Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

In just a short moment, the demon god of Cthulhu was completely wiped out, turning into nothingness without even ashes.

Nuada, whose mission was war, broke into a cold sweat.

The hair tied in a braid by the smoke mirror, the supreme sun, soared into the sky.

The empress, who was still intoxicated by the wonderful taste of blood, also broke free from her half-awake state, trembling like a frightened little animal.

They were all demon gods who could make any city or country in the world disappear with a whim.

But because of this, they showed such a terrible performance in front of the facts.

Killed a demon god with one blow.

No, using one blow might be an exaggeration.

The punch Roland just used was just to wipe out their attack, otherwise there was no way to explain the blow that killed the demon god, but there was no trace of energy aftermath spreading to the outside world.

In other words, the reason why the demon god of Cthulhu died was simply because it was within Roland's attack range, so it died.

This incredible conclusion, just describing it, will make people feel as if they are in a dream, not to mention experiencing it personally.

"..."

Because she was mentally prepared for something to go wrong, Nephthys, the gentle goddess, still maintained a certain calmness.

But from the uneasiness and surprise between her slender eyebrows, we can still see the excitement deep in her heart.

How did he do it?

Even when she was stared at by Roland's breathtaking cold eyes, she couldn't control the confusion in her heart.

With the precedent of the monk, Nephthys was mentally prepared for Roland to kill the demon god.

If Roland broke the jar and used the explosion of the world or was finally willing to bow his head and use the temptation of tickets to another world to split the demon gods, this kind of thing would not be surprising.

But now the other party is obviously under the constraints of internal and external troubles.

What's more, even if Roland still has some trump cards in this situation, even so, there must be some basic laws, right?

They are not magicians, incarnations of concepts, or other low-level existences, but demons!

No matter how they compress themselves, demons still have infinite properties.

Even Roland should not be able to do this so easily.

When Roland killed the monk with a high-powered attack, even if he could not make up for the difference in strength, the monk used his essence to resist for half a round and left a sign for all demons to find.

But only ten minutes later, the demon of Cthulhu was crushed to death by Roland like an ant.

Not to mention the sign, there was no room for them to provide support.

When Nephthys thought that she had relied on the power of manipulating phases and approached Roland fearlessly, she felt a sense of fear.

She did not take action without authorization again, but chose to make protecting herself a priority.

The other demons did the same, either openly or secretly making a defensive posture.

At this moment, the status of the invader and the defender has reversed.

But if you think about it carefully, this is not something difficult to understand.

When the monk died, most of the demons changed from doubt to anxiety. After Cthulhu's death, it was shown that this was not a coincidence, and this anxiety naturally turned into fear.

The demons were so reckless that they allowed Roland to attack them and entangled his mind because they had not really died for too long.

When the long-forgotten feelings of death were recalled bit by bit in the cruel reality, this reaction was more like a matter of course.

They were just tired of playing, not tired of living.

However, Roland did not want to act immediately.

He just looked at his palm thoughtfully, and found that after a long time, he did not wait for the second wave of attacks, so he raised his head and waved to the frightened demons.

This simple and pure body language can actually work wonders in certain situations.

Regardless of their origins, every demon understood Roland's thoughts.

"You want us to attack together again?"

"What else?" Roland answered without hesitation: "I have lost interest in a single demon god. That is not a battle at all. It is better to let you continue to attack together."

"At least if you can't find fun, it can save some trouble."

"After all, you are no longer qualified to be my enemy now."

Although Roland's words were just statements, his indifference, which was even worse than before, still made Smoke Mirror feel deeply humiliated.

He raised his head and roared like a demon whose head was cut off by a swordsman.

"Wu-Ao!"

At the end of the sound, it was almost like a wolf's howl.

The blazing flames surrounded his body and gradually permeated his body.

"I didn't want to fight with this cursed honor at such a dangerous moment."

Smoke Mirror gritted his teeth and looked at Roland: "But even if I die, I will not allow your insult!"

Suddenly, the mirror on his prosthetic limb suddenly appeared in the sky like a peacock's open screen feathers.

The whole person in the Smoke Mirror was embedded in the mirror surface, and the surrounding area was full of turbid, black flames that oozed out like liquid.

Under his feet were many upright jaguar shadows.

This is a form in which Monk is extracting himself from the space where he died of hunger strike during the Demonic God Ceremony, and then transformed into cause and effect until the essence is similar.

In Aztec mythology, although he is the supreme first sun, it is unknown whether because he lost a foot or because he is the god of night, the smoke mirror has always been regarded as half the sun.

He was even ridiculed by Quetzalcoatl, the god of Quetzalcoatl, and lost the battle for the throne, thus ending his rule.

Because of this, Smoke Mirror dislikes this gesture very much, and has always used the fiery and brilliant Spear of Heaven as his trump card.

But when even existence itself is questioned, the smoke mirror, which has not resolved its old grudges but has added new grudges, no longer cares about such trivial details.

The first person to eat a shiitake mushroom would not know whether it was poison, but he also had the courage to do so.

And this scene of abandoning immortality and fully evolving one's own body finally made Roland slightly raise his eyelids.

"Didn't I say... I have lost interest in individual demon gods."

Roland didn't even raise his hand, his expression was calm and calm.

"After all, there's no fun in dealing with you, it's just futile work."

In an instant, after the smoke mirror and the mirror surface completely merged, the surging darkness turned as red as blood, and the roaring thunder radiated fine cracks in the air.

When illuminated by the rising light, matter and phases began to disappear.

It's like the sky finally opened its pupils and began to judge everything in the world.

However--

The next moment, deeper darkness descended on all the demon gods.

No matter whether there is an attack or not, no matter what defensive measures are taken.

Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing.

In the phase called seclusion, Nephthys had been with this darkness countless times, but she had never been as scared as she is today.

Because at this time, she was not even sure of her own existence.

The only thing that can prove anything may be this piece of thinking itself.

Simply, after an unknown amount of time, it was like someone had turned on the switch of the world, and light and sound poured into Nephthys's brain.

Regardless of the sudden attack of the enemy right in front of her, Nephthys instinctively checked her body and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that it was still intact.

Looking to the side, Nuada and Empress both looked frightened, but from the outside, they didn't seem to be in serious trouble.

Even Roland, the most suspicious enemy, stood at the original coordinates as always, without moving a step.

The only thing that changed was the long roar that suddenly stopped.

The smoke mirror that was shining brightly in the sky just now was suddenly held in Roland's hand.

Those long and white fingers pierced into the head of the sun god like grabbing tofu.

After realizing what happened, the demons stood there with astonished faces.

This is not because they lack determination, but because no matter who they are, they will show such an expression in the face of this fact that goes against common sense.

Because the current smoke mirror is still in full firepower.

In this state, he is supposed to be the incarnation of the impermanent wind of destiny and the sun of creation. The physical body is only an external manifestation, not a real weakness.

And in this kind of battle where heaven and earth collide, there should be only two possibilities: death and survival.

After all, how could one demon god seize the fate of another demon god?

But Roland held the head in his hand calmly, lifted the smoke mirror with one hand, lowered his head slightly, and looked down at the Sun God who couldn't even make a sound.

During this process, the black and red demonic power on Smoke Mirror's body attacked Roland like a violent storm.

But whether it is a single point breakthrough or full coverage, no matter how many times it is tried, even if Roland does not have any dodge or defense, it still has no effect.

Yes, invalid.

It's not as simple as blocking or eliminating it, but the power of the smoke mirror suddenly lost its effect the moment it touched Roland, as if the player had encountered an invulnerable NPC.

"What happened?"

Nephthys pursed her lips, her strange-colored eyes filled with fear arising from the unknown before her.

It was obvious that they had finally caught Roland's flaw just now because of their careful calculation, causing the world to irreversibly collapse.

According to this development, even if they cannot defeat Roland in the future, as long as the world is destroyed on their own initiative, they demon gods can regain all their strength and spend a long time getting what they want from Roland.

As a result, after just a few breaths, the battle suddenly collapsed.

At least they could still see the process of the death of Cthulhu Demon God. When they arrived at the Smoke Mirror, they couldn't even understand how Roland controlled life and death.

But beyond Nephthys' expectation, the question she raised before was answered in the next moment.

"Stop time."

The empress wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and grabbed the hem of the mini cheongsam with some fear.

"Roland just stopped time, probably because he sucked his blood. In the darkness just now, although it was short-lived, I regained my vision for about two seconds."

"The smoke mirror was captured by his gravity and brought to the door on his own initiative."

If it was teleportation, it would be impossible for all the demon gods to not capture any images from the front.

When Nephthys regained consciousness, the inertia of the light of judgment in the sky was broken at the same time.

This is an incredible but reasonable answer.

When the queen said this, Nephthys realized this.

So, she was so shocked that she couldn't even speak.

What a joke!

Manipulating time is just like manipulating phase and immortality, a privilege that belongs exclusively to the demon god over other people.

It's okay when it comes to other people, but when it comes to them, this non-exclusive power should be equal.

In the final analysis, time is just a kind of logic. It may be able to trap creatures in the river, but for those standing at the end of the river bank, at most it will wet their shoes and socks.

Unless... Roland has completely mastered the power that surpasses their peak.

But no matter how much she rejects this possibility in her heart.

Nephthys understands that if this is the foundation, everything that happened before can be explained accordingly.

If it is really beyond the demon god's ability to interfere with the manipulation of time, it can naturally invalidate its immortality.

If even this can be done, it is natural that the power of the smoke mirror is invalid.

But if so, why does this world still exist?

Even if Roland's one trillion degree fireball that was traveling in the universe delayed it for a while, Nephthys could still feel that the end of the universe was still being oppressed by Proserpina's ritual.

If Roland used his full power, the other party and Chimera would definitely destroy the world directly.

But why, there is no movement until now?

"Of course, it's because I didn't use the power of the complete demon god."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, causing Nephthys' body to tremble. She subconsciously retreated and looked at Roland vigilantly.

Just being stared at by those weird red pupils, Nephthys' chocolate skin was covered with cold sweat.

It was a crazy sweat that blended fear and joy.

"Impossible..."

"Nothing is impossible. The emotional thinking born from the cluster will make you think carefully about everything, but thinking too much can sometimes lead to misunderstandings."

Roland smiled slightly.

"When you enter the universe by dividing your power, you should be aware of this possibility."

"Although the infinity before and after the use of the spell is infinite, the demon god in his prime is infinite beyond the limit, and after using the spell, it becomes the infinity of the universe. Nephthys, what do you think is the difference between the two?"

Nephthys' mind was in chaos.

Shock, madness, uneasiness, all kinds of emotions intertwined in her mind.

But the demon god's processing ability still made her immediately realize the difference between the two.

"...Real."

"Yes, real, what can be depicted by the universe must be infinite based on reality."

"So, although you still have infinite immortality and great power after being weakened, you have lost your original ability to manipulate the phase."

Roland nodded calmly and approved of this answer.

"But unlike you who were trapped by convenient tools like infinity and phases from the beginning and could not touch the basics at all, I, who came from another world, have the ability to modify the specific details of the phase."

"Although I cannot escape this distorted overlapping phase and will be restricted, unlike you who cannot germinate at all, the reason why the seeds of my realm did not germinate is simply because the soil is not suitable."

"......!"

For Nephthys, this gentle word was like a thunderclap in her heart.

Her face turned pale and she looked at Roland in disbelief.

"When the right soil, environment, and nutrients come, it is not difficult to understand that this seed will germinate, right?"

"Just like you are delaying the time of the universe's destruction, I am also waiting."

Roland stared at Nephthys, his voice full of teasing laughter.

"Waiting for the moment when this fruit called {Complete Formula Solver} is completely digested by me." (End of this chapter)