Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

For a Flügel, it's easy to understand a fact.

What determines whether this eternal war will end is not the sixteen races that are writing history on the chessboard, but the race of gods.

Only they have the qualifications to hold the Star Cup, because the so-called law is not only the power of the gods, but also the world itself.

The earth has gods, the oceans have gods, and acquired concepts such as war and forging also have gods. All existing concepts are the prototypes of gods.

What determines their strength is simply the degree to which the marrow is activated due to the number of phenomena.

Therefore, in this land that has been covered by endless wars since its birth, the God of War, as their creator, has surpassed all the gods of innate concepts and holds the word "strongest" in his hands. .

Under such superior conditions, Jibril was well aware of even the secrets that were considered taboo for other races.

"Although I can't find a flaw in you, after all, no matter how I sense it, whether it's breath or strength level, they are all warning me that you are a god."

Jibril smiled and her tone was very calm, as if she was explaining the facts.

"But judging from my past experience, I think you are just like that mythical beast, an unknown existence covered in the concept of divine marrow."

If other people of the same race heard Jibril's words, they would be very surprised.

Having a negative or even skeptical attitude towards known conclusions is something that is difficult for upper-level races to understand. After all, those experiences are based on facts.

As beings, their natural strength and performance are all set. Unless they are special individuals like the first Flügel, they will never behave outside of the settings, such as challenging alone. Dragon spirits breed this kind of thing.

Because that's impossible.

But as the last Flügel created by the God of War with high hopes, Jibril's strength index is also top-notch, but it is still insufficient compared with the strongest one, but even if she was born far away Although not comparable, her record is no less than that of the other party.

This characteristic of questioning the impossible is precisely her imperfection and the reason why she can repeatedly create miracles.

"According to Sir Artex, although the God of Victory is a god, his power was not born in this universe, and his nature is not so pure. Instead, it is mixed with many concepts, so his incarnation can Possessing the unborn divine marrow, he gained the power to fight against the gods."

"This is also the reason why the God of Victory has power comparable to Lord Artosh. The superposition of multiple divine marrows makes it far more powerful than other gods."

The pretty girl spoke softly.

"The concept is the soul of the divine species, and the existence of the divine marrow is just the body. Therefore, after possessing the entity in advance, skipping the birth process, and taking out the future power one step in advance, the two will naturally merge. As one, there is no possibility of rejection or suspension, because they are all part of the concept.

"But because this crucial step has been passed, the marrow of those divine beasts can never truly take shape, and naturally they cannot be regarded as true divine species."

Jibril raised her chin slightly, with a hint of excitement in her tone.

"Therefore, you, who also wears the divine marrow on his body but appears as a god, is definitely not a true god."

"That's amazing," Roland's face was full of admiration and he clapped his hands gently a few times. "However, telling the truth so straightforwardly will only put you in an irreparable situation? In the end, there is no point in finding the truth. On the level of power, I still have no doubt of divine species.”

"Of course it is meaningful. The process of exploring the noble unknown is enough for me to give everything."

Jibril tilted her head and showed a devilish smile, followed by a sharp murderous aura.

"What's more, there may only be one opportunity in this world to kill the god species. You can't let it go no matter what, right?"

"Even if the divine marrow is broken, it is impossible to kill the divine species as a concept. There is no doubt about this. However, you are just different because of the divine marrow. Among the divine species, you should be considered a defective product. The gap between being extremely difficult to kill and being impossible to kill cannot even be made up by the gap between superior races like us and those lower creatures.”

With her eyes firmly locked on Roland, the girl suspended in mid-air grinned with an infatuated face.

"Uh heh, uh heh heh heh heh... Such an opportunity has actually been given to me, everyone must be very envious!"

It seemed that because she was too excited, glistening saliva even flowed from the corner of the girl's mouth.

Where did you come from as a pervert?

In this world where both the environment and life are somewhat morbid, Jibril's style of painting with such an expression is really out of place.

But thanks to this, Roland understood again.

The individual named Jibril is a true anomaly.

She is definitely not something that can be described as a god-killing vanguard using props.

She is the killing angel.

The reason why she chose to challenge Roland was not because of arrogance or obsession, but because she decided to risk her life after making a rational assessment and clarifying the gap between the two sides.

The reason that supports her is also very simple.

Although the possibility of victory is slim, what if I am the one who wins?

Not doing something when you know there is a possibility of success is a form of neglect.

"In the next time, I will bet everything on myself to find the only chance to win."

Facing the girl's words full of respect and awareness, Roland also smiled softly.

The next moment, Jibril's figure disappeared.

Miracles like spatial transfer are just instinctive actions for the girl.

The Flügel is a nearly immortal life form, immune to disease, toxins, and even physical and mental disturbances. As long as she is not killed on the spot, her regenerative ability can bring her back from death.

Using elves, their bodies can easily break through physical limitations and teleport to anywhere they have seen or been, and it is not difficult to cross planets.

Even if they don't deliberately protect themselves, the Flügel's body is strong enough to withstand the explosion of a hydrogen bomb at close range.

As the leader among the Flügels, Jibril's strength is also top-notch. Five percent of her strength is enough to recreate the miracle of dividing the sea. Under normal conditions, her full strength can directly evaporate an ocean.

Although it sounds arrogant, Roland also admitted that the possibility of victory mentioned by Jibril exists. After all, as long as the plan is perfect enough and the star cup appears in front of the weakest human species, it will become true.

"Heh, but the possibility is just a possibility."

Roland smiled and shook his head.

If we really want to talk about it, as he grows, Killer Queen may grow to the level of standing upside down and blowing up the earth. However, the process in the middle is made up of many miracles that transcend the world. It is self-evident. .

"I want to commend you for your courage, but this behavior is just stupid."

His expression remained unchanged and he waved his hand casually.

The surrounding space was immediately torn apart like a canvas, and the solidified atmosphere let out a silent roar, as deep as ink, and the edges were full of twisted and chaotic ravines, as if they were about to suck in all the universe.

Pieces of hollows with cracks radiated around, splitting the void, and spitting out all the dirty blood of the planet.

The dead elves volatilized a large amount of pollution from their spiritual corpses, and the concentration was so high that even creatures such as forest elves would die immediately after being touched.

Just the aftermath caused the impact and energy to split mountains and crack rocks, spreading as if to tear the surrounding sky into pieces. Ordinary small cities would disappear in an instant in the face of such a disaster.

This environment will also be destroyed due to the pollution of high concentrations of spiritual corpses.

"Things like gods really pollute the environment if we take it seriously."

Jibril whispered in her heart with unknown feelings, but the morbid enthusiasm on her face did not disappear.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable for Jibril. This concentration of spiritual bones completely blocks her from giving up her strategy of materializing the deal, and there is only one place left in the distorted space, which is where An Ran is. Waiting in front of Roland.

With just a wave of her hand, all her plans turned into ridiculous performances, leaving only one allowed possibility.

A butterfly that has fallen into a trap.

But because of this, Jibril had a happy smile on her face.

This situation was more to her liking. It was almost impossible for the Flügel to defeat the gods. All the strategies she thought out based on her own wisdom and experience relied on escape as a condition for victory.

If you want to win by defeating the gods, there is only one way from the beginning.

Along with the sound of gurgling water, the wings behind Jibril lit up, compressing the elf and venting it out, flashing in front of Roland. At this moment, the two were so close that they could feel each other's breathing.

But Roland did not launch an attack. Instead, he looked at her beauty up close with an expression of interest, as if mocking her, as if toying with her.

good chance!

After seeing this, Jibril took a deep breath, and her amber pupils revealed a hot and morbid murderous intention.

Whether Roland treats her as an ant or an opponent, it means her failure. Only by treating her like a plaything can she find a chance of victory.

Jibril frantically extracted her own magic power, which was as violent and divine as the sea, wanting to release all the power. However, her body did not respond to her will.

Such a turn of events stunned the girl, and her pupils gradually dilated.

"What's this……?"

The body seemed to have fallen into nothingness. Although it could be felt, it could not move, as if it was trapped in a trembling quagmire.

"This is the pressure of the soul."

"Stronger mass will bring stronger gravity, which is the same for the body and soul. Regardless of using numbers to fight against my companions, just using individuals to resist the coercion exuded by my soul will Get caught up in a situation like this.”

"If it is an ordinary creature whose spirit and body have not been united, and if it does not restrain itself deliberately, it will kill anyone who sees me. Thanks to you being a life that transcends the rules and has a body and soul that are united, this kind of misfortune can be avoided. , However, being unable to move like this will only make it worse for you."

Roland looked at Jibril with a half-smile, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, and rubbed it casually.

Whether it is the wall of the heart or the void, they all have special attacks on the soul. The pollution of the concept of beasts has strengthened Roland's characteristics. Even the trajectory of fate will be tilted towards it, not to mention the rules of physics?

Leaving aside the wild boar, for a single Flügel, in front of him, even the act of launching an attack was a chasm.

Even though Jibril wanted to look away and avoid contact with Roland, the chill that spread to her limbs was still overwhelming for the girl's body.

"However, I still like this courage very much, and you also match my aesthetics very well, and you have a very good character,"

Perhaps it was because there were too many women with twisted personalities around him, but Roland felt from the bottom of his heart that Jibril in this state was very heartwarming.

"Hmm... As expected, I'd better grab it. We have to face each other in the end anyway, and you don't seem to have any objections."

Roland smiled and stroked the girl's long purple hair, with no intention of getting an answer. It was his habit to observe what kind of expression the enemy would show when faced with such a statement.

"OK."

The angel with majestic beauty looked at Roland in front of him with serious eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth never weakened.

The geometric halo on Jibril's head emits a dazzling red light in the high concentration of elves.

Then, in Roland's surprised eyes, the girl who should have been unable to move slightly raised her fingers. Although this movement was very slight, it was as stiff as a patient who had been bedridden for a long time when he moved his body again, and most of his body was still there. Unable to move under pressure.

But it is undeniable that the girl did raise her finger.

In the end, Jibril raised her entire arm slowly but firmly.

The Flügel itself is the magic woven by the God of War Artho.

Therefore, the spell called protective magic represents a part of their self-sustainment, which is always unfolding.

But Jibril actually doubted the power of her creator, learned the magic of other races, and developed more powerful protection. Because of this, she was able to quickly understand the unfamiliar concept of soul pressure when she came into contact with it. Its composition is innovative and uses special techniques to add its own quality.

Converting experience into strength, turning potential into the future, Jibril, who is now in front of Roland, can no longer be treated with the cognitive category of Flügel.

As if she had understood the desire in Roland's heart, the accumulated power in Jibril's raised hand surged crazily, creating a whirlpool in the broken void.

The elves forcibly squeezed from the atmosphere and the planet had already completed the compression step in advance in the previous battle. Therefore, in less than half a second, the glowing elves were transformed into Jibril's hands and shook. There is no fixed spear.

"Then as you wish, if you can take over everything from me, let alone become yours, it doesn't matter even if you want to do whatever you want with this body."

Jibril said words that were as ambiguous as a vow, without even the intention of hearing Roland's response.

With her cold voice, she cast down the nightmares of many races on this planet.

"——Sky Strike!"

In an instant, a roar that made even the void tremble swept through everything.