Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

The planet is shrouded in the despair of war day and night, and only Abanthelim is still floating leisurely in the sky.

It is like a whale floating in the sky, carrying strange buildings on its back, like a dreamy sky city.

In this bloody era of killing each other, a world that is no different than hell, it is the paradise that should only exist in fantasy, with incomparable comfort and happiness.

But this conclusion has nothing to do with its power as a fantasy species.

Although as the second-ranked beings in the sequence, fantasy species have the adaptability to the Elf Corridor second only to the god species, but due to their scarcity and different styles, most of them maintain a solitary state and have little relationship with their companions. The connection is not close.

In this way of survival that only relies on individual strength, even lower-level races such as the elves have the confidence to kill and even capture them. Even if Abantheim is stronger than the ordinary fantasy species, they do not have the capital. .

The reason why it can become a paradise comes entirely from the cute girls on its back.

They always sing happily every day.

"Salaziel stole my treasure level 3 head!"

"Stealing is such an ugly word. It should be said that it is robbing."

"Listen to me, it seems that the goblins have built a new warship. Those who want to participate in the annihilation competition raise their hands!"

The girls, who were as beautiful as angels, were flying freely in the green sky with petals fluttering in the wind, while having a lively discussion.

That's right, before becoming a Phantasma, Abantheim was still the headquarters of the Flügel.

In this war where even the planet is dying, and all races living on the earth are living in fear, the Flügel monopolizes all the happiness.

As the saying goes, most happiness is based on the misfortunes of others. The Flügel who drove the world to the end of hell naturally enjoy the highest happiness.

There is nothing illogical in this. The existence of the Flügel is the crystallization of the belief that all sentient beings long for war.

Spreading war to the world, as the embodiment of death, is their mission. Such a world couldn't be better for them.

Their emotions were high, and they went all out to kill in a world full of killings, enjoying this desperate era to their heart's content.

But today, something strange appeared in this world filled with the smiles and coquettishness of cute girls.

"Meow meow meow——! Everyone, Azriel and her companions have returned triumphantly!"

As the soft female voice echoed throughout this sky paradise, the Flügels, who were discussing the topic of killing with great interest, looked over together.

As the de facto leader and the first individual created by the Creator, Azrael enjoys high prestige among all Flügels.

"Sister Azriel, welcome back..."

A smiling greeting from a Flügel sounded amidst the screams of space transfer, but there was no response as usual. Azrael, who was covered in blood, didn't even pause and moved toward the throne room. The direction rushed over.

"How is the individual in the extra story?"

The moment she stepped into the throne room, a voice rang out.

But Azriel did not respond immediately. Instead, she folded her wings, let the halo on her head hang down, and slowly knelt down.

Sitting on the high throne is a man with muscles as strong as rock.

He is the strongest god, the God of War, and the creator of the Flügel, Artosh.

Artesiu was very tall, more than twice the size of an ordinary person. His face had a deep outline, and a beard as strong as steel hung down. The eighteen wings on his back were wrapped around his body like a cloak.

Although there was no malice in his sharp and bright golden eyes, Azriel still felt like her brain was numb.

But she, Azrael, knew that this feeling that had to make people feel awe was only a small part of what the strongest creator held, a drop in the ocean, and a slight manifestation of the powerful power.

"The traces were completely lost. After noticing the traces of the release of Sky Strike, I rushed over at full speed, but the traces of the sky and earth seemed to have been smoothed away. I took my companions and looked around for a long time, but there was still no trace. Any clues.”

Azriel reported respectfully, but she couldn't help but feel a little anxious in her tone.

She knew that among all the Flügels, Jibril was the one most valued by the Creator, and her unique behaviors due to her own imperfections were one of the few pieces of news that could make Artosh happy.

Moreover, even if these are put aside, Jibril is second only to the Lord God in importance to Azriel.

Every time she grows up, Azriel feels happy from the bottom of her heart. She knows very well how strong Jibril is now.

Among all the Flügels, Jibril is the only one who can make Azriel feel threatened in battle. An enemy that allows her to use Sky Strike with all her strength is troublesome no matter how you look at it.

"After searching the surrounding area, we captured several warships of the forest elves. Through interrogation of those pointed ears, we learned that they wanted to capture a fantasy species, but during the goblin's raid, they attracted The wild boar is the incarnation of the God of Victory, and little Jeep must have been attracted to it.”

Azrael's voice unconsciously contained a hint of worry.

"But now even the trace of the wild boar has disappeared. My lord, this is all my fault. When Xiaoji left alone, I should have followed quietly."

"That's it...haha, that's it."

As if he had learned something through speculation, Artosh laughed with a hidden meaning. As usual, Azriel didn't understand whether it was Jibril's thoughts or the Creator's thoughts.

Being a bit stubborn, she really couldn't deduce the Riddler's thoughts from the limited clues.

No, this arrogant thought is shameful in itself.

How can my humble self speculate on the thoughts of God, the master of the abyss?

This is truly a crime of disrespect.

The master is the strongest, the apex god of war, the embodiment of the supreme concept of war.

Unlike other fools who claim to be gods, Artosh is the strongest because he is the strongest.

Even if it was the previous Dragon King who claimed to be the strongest, or the God of Victory who longed for defeat, the reason why they were able to survive until now was simply because Artosh believed their words about betting their hope on the future.

They could be killed at any time if Artosh wanted to.

Therefore, even when the God of Victory came to challenge, Azrael saw his master smile, but after the challenge, he returned to the throne, just like he had been for thousands and tens of thousands of years, melancholy and carefree. Sitting lazily on the lonely throne.

But now, Artesio showed a fierce and passionate smile, and he looked happy, and even others could see it.

"The person who can kill me is finally about to appear... No, has it already appeared?"

Hearing these words, Azriel took a breath, frowned, and responded with some overreach.

"Impossible, no one in this world can compete with my lord."

The spirit species is the incarnation of the concept.

The concept of war held by Artosh is a concept born out of the cyclical intersection of life and death, soul and existence fighting each other.

Therefore, in the first period of the war, the Artes took to the battlefield themselves, arousing murderous intent, arousing hatred, and arousing angry rebellion.

He enjoys the stupid challenges launched by weaklings who risk their fragile lives and use all their wisdom, and then ravage them with overwhelming power.

However, Artosh, who had achieved his life goals since his birth, fell into confusion. The unilateral killing could not be called a war at all.

He has no interest in the throne of the only God, because for the strongest Artho, this world is in the palm of his hand.

He longed for a rival. An opponent who can challenge him, equal him, or even defeat him.

But this is a paradox, which is why Artesio has been depressed for a long time in a sense of fatigue, sitting high in the sky, looking down at the lower world.

"Being the strongest without challengers is meaningless."

Artexu's expression changed, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

"The one who kidnapped the extraneous individuals is a new species of gods, but unlike that kid, he is not bound by the concepts of this world. He transcends time and space and comes from the unknown from another world."

"The ten thousand years of waiting are worth it. It doesn't matter if I leave behind that brat, that trash fish, or other idiots who claim God's name in vain, because I finally got my reward."

It seemed that because he was very happy, Artosh rarely said a few more words.

"He is very strong now, but not strong enough. If he wants to confront the strongest me, he must first overcome these defeated obstacles and cross their corpses."

"Machines, forest elves, goblins and dragons, turn them all into nutrients."

"Only when he is the strongest can he confront me and kill me."

Seeing the ferocious smile on Artex's face, Azrael said tremblingly.

"Excuse me, my lord, the forest elves are already trying to use fantasy seeds as tools into their spells, and the goblins are also tinkering with the marrow. Since the purpose of those toys is already obvious, even if they are not destroyed first, , we can also understand..."

"so what?"

Artho's fierce golden eyes stared at his first creation.

She is the original template of the Flügel, with emerald-colored hair, heterochromatic pupils, wings that seem to be made of light, and a halo composed of magic circles and geometric figures that are more complex than Jibril. The strength of the other party.

In addition, there is a curved horn on the left side of her head. This devil-like feature clearly indicates the perfection of the other party.

It is possible for her to achieve the feats that Jibril has achieved, because the two have completely different powers.

She is perfect - as a sword.

But it was precisely because of this incomparable perfection that even cut off the way forward that Artosh saw his own shortcomings.

"To exercise and investigate your opponents because you are afraid of failure is the behavior of a weak person."

"I know he will definitely challenge me, wanting to gain power from other races, and will step over the corpses of gods and dragons. He is undoubtedly a strong man who can threaten me."

"These inadvertently obtained information is enough. If we investigate more information, we will be just a weak person showing off his cleverness. We cannot call him the strongest."

"My wings, you have to understand this

——He is the challenger. "

Ahhh...

Azrael lowered his head in sincerity.

Just like what the Lord God said, if you are obsessed with the throne of the only God, the strong man from outside the world will definitely come here on his own initiative. At that time, you can just save Jibril.

That’s right, there’s nothing to be confused about and nothing to be afraid of.

The only thing she had to do was let nature take its course.

Lord Artosh is invincible.

——

"This is the Kingdom of Elkia, Lord Roland."

In the end, Rick refused the proposal to use the Flügel to stew mushrooms. After all, even if the other party looked like a young girl, it was impossible to tell who would stew whom in a real fight.

After confirming Roland's purpose, Rick did not hesitate and took Roland back to the Kingdom of Elkia.

"Pfft - can this be called a kingdom? Well, it's enough for an incompetent human being to reach this level, so there's no need to be demanding."

When she saw her destination, even though she was in such a mess that she didn't even have the freedom to move, Jibril couldn't help but laugh.

This is not her fault. The so-called Kingdom of Elkia has very few buildings made of bricks and stones. Most of them are wooden buildings hastily built in caves according to the natural terrain. Even small towns It doesn't even count, at most it's somewhere between a mountain village and even a settlement.

The only thing that can be regarded as somewhat eye-catching is the palace at the top. Judging from the space, there are about a few playgrounds, and the main body is made of stones. It finally has a certain style.

Rick, who had long been accustomed to the human condition, remained calm, ignored Jibril's taunts, and introduced Roland.

"This title is indeed somewhat unworthy of the name, but the human species does operate according to the kingdom's system. All humans in the kingdom belong to my sister, the Queen of the Kingdom of Elkia, and the subjects of Croni Dora. However, because Regarding environmental issues, her only minister currently is me."

"It's really casual."

Roland smiled, reflecting the scene in front of his eyes.

Compared with what he remembered, the current number of human species has not increased much. According to Roland's perception, there are only more than 10,000 people on the ground.

Although the God of Victory who protects them does not have the characteristics of expanding the forest domain and providing survival resources like Cainas, he still frames a considerable range with his own domain, blocking all the raging spiritual corpses, allowing The living space of human beings has been greatly improved.

In the case where the leader is an elite like Rick, this situation can only be because they deliberately curb the growth of their numbers.

The distribution range is also very interesting. Although most of them are located on the surface and a few are located in underground caves, on the way back, Roland also sensed that there are many scattered ones outside the domain. Settlement.

As a race with the protection of gods, this performance is indeed a bit subtle.

Seeing Roland's interested expression, Rick sighed slightly and mustered up the courage to bow to Roland again.

"So...is there anything I can do for you, noble spirit species?"