is impossible.

No matter how hard she tried, the sword in her hand remained motionless.

This was no longer a matter of strength difference, but a more terrible difference.

"Asshole! I must make you take back that statement!"

After realizing this, the girl shouted unwillingly.

The beautiful pupils were completely stained with anger and bloodshot.

As the saying goes, don't expose someone's shortcomings when you scold him.

Compared with the doctrine being misinterpreted, the actions being ridiculed, and even the enemy's condescending ridicule in difficult situations, Janice, as a devout believer, would be calm and composed.

Because in her opinion, there is no need to argue with heretics or pagans.

After all, no matter how eloquent they are, they can't change the essence of the Roman Orthodox Church as the most powerful force in the world.

Janice herself got rid of her wandering life and had the luck to start a new life because of this hugeness, so she has always been grateful to the Roman Orthodox Church itself and the believers who made up all this.

It is precisely because of this loyalty that she can become the master of the Dinner Fish spell at such a young age.

Unexpectedly, Roland did not play by the rules at all, and did not use scientific sophistry to mock her sect. He simply gave a contemptuous evaluation in the calmest manner after taking her attack.

As if stating some unshakable fact.

But she could not refute it.

So, even if not for herself, for the reputation of the sect, she must win.

"Swish!"

Driven by the girl's faith, the fantasies of countless believers once again turned into divine punishment.

Thousands of flashes of light with a terrifying breath streaked across the sky like meteors.

And this was only the first wave of attacks.

Endless, never stopping.

In the face of the 200 million times increase, even the daytime sky was dyed with dazzling colors again.

Even Janice herself did not expect this scene.

With the support of all believers, she could actually become so powerful.

"Don't even think about getting away unscathed!"

At the moment when Janice used the Word Spirit to strengthen her faith, the Apostle Cross in her hand suddenly rang with a low sound.

The sacred light poured into the tip of the sword and sank into the void like a bomb that was about to explode.

This is a symbol of the true power of this spiritual outfit being activated.

The most famous achievement of St. Peter is the first pope of the Cross. It can be said that it is because of his existence that the Cross has the foundation to become the world's largest faith.

The essence of his holy relics that will make everything favorable to the Roman Orthodox Church is to dominate all the material and spiritual things within the scope of influence.

Under Janice's outburst regardless of herself, the temperature of the air soared in an instant.

The overflowing light turned into a raging flame, no longer in the form of a point, but in the form of a surface, firmly entangled with Roland and the barrier around him, burning endlessly.

"Shhh--"

A fragmented sound sounded, visible cracks appeared in the space, and the distorted atmosphere made a dying wail.

Only the endless flames were left, still burning earth-shatteringly.

Although the power of divine punishment can automatically identify enemies and friends, in the face of such a terrifying power, Janice's hands still showed signs of burns.

She has reached her limit. The best proof is that her body feels extremely tired under the power of the dinner fish.

The girl gasped and looked at the sea of ​​fire in front of her.

"Should I stop?"

Even though she has rich combat experience, these experiences can only be better than nothing when facing people beyond common sense.

Therefore, Janice was hesitant.

Hesitating whether she had won the victory, whether she should continue to maintain the current situation until she fainted, or leave the last strength to the Kamijou Kaori and the Forbidden Book Index next to her.

Fortunately, her distress did not last long.

"It is not a good habit to be distracted during a battle."

A gentle and indifferent voice came from the swaying sea of ​​fire.

Janice's heart was shocked and she looked up suddenly.

What came into her eyes was a young man with his back to the sea of ​​fire and a straight figure.

He patted his shoulders casually, his movements as natural as brushing off the snow on his shoulders.

Then, the flame of divine punishment, which was condensed by the faith of countless people and never stopped, fell down like this.

Roland moved forward step by step, and the AT force field in front of him also moved inch by inch.

But what was incredible was that Janice, who was holding the hilt of the sword, did not feel any force pushing her back.

Suddenly, under the girl's stunned expression, her sword tip seemed to be swallowed up, and was gradually integrated into the true red crystal wall.

No, rather than integration, return is a more appropriate description.

The faith transformed from the spirit of the believers is like a fish swimming upstream and a moth flying into the fire.

When they touched the force field, they were decomposed into pure spiritual light and returned to the vortex.

This was completely opposite to Janice's previous performance.

Under the effect of the dinner fish, this area became a place where the will of the believers gathered to call for divine punishment.

In front of this huge number, her own existence was insignificant, just a carrier that passively bore the power and was pushed forward.

But surrounded by this will, it was the believers' spirits that disappeared. Roland, on the contrary, exuded a strong sense of existence, as if the whole world could not accommodate him alone.

"This is the hatred shared by two billion people..."

Agnese moaned like a dream.

"In terms of the miracle of converting spiritual power into material, it is indeed excellent to use the consensus of the miracle of the Son of God to integrate the concept and use the holy relics of the twelve apostles to control it."

Looking at the almost frozen astonishment on the girl's face, Roland's mouth corners slightly raised.

"But it's too unfortunate. In this regard, the gap between me and you is not something that can be described by the word "era", but..."

He tilted his head and chuckled.

"——The world."

Magic Index is a world with unique advantages. The overlapping phases and the huge world origin make it surpass the existence of many worlds at the starting point.

For the magicians of Type-Moon, apart from the path of seeking truth by merging with the root and losing oneself, the only orthodox path is the path of the magician of the Five Great Laws.

In Magical Index, there are far more than one demon god who is closer to the truth than the magician, and the remaining paths are even more varied.

But it is precisely because of this that the existence of this world is accompanied by an arrogance that even the person himself does not realize.

This is not because of temperament and character, but the difference in environment.

Just like people living in powerful countries always have a layer of separation from the preciousness of peace.

Just like the magicians of the Age of Gods of Type-Moon do not understand the desire and pursuit of magic in modern magic.

The fish for dinner is like this. With the belief of one-third of mankind and the huge crucifixion phase, the Roman Orthodox Church created this technique.

The funny thing is that one of the purposes of their creation is even to kill the demon god who has reached the extreme of magic.

When Roland read this conclusion from Janice's heart, it took a lot of effort to restrain the urge to sneer.

He clearly didn't understand what kind of existence the demon god was, but he could come to such a conclusion based on his performance in the material world.

It's like seeing that Jotaro Kujo and Aura only beat someone into the hospital after a long time, and then he thought he could go up and fight him.

Little did he know that if the opponent didn't hold back, he could blow up half of your body with one punch.

The demon god is the same. Before he understood what the world was like, he used his power to act recklessly, and ended up forging his own cage.

The longer he stayed in this world, the more he could understand this.

What trapped the way forward for life was never the gap between wisdom and essence, but arrogance.

A powerful world is naturally worth pursuing, but the efforts made when you are weak will often be rewarded in another way.

"The faith of two billion people? On the other hand, there are only two billion people. If it's just this level, you don't even have the qualifications to touch me, after all..."

The beast status forged by the sins of six billion people.

The tree of life promoted by half of the lives in the human world with the cause and effect of the world.

The World Devouring Sword forged by the origin and laws of the universe and by itself.

Everything may have been just a mediocre harvest at first, but when the right opportunity comes, they will become the crown of God held in the palm of your hand.

"Too small."

This sentence was not a sneer, but a sincere sigh from Roland.

He suddenly reached out and held the Apostle Cross in Janice's hand.

Suddenly, under the stunned gaze of the girl.

The spiritual suit that dominated everything and would inevitably lead the Orthodox Church to victory suddenly made a crisp sound like glass breaking.

When most of the faith was devoured, even the holy relics of the apostles could only preserve the last bit of power to support it.

If St. Peter was resurrected, there might be a little more variables.

But without will, the existence that relies entirely on a certain trick for victory or defeat is nothing more than a prop in the face of true strength.

In front of the Beast of Revelation, even the apostles of the Son of God are no different from children.

"Crack--"

Roland's five fingers exerted a little force, and spider-web-like cracks instantly covered the sword.

"No!"

This made Janice wake up instantly, and she struggled to hold the hilt of the sword, trying to pull it out of Roland's hand.

But without the Dinner Fish spell, even if she played at her best, in the eyes of the magnetic field strongman, this speed was not worth mentioning.

Roland just raised his eyebrows and raised his hand.

With the Apostle Cross in the hands of the two as the center, the girl's soft and delicate body flew up directly and hung in the air like a long whip.

Then, when Janice realized what would happen next and her face changed drastically, Roland had already swung his hand down mercilessly.

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, the Apostle Cross turned into flying fragments, and the petite nun lay on the ground unnaturally, losing the ability to fight again.

"Okay, the annoying guys have been dealt with."

Roland clapped his hands and looked up into the distance.

"It's time to get down to business."

The contact just now was enough for him to obtain the location of the spiritual suit and the personnel who activated him through conceptual sympathy.

He was not so tolerant that he could just ignore the premeditated attack by using these props as vanguards. He had to let the Roman Orthodox Church behind them realize his good habit of reciprocity.

"Since you used such a precious holy relic as the Apostle's Cross, I can't be too stingy,"

"So, as a return gift, let me show you what the real..."

Roland groaned, showed a malicious smile, and opened his hands.

In his palm, a blood-red cross light, like the morning sun, rose slowly to the sky.

"—— Apostle's Cross."

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"The so-called Janice troops are nothing more than a bunch of trash seeking fame!"

Standing in front of the church, looking at the unconscious choir, the cardinal, as the leader, made a disdainful voice.

"We have activated the Apostle Cross and given them the Dinner Fish spell, but we can't achieve any results."

"If we can't accomplish it, at least we should kill as many scientific heretics as possible!"

"Anyway, they are all lambs who have lost the favor of the Lord. Even if more of them die, it is the punishment they deserve!"

The old man over fifty roared angrily.

"Those useless nuns should be glad that they were captured. Otherwise, even if they come back, their fate will be to enter the Inquisition and become criminals who are used as waste!"

The cardinal cursed several times in a row before he barely calmed down his anger and looked at the cross in the center of the church.

There, several priests were busy around it.

"Are you not ready yet? The Apostle Cross must be resealed after it is used up. There can't be any mistakes."

"Yes--"

The priests who were already busy raised their heads subconsciously and answered.

Then, they froze in place at the same time.

"Hmm?"

Such a bold move made the bishop's expression even more ferocious, but before he could continue to scold, the whistling sound of a falling meteor made him freeze in place.

Because a huge vortex has formed in the center of the thick cloud.

And a blood-red cross light was wrapped in the center, pointing directly to the sky above the Vatican.

It was as bright as the scorching sun, covering the area of ​​dozens of kilometers with a fierce light that would burn the retina.

For a religious holy place with a total area of ​​less than one kilometer, such a huge size seems even a little ridiculous.

But only those who are really in it can experience the horror of having their throats blocked, unable to say anything, and their bodies stiff and unable to move.

Only the horrified eyes can reveal a horror that is not even one ten-thousandth of what they have in their hearts.

"God..."

After only having time to chant this sigh or whine, the shining cross fell from the sky.

The next moment, a bright light like the center of a nuclear explosion lit up half the sky and completely submerged the city. (End of this chapter)