Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"What do you think life is?"

Roland scolded solemnly.

The expression on his face is so sincere and sincere, as if he is a kind person who loves life.

Carissa looked at Roland, sizing him up.

The clothes were so neat that there was not even a trace of blood on them. Compared with the weapons used to kill enemies, they were more like a pair of swords that were as clean as new works of art.

But even though the whole body seemed incompatible with the scorched earth that was filled with the unpleasant smell of burning, several decisive anomalies could still be seen——

Stepping into a pool of blood that was enough to cover both feet, there was no sign of sinking.

There is a vague arc at the corner of the mouth.

It was obviously the afterglow of the previous excessively high emotions.

There was also the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​​​blood that spread in a fan-shaped area toward the rear with his position as the fulcrum.

Carissa's expression became darker and darker, and her eyes became more and more scary.

Although she was also a tyrant who could be cruel enough to behead her mother and sisters, she would not deliberately look innocent.

The righteousness of Britain was the reason why she chose to bear these sins, but it did not mean that the nature of these things would change.

Logically speaking, Carissa has always been honest and even disgusted with such terrible bastards, but she cannot have such feelings for Roland at this moment.

The reason is probably that kind of aura.

As the person in the coalition who has had the longest contact and the longest time of fighting with him, she was extremely impressed by Roland's sense of distance that was so transcendent that it seemed as if it had escaped the constraints of gravity.

It's like a galaxy that surrounds the outside of the world. It's unknown where it comes from and where it flows. It's clear but unpredictable.

It doesn't matter if your attitude is casual or serious.

There was no extra emotion in her tone, but what was incredible was that Carissa just couldn't feel the smell of lies in it.

It's not that he can't lie, but he doesn't even bother to lie to them.

Just like fishermen in the Air Force often don't save money on bait for making nests, they pursue the pleasure of catching fish, not this small profit.

This kind of emotion born of selfish desires seems to not exist in the other person.

In other words, almost non-existent.

Thinking of Roland's previous violent remarks and unabashed greed in his eyes, Carissa sighed and silently changed her tune.

But now is not the time to worry about your virginity.

The key now is, what does Roland want to do?

At this time, even if it is true, it may have another purpose.

Even if Roland really regrets that those people were killed in vain and treats all lives equally,

But if you ask him something like, "Do you remember how many people you killed," I'm afraid you can only get an answer like, "Do you remember how many slices of bread you ate." ’

Carissa calmly moved a few steps towards the Qingguo Daughter.

The other party also noticed her arrival and spoke softly at a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"Do you want to surrender?"

"I do want to get a more reasonable decision from you, but not such a heavyweight one. I can understand if you lose the courage to challenge, but if you even lose the belief in sacrifice, I just change the flag of France to a white one." ”

Carissa's beautiful eyes widened and she almost lost her voice. After a while, she gritted her teeth and said.

Although she had not never had such an idea in such a one-sided massacre, it was two different things from practice.

"Really, Her Majesty Elisa has warned you like that, but you still haven't realized the current situation?"

"Not everyone can be like you and me and still maintain fighting spirit at this time. As you said, although there are still many people who are willing to sacrifice, there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to resist as the battle progresses. Bar?"

The daughter of Qiu Guo sighed with emotion.

"..."

Carissa was completely silent.

War is a magnificent epic.

Such an organization with such a great reputation and the ability to destroy the strength of many small countries will only be a commendable main force rather than an indispensable part once it is involved in a war between big countries.

A country as large as Britain, once involved in the dispute between the science side and the magic side, can only drift with the tide and feel uneasy.

Therefore, even if a trump card like Katina I is recovered, the purpose of her and the Knight Leader is still to use a coup to jump out of the chessboard in an attempt to become an independent third party.

In the face of war, individuals like saints are also insignificant existences.

As strong as the fire on the right, it must also use the strength of the Roman Orthodox Church to create the most favorable environment for itself.

In the forbidden world where individual heroism is on the rise, this is common sense that has never changed.

However, the appearance of Roland completely broke this inherent perception.

The monster holding two swords galloped across the bloody battlefield.

So no matter what the necessary evil, the annihilation of Hakusho, or the Chorus, when they dare to stand in the way of each other, there are only two endings for them.

Either death or injury.

Without enough strength, even if you are talented, you may not be able to leave a complete body.

And what about some powerful people whose names have been heard for a long time?

The guy who boasted of being invincible in magic was self-defeating and became the first fool to be killed by the light of the sword, and also caused indelible trauma to the coalition forces.

The princess who used the power of angels was left powerless by a more powerful force, and the guy who wanted to kill the enemy with the style of a saint may not be able to do anything.

Therefore, in the end, the remaining warriors who could only rely on their will to kill the enemy also lost their fighting spirit.

The reality is not that everything can be determined by will alone, but pure power is supreme.

They can't change this desperate power gap at all, so they can only numbly wait for death to come.

The daughter of the country seemed not to notice Kailisha's abnormality, and said to herself: "Although it can't be considered as a full-scale attack, since the current military force is gathered, if it still can't even leave a scar, then blindly resisting is not an admirable effort, but more like an escape to avoid shame, and... from the current situation, it is not that there is no turning point."

As she spoke, she supported herself with Durandal stuck in the ground and stood up.

The eyes of the daughter of the country flickered slightly, as if she had made up her mind.

Although Kaelissa had not yet understood what the Daughter of the Country meant, she had guessed a possibility by looking at this action, and her face changed drastically.

"You are not going to..."

"Since we will not die if we do not resist, that means you allow us to admit defeat?"

The voice of the Daughter of the Country echoed throughout the battlefield along with magic.

For a moment, countless eyes were focused on her.

Shock, disbelief, anger, expectation...

But there was no trace of emotion on the face of the Daughter of the Country, only calmness and composure.

Unlike a great country like Britain, which still has some family business and reputation left, France's performance in modern times is quite speechless.

It can be said that it has been hovering between continuous ambition and intermittent eating and waiting for death. They can still maintain the status of Britain's old enemy now. In addition to the Daughter of the Country, the god-sent soldier from heaven, the assistance of the Roman Orthodox Church has also made great efforts.

So unlike Kaelissa, keeping France alive is her only goal.

Before the war broke out, she deliberately sacrificed her reputation and pretended to be imprisoned in the Palace of Versailles by the ruler of her country and turned into a puppet, just to let the enemy down.

She had no burden about turning against her side in the battle.

What's more...

She glanced at the crowd behind her.

In order to prevent any ignorant guys from giving her a surprise, Roland restrained himself a little. He did not exaggerate with his ultimate move to clean up the ground. Instead, he walked into the battle line leisurely with a posture like strolling, and took lives steadily with the sword.

But even so, the gap between the two sides was destined to be a scene like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Compared with the tens of thousands of troops at the beginning, the magician who still had a clear will could not even reach a thousand people.

In this case, it was meaningless to resist stubbornly.

"Of course, didn't I say that there is no one who loves life more than me, at least in this world, this is beyond doubt."

Roland answered very straightforwardly.

"It's a good thing for me to stop trampling on lives. Don't look at me like this, I'm a pacifist."

"Besides, you have already compensated for your offense, right? The brains and hearts of these people will be well used by Blue Dream Company."

"You mean... they are still alive?"

The beautiful woman opened her mouth wide and her eyes lit up.

Not only her, but also the survivors of the coalition who had been numb to her and openly surrendered to the enemy broke out in a commotion.

"Not all of them," Roland shrugged, "but about 70% of them should not be completely chopped to pieces. As long as it doesn't take too long, it's okay to treat them as alive."

Roland didn't care about the life and death of people who had nothing to do with him. He was also very selfish and ruthless in many things, but he couldn't be called the kind of madman who deliberately used death to please himself.

Killing was just an additional means to defeat the whole world, not the purpose.

Especially for this group of elite warriors, Roland regarded them as his property before the war.

To spread the network of magnetic field power all over the world and become the new way of the devil, high-quality users are necessary.

Anyway, as long as the brain has not lost its activity, the physical injuries are not worth mentioning with the equipment that combines the Academy City and magnetic field technology, and the Dream Creator.

Rather than disappearing with the reputation of heroes, it is better to let them join the Dream Creator Group and play the last bit of value for the Blue Dream Company.

And if the remaining countries want to play a strategy of winning by the weak, they can also use this to let them understand what a real civil war is.

"By the way... you are making too much of a fuss, it's just a fatal injury, you really underestimate the power of magnetic field."

"It's us who underestimated your kindness."

Hearing Roland's words, the daughter of the country showed a resolute expression.

Although from the perspective of a magician, it is a bit unbelievable that those companions who have been completely dead are still alive, but Roland has no need to deceive them at all.

It's a bit nonsense to say that he wants to subdue these remaining remnants of the defeated army, after all, the real elites have been killed by him.

After sorting out her thoughts, the beautiful woman spoke quickly.

"As losers, we are lucky to have a second life, and since the covenant has been fulfilled, please allow me to admit defeat to you on behalf of the European coalition."

"Oh? If it's France, it's fine. Are you sure the whole of Europe will follow your choice?"

"Yes, I can guarantee it."

The beauty of the country said with confidence without even turning her head.

If it was before, maybe there would be some stubborn people in the coalition who would choose to resist, but now it's a different time.

Before, they wanted to die simply because they were numb and couldn't beat Roland. With so many of their companions gone, even if they could survive, they would be liquidated in the rear due to their weak strength.

But if the entire coalition defected, it would be an irresistible trend.

And Roland's strength is completely different from what is written in the information.

Originally, before the support, the coalition received information that if everything went well, it would be a difficult battle with a 20-80 split.

As a result, when they arrived at the scene, it became a 20-80 split in another sense - Roland could kill the entire coalition eight times in two minutes.

How could anyone fight against this?

Anyway, they had resisted before, and as long as they had resisted, they could not be killed instantly, but could only say that they really couldn't beat them.

In the silent air, the remaining coalition forces looked at each other for a long time, and then, in Kaelissa's incredible sight, they were divided into the British and European factions, standing behind the daughter of the country and her respectively.

"You guy——"

Kaelissa's expression was distorted.

The bastard in front of him actually ignored the previous sacrifice so lightly, and surrendered to the enemy without hesitation under the name of the European coalition.

How dare she do this?

It's outrageous!

But even so, she did not think of the logic of the daughter of the country. Although the coalition forces of almost the entire world were assembled, other countries had not officially declared war on Academy City and Blue Dream Company.

The reason for sending troops this time was just to respond to the covenant. Under this excuse, they were completely at ease to push Britain out to take the blame.

"Really? In other words, you are the only one left, my dear fiancée."

Roland's mouth was stained by the scene in front of him, outlining a playful arc.

"Okay, answer. Do you want to continue revenge for this country, or swear allegiance to me?"

Kaelissa gnashed her teeth and clenched her hands tightly.

She hated her own powerlessness and stupidity.

The purpose of each step was to make Britain great again, but the result was that the steps added up and pushed it into an abyss of no return.

So, what should be done next?

Should the fleet launch all its missiles at the last gamble, or take down the glory of Britain with one's own hands?

"Kaelissa."

As if seeing through her confusion, Eliza came out from the British faction that had just met behind her.

There were no obvious injuries on her body, but judging from her tired face and the blood on her dress, this optimistic queen was not at ease.

But even so, it did not prevent her from reaching out to her daughter.

"It's not your turn to take responsibility yet."

"Queen Mother..."

"Don't forget, I am the Queen of Britain,"

After returning all of Carissa's previous complacent words, Eliza said nothing more, but handed the scepter in her hand to the girl in front of her.

"Now, do what you should do."

Looking at Eliza who seemed to be ready to take all the responsibilities, Carissa also understood her intention.

She lowered her head and looked at the gorgeous scepter inlaid with gems in her hand.

This is the symbol of the power and wealth of the royal family, and the monarch's scepter is only used during the coronation.

Carissa held the scepter in her hands with both hands, and the past scenes kept flashing in her mind.

But soon, she controlled her slightly trembling body and raised her head. Facing Roland's playful gaze, she laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha... Then, there is only one answer!"

Without any hesitation, Carissa suddenly pushed the monarch's scepter in her hand against her knees.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, she bowed her head respectfully towards Roland.

"I will serve you!" (End of this chapter)