Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

The light of happiness suddenly rose.

The invisible and mysterious wave was like water splashed on the ground, blooming layer by layer in the shape of a lotus platform and slowly falling.

In Roland's deep sight, the magic power swaying like Yang Yan seemed to be stagnant.

This was not because he manipulated time, but because the demons' unrestrained power made the world distorted.

The swift and surging offensive from the demons was thousands of times more dazzling than before.

Although there were flaws in the realm of spirit and power that would make people want to laugh, the purity and strength of the demons were unquestionable in terms of destructive power.

Even if they compressed themselves, they were just a pair of snow boots on the thin ice covered with frozen snow.

As long as they trampled recklessly, the ice layer would still crack.

This was the fundamental reason why the demons were fearless.

However, as Roland said, for him now, this method has expired.

Roland didn't even raise his eyelids as he looked at the huge force approaching him.

In the silent spreading wave, the attack that shook the world just disappeared lightly.

And unlike the previous state that was like touching an air wall, with appearance but no power, this time the attack of the demons was more like pouring a bottle of water into the depths of the sea.

Although it caused a wave, it was not worth mentioning for the world itself.

The demons had overestimated Roland's power as much as possible, but they still couldn't understand the current situation.

"This is..."

Nuada showed a bewildered expression.

It's not surprising that Roland can solve these troubles, but the means he used made him fall into incomprehensible confusion.

If the other party used his body as a carrier to use the means, even if he couldn't understand it, he wouldn't be surprised.

But the means just now obviously used the world as a carrier.

But why didn't the world break?

Although the mass of the world may be a big move like the same life as the heaven and the earth in other worlds, for the demons, it is not even a weapon in hand.

So even if they use weapons, they use road-related spiritual equipment, because if they don't do this, the recoil alone will shatter the world.

But although puzzled, Nuada did not put this question in her thinking order.

Because compared to analyzing the reasons, the destruction waiting behind is obviously more important.

"Plop--"

The heartbeat sounded like a drum.

Rapid, heavy, but with incredible vitality.

Just like when the chest cavity is cut open during surgery, the heart is beating desperately due to the stimulation of the temperature difference between the inside and the outside.

"Being eaten..."

The queen suddenly widened her eyes, and she didn't even care about the fact that the treasures she carefully collected disappeared at an alarming speed. She stared at Roland standing there with dark pupils.

In the opponent's hand, facing the smoke mirror that swallowed all their attacks, it was disappearing bit by bit.

Although she also had a vampire-like posture after the posture was reversed, the worst case of the object being sucked blood was just turning into a mummy.

This is fundamentally different from the posture of the Smoke Mirror in front of him, which only has the outer layer left, like a suit in a special drama.

No wonder Roland killed the Demon God of Cthulhu instantly before, but did not kill the Smoke Mirror directly.

Before, she thought that the other party was adapting to the realm of the complete formula solver, but it turned out that he wanted to take the power of the remaining demon gods for himself?

"No."

A soft voice interrupted the terrible thoughts that almost short-circuited the empress.

Although they were separated by several galaxies, Roland's attitude and voice when he spoke were as if she was right in front of him.

"It is commendable that you understand that the world belongs to me, and the demons in the world are naturally my property."

"However, your misunderstanding of me is too deep. The idea is right, but the result is all wrong."

"Killing is only a means, not an end. Even if it is not on the right path, the demon is still a demon. As long as it can be given the chain called salvation, even an unreasonable mad dog will become a powerful tool."

With such admiration, Roland's eyes flashed slightly, and he flattened the smoke mirror in his hand like a milk carton that had been sucked dry.

"New world."

He said softly.

"What I give you is just a cage made of the ideals you have always dreamed of."

As the words fell, a crisp sound like glass breaking sounded.

The queen suddenly looked at her body and suddenly found that the dense cracks had spread to her skin without knowing when.

In the other direction, Nuada's breath also became decadent, and Nephthys, who left first, gradually lost her perception.

Obviously, Roland's calm expression while letting the demons flee was not a pretense.

He memorized the formulas and parameters of the different demons, and understood them even better than they themselves.

Like a preset alarm clock, the cracks spread at exactly the same speed, just a tiny moment faster than the queen's thoughts on the connection of power.

It started with the palms.

Then the thin skin, arms, and thighs.

In the end, even the torso and cheongsam were not spared, and all disappeared.

In the end, these demons who surpassed humans, became immortals, and were called gods of war, although they had the will and strength to resist, could only sit and watch themselves being exiled.

Just like the flies that were lured by the mosquito lamp and slid into the abyss by the aroma of insectivorous food.

"So that's it, this is indeed a relief... I... I! Ahahahaha! Great!"

When only a head was left, the queen finally seemed to understand something and laughed, not knowing whether it was self-mockery or joy.

Her cheeks flushed with excitement. Even though she had lost her throat and her head was turning into light particles bit by bit.

But the girl still opened her lipless lips and moaned happily with the remaining remnants of consciousness.

"——This is the new world!"

Thinking of the disappearing posture of the smoke mirror, the lack of pain when her body was shattered, and the frequency of almost spontaneous surrender, the queen had completely understood the meaning of Roland's words.

Her body that disappeared in a distant place had transmitted all the feelings to her body.

There is no doubt, confusion, or panic.

The girl can only feel peace, hope, and joy in her mind.

This is a realm that can accommodate the free flight of demons.

The so-called world is a single-line timeline.

If all the timelines that make up the world and the parallel world are taken out, it will be found that this concept is essentially an object that can be stretched like a rubber band.

The fact that the infinity of the demons cannot break through the barriers of the world is the best proof of this conclusion.

And the so-called present world and phase, for this rubber band called the timeline, there are actually a lot of wastes.

Since the reference point that even the demons cannot replicate, such as Fantasy Slayer, can exist, the possibility of its opposite is naturally not groundless.

——{Ideal Exile}.

If it can be stretched in the right way and put into the template of the present world, another realm equivalent to the world can be created.

Although it cannot interfere with the present world, it allows the demons to use their power freely without having to be cautious at any time and place. Even if it is destroyed, everything will be restored to its original state at a fixed time.

All templates will be updated regularly with the changes in the present world.

The leather-like appearance of the smoke mirror is an interpretation of the essence of this new world.

It is directly put on the outer layer of this world, and is very close to it, but also a clear reflection.

This is what Roland did before when he used the world as a medium to make the attack disappear.

That did not erase their attack, but just transmitted it to another world.

And making their size shrink little by little, like wiping out spider webs, like erasing graffiti on a blackboard, is just to absorb them in through the overlap of the world.

No wonder Roland didn't care about the demons' direct escape and attack on the world.

After all, when they squeezed themselves into the universe, they were destined to be unable to break free from the mass of the world.

They would be completely submerged if they were simply pressed down by the new world.

Until the demons reached a tacit consensus again, or until Roland remembered them, this happy cage would be their only comfort and shackles.

"Don't worry, I won't let you wait for too long. Soon... I will take the initiative to find you."

Looking at the empress's nostalgic expression, Roland shrugged leisurely.

The next moment, the empress's body collapsed, turned into light particles, and flew into the new world outside.

As the figures of the demons disappeared, the disaster that shook the world also came to an abrupt end.

Whether it was the scorching sunlight, the demon soldiers that pierced the planet, or the fierce light of the demon sword, they all disappeared.

Only the breeze that filled this vacuum area again quietly narrated the strange and dangerous confrontation in an instant.

"It was a great success. Just as I thought, the idea of ​​the gods hiding in the inner sea of ​​the star can be replicated after the demise of the Age of Gods with the Type-Moon."

"And being able to do this can barely be said to be ready."

Roland smiled slightly.

Even if the new world has been established and there are several demons who are making a fuss in it, the peaceful scene in the present world is enough to show his victory.

"Next, it's time to put an end to those who still have hope in this war against the demons."

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"Pah!"

In the corner of the Academy City, in an area covered by the aftermath of the battle, a 30-centimeter express box suddenly ran out of the wreckage.

On the side of the box, two brown legs moved nimbly, carefully avoiding the surveillance that was gradually recovering.

This phenomenon was obviously abnormal. After all, judging from the size of the box, it was so narrow that even a child couldn't hide in it, let alone the long legs of a young girl.

But when the life in the box tore the shell apart, the fleshy body with only bandages and flowing silver hair that was exposed from it, all the unreasonableness was answered.

"Woo... woo, leaving the organs in advance is indeed... the right answer."

Nephthys crawled on the ground reluctantly.

As the only demon who still retains some strength under the restrictions of the technique, she is good at dividing her own power, including her body.

When she came to this world, Nephthys used the same method as a mummy to split a part of her body, just for use at this moment.

"My lady, Nuada has disappeared. Although the zombies are still there, she is probably in danger from the fact that all the Infinite Mirror Techniques have been taken away."

After slightly confirming the current situation, Nephthys nodded and used all her remaining strength to eliminate her sense of existence.

After doing all this, she turned around and ran without hesitation.

This bit of body residue can be said to be the last spark of Gremlin, and saving herself is the right way.

Because the indescribable fear still lingers in the cells of her body, although she has lost most of her strength, Nephthys still stimulates her potential, and her speed is not much slower than before.

The whistling sound kept blowing past her ears, and the displaced wind pressure also wrapped her body, forming a vacuum barrier.

Staring at the direction where the moonlight was shining, the silver-haired beauty decided to lie dormant on the moon for a while, pretending to be dead, to see how the world below would develop, and to get a glimpse of Roland's plan.

... Even if she couldn't get a glimpse, it didn't matter.

In short, she urgently needed to stay away from that monster now.

However——

"Bang!"

Amidst the loud noise, Nephthys's galloping figure stopped.

Standing on the land of the moon, the chocolate demon sat on the ground, covering his forehead, tears welling up in his eyes.

Because it was just a remnant used to save his life, it was not comparable to the complete body in strength. When it hit an obstacle, Nephthys had to endure the chaos caused by the reaction force.

The pain came with dizziness, making her feel a little dizzy.

After a long time, Nephthys gradually adapted to her body, came back to her senses from the dizziness, opened her eyes angrily, and prepared to see what kind of terrain dared to hinder a demon.

"Ah..."

Although the anger in her chest had made the girl think of many words, she was speechless when she really saw what was in front of her.

Apart from the meaningless mumbling, Nephthys could not make any sound.

Because, what blocked her depth was not some tricky lunar crater, but a figure.

With pupils as gorgeous as rubies, he was looking at her calmly.

Looking at the shrinking expression of the silver-haired beauty, Roland chuckled and slowly stretched out his hand.

This action made the girl's pupils shrink, and the tears that were about to fall were also held back, rolling in her eye sockets.

Although the pain on her forehead was rapidly subsiding due to her self-healing ability, the confusion in her mind not only did not decrease, but increased.

In addition, her whole body was stiff as if she was pressed by the Five Finger Mountain.

And all this was caused by the boy's slowly reaching out hand.

Although the action was gentle and gentle, Nephthys still felt a chilling fear.

She stood there in a daze, watching the hand approaching her and gently stroking her long silver hair.

It was not until this moment that Nephthys suddenly woke up. Unlike the absolute mass oppression of the ubiquitous new world before.

She was free at this moment.

Although Roland stood in front of her, he did not use any force to restrict her movements.

Even if she gave up the idea of ​​escaping due to the difference in strength, she could still do it by just dodging subconsciously.

In this case, why did she surrender directly?

Nephthys bit her lips tightly, and there was a flickering light in her eyes.

Although her heart was trembling and shaking, she knew the answer to this question.

The source of her creation was the consciousness of the many servants who were buried with the king.

As a life, the instinct of survival should be the first priority, but even though they knew that they would be buried in the pyramid, none of the thousands of servants resisted this living sacrifice.

This was true even though their number far exceeded the soldiers guarding them.

The reason for this is very simple.

Countless experiences in the past have been enough for them to realize the consequences of violating this rule, so when faced with this difference in status, the instinct of obedience has been engraved in their bones.

Slaves should obey the Pharaoh, and servants should obey the king.

Just like me now.

That's right.

Nephthys has understood that no matter whether her mind is willing to agree or not, her body has already acknowledged a fact.

——Roland is now above her. (End of this chapter)