Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Execution time?

This is another term that the demon cannot understand, but the young man above him does not intend to explain it.

Because the moment the other party informed him of this fact, Rick had already completed the action simultaneously.

With a cold expression on his face, he clenched the long sword with both hands up and down, and pulled it out of the body of the demon species.

When the rolling blood hit the ground and made a sound, Rick completely ignored the fact that he was being clamped by the demon's claws. He bent his legs and put on a wonderful posture, aiming coldly at the demon. neck.

This approaching crisis forced the demon to refocus its attention on the human in front of him. He was not even in the mood to say harsh words, but instead frantically increased the strength of his arms.

Although they did not understand where the two men's confidence came from, the demon's powerful intuition had sounded the alarm in its heart, causing it to react in an instant.

No matter what other methods this human has, as long as the opponent's remaining health bar is emptied, there will definitely be a turn for the better.

It believed so firmly, but in the next moment, the helpless confusion replaced all the demon's anger and unwillingness.

--Why!

The tall demon shrank its eyes and roared crazily in its heart. It could already feel the wonderful touch of the human body in its hands that was gradually unable to support itself under its own power. But when this power was about to turn into real damage, it Stopped moving.

In other words, under an inexplicable force, his movements were forced to change.

The demon watched helplessly as he let go of Rick's hand, staggered a few steps towards the back, and finally lowered his head deeply, becoming unable to make a sound, unable to move, and being slaughtered by his neck. .

Even though it had released its magic power with all its strength, the alienated elf was surrounded by a layer of purple-red demonic energy, which continued to spread, and the crisp sound of cracking silk also sounded in the air one after another.

This impact was far greater than when it knocked Rick away before, but this time, Rick's body holding the sword high was as motionless as a rock.

"The moment of execution cannot be interrupted by external means."

Rick sighed and took a deep breath.

This is in sharp contrast to his relaxed and freehand movements like flowing water.

This human being is trapped just like himself, and can only forcefully complete everything in front of him!

In other words, this is not a unilateral enhancement, but the game mechanism he stated from the beginning... From the beginning, he has been taking advantage of this information gap to fuel my contempt, just to make me feel contemptuous. I used this method to drain the blood to the point where I could be executed.

The demon's thoughts were like lightning. Combining Rick's performance with his own experience, he suddenly understood everything.

Even if this is really a game, there is an irreparable gap between the skills and physical strength of his own and this human being, even after the opponent upgrades.

If we proceed steadily, we still don’t know who will win.

But under Rick's deliberate stimulation, the fear of the unknown made it give up thinking, and instinctively used its best power to solve everything, thus creating the mechanical conditions for the other party to achieve this execution.

However, when the demon realized this fact, it was already too late.

Amidst the criss-crossing demonic energy, Rick's postured arms suddenly erupted.

The hard earth collapsed and exploded under the trampling of his footsteps, accompanied by a roar like a charging chariot. The atmosphere also made an invisible roar during the friction. For a time, in the field of vision of the demon species, there was only a line like The sword light came like a tide.

Between the lightning and flint, from the monster's thick neck to its strong abdomen, a horrific wound was exposed bit by bit with blood spurting out and organs flowing out.

"I... actually died at the hands of humans."

As a high-ranking demon who did not even pay attention to the upper-ranking forest elves and goblins, the head and upper body of the upper-level demon slowly slipped from the body bit by bit. He twisted his neck with difficulty, but he only saw himself for a moment. It was emptied and headed towards the final blood tank.

"It's not easy to feel the omen of the end of the war. It's really unfortunate..."

Sighing in despair, the demon species whose skin had turned into a dead gray color completely lost its vitality.

Through it, many light spots spread out of his body, floating in the air, condensing into white king chess pieces.

"Huhu..."

Seeing this scene, Rick couldn't help but feel weak, and managed to support his shaky body with his sword.

The mechanism of the health bar prevented the injuries from appearing on his body, but the damage caused by the monster would not disappear. They drained the young man's physical strength almost immediately. If Rick's willpower was not still struggling to persevere, he would It's not surprising that he fainted directly.

Rick raised his head and sighed: "I have kept you waiting for a long time, Lord Roland."

"It doesn't matter. Judging from the results, I saw a wonderful show."

Roland smiled indifferently, and the light in his hand flashed slightly. Rick's consumed energy and even the damage around him were quickly restored.

"With a body that has only been upgraded once, you can fight against high-level monsters. Even if you are placed among other races, you are still an elite combat power that cannot be ignored."

The Lord God who he regarded as the target of his admiration praised him so much, but Rick was not at all proud. Instead, he showed a helpless smile.

"You are joking. If I didn't have the various game forms you taught me and only relied on what I remembered, I would be the one who died."

After Rick's spiritual outfit appeared, in order to test whether the so-called game concept would change due to his cognition, he was pulled by Roland to play many strange games.

In that game console that was carved out by the gods and given life, Rick has been familiar with the so-called mouse, keyboard, controller, and finally even the immersive virtual stealth for a long time.

But after experiencing the vast game worlds for himself, Rick knew that his hard work was completely worth it.

In order to make up for the unreasonable difference in strength between himself and other races, the setting of the game that uses souls as fuel and continues the world with flames has become one of Rick's best games.

By the way, the living game console has been enshrined as the patron saint of the kingdom by his sister Croni with the queen's privileges, and he loves it every day after office hours.

"There is no need to be self-effacing. My original intention was just an experiment. Rick, sometimes I don't know whether you were born in the wrong world or the right world. In any world, you are qualified to be a hero. But only this world can release your brilliance to the greatest extent."

Roland did not hide the fact that he came from another world from Rick. Anyway, the other party probably guessed it through Veleslana's performance.

It is precisely because of this that Rick truly admires Roland who still chooses to challenge Artosh even though he could just run away and avoid this chaotic world.

Doing the same thing with extra choices and no choices has completely different meanings.

At this time, another beautiful figure also moved to Roland's side.

After seeing the girl's delicate face and the strange wings on her back, Rick hurriedly put down the sword in his hand again and lowered his head deeply.

"Miss Jibril."

Although he knew that this was a Flügel that Roland rated as trustworthy, his past experiences still prevented Rick from completely letting go of the feeling of alienation.

Moreover, compared with the Flügel he knew, this person's performance was really hard to put down.

Therefore, after witnessing that Roland, who had no serious human appearance, could have such an intimate communication with Jibril without changing his face, Rick couldn't help but feel a deep awe of Roland, from his courage to the indescribable aspects. in this way.

"You ran too fast! You clearly promised to wait for me!"

As soon as she arrived at Roland's side, Jibril puffed up her mouth and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"But thanks to this, you just caught up with the last scene, otherwise the time for Rick's decisive blow would have been advanced."

"What does it matter? Anyway, he can be resurrected. With the smell of that demon species, it can barely be called a head that can be collected. This level of difference, according to the setting of that game , Rick must have a chance of resurrection."

Jibril sat on Roland's shoulder and looked at Rick.

"Twice indeed."

Rick shuddered subconsciously and answered immediately, trying to divert Jibril's attention.

However, Jibril didn't care at all about his answer.

"Speaking of which, have you thought about that matter, little Rick?"

Her eyes instantly locked on the chess piece floating in the air, and her eyes suddenly took on a morbid and dangerous look.

"As long as you give me your spiritual equipment to study for a day, you can choose any of the spells I have? I'm not boasting. The number of spells I have is probably only comparable to that of the Ex-Machina. As long as you hand over the spiritual equipment for one day, you can directly obtain the collection of the forest elves, isn't this a good deal?"

"Please forgive me for refusing!"

Rick shook his head without hesitation, and the chess piece next to him began to tremble of its own accord, as if sensing Jibril's malicious gaze, and fell directly into Rick's hand.

"Don't worry, your spiritual equipment is formed by combining the divine essence. Even I won't break it...probably."

"It's this kind of statement that doesn't make me feel at ease!"

Although he usually behaves very weakly, Rick's remaining integrity still allows him to firmly hold the chess piece in his hand.

After learning from Roland that he contained the weak marrow of an unborn god species and that it was sealed by his spiritual equipment, Rick understood the origin of the specificity of his spiritual equipment.

It is precisely because of the combination of the divine essence of the divine species that Rick can use the realm formed by the spiritual equipment to create rules that even high-level demon species cannot violate, as well as mechanisms and settings that are completely inconsistent with common sense.

His desire is certainly important, but without that divine being who is very compatible with him, he would never be able to have such extraordinary power.

Where Rick possesses strategy and the big picture, the Djinn are unparalleled in their concepts of power and nuance.

Just like his spiritual equipment, the game requires at least two people for the game to be interesting.

Similarly, only two players working together can create heroic miracles one after another.

God of games.

The one who brought him into this game life, no matter what game he was in, no matter how strong he became, he was a good opponent who could compete with him to the point of being inseparable.

For Rick, its meaning is far more than just a simple plug-in, not to mention that the two have a relationship like childhood sweethearts.

From the time he could remember, the other person had been by his side, sometimes as a companion, sometimes as an opponent, and sometimes as a friend who laughed with him.

No matter how great the benefit is, Rick will never hand it over without permission. Of course, Roland is an exception. After all, this adult has been kind to them all.

"Okay, I've already explained the principles of the experiment to you."

Roland shrugged, patted the unwilling Jibril, and consoled her with a smile.

"It's just my imitation of another system. Although theoretically, the potential of spiritual equipment has reached a level sufficient to let out its own 'principle', but before it is realized, it is still just an immature theory. .”

"You have learned it, so you can say so," after being stopped by Roland, the girl's nose moved slightly and the wings behind her drooped. "For me, whose life goal is to explore the unknown, it is too torture to know that the treasure mountain is right in front of me but cannot touch it."

Although Roland has made great achievements in how creatures construct spiritual equipment, it still takes some time to study a life like Jibril formed by God's magic.

After learning the news, Jibril, who was running around the Kingdom of Elkia for Roland, stared at Roland from the head of the bed to the end of the bed with resentful eyes.

"Otherwise, why would I come out with you specially? It depends on your luck to find the person who comes to your door."

Roland smiled slightly.

"what do you mean……"

Jibril looked happy, but before she finished speaking, Rick, who was almost ignored by the two of them, took the initiative to take over the next sentence.

"Lord Roland, Miss Jibril, if you are waiting for a strong enemy... then it seems that she has already arrived."

"Oh?" Jibril was slightly startled. "As a human, your senses are actually sharper than mine. It seems that you are valued by Lord Roland for a reason."

"It just happened to happen,"

Rick narrowed his eyes, pointed at the chess pieces in his hand that had collected all the game fields, and pointed at his head.

His spiritual equipment will provide the number of resurrections in the battle game based on the strength of the enemy. The gap between the high-level monster species that can slaughter the elven team and Rick gives him two chances to be revived.

And now, there, a striking 99 is shining.

This is still not the specific combat power gap between the two, but the current upper limit of spiritual equipment, which can only provide him with ninety-nine lives.

This also means that the strength of the visitor is powerful enough to break the marrow.

"And," at this point, Rick looked at the blood bar that had broken through the sky and sighed helplessly. "I can't ignore such a long health bar even if I want to."

When the figure of a green-haired girl looming in the distance, with a single horn on her head and two wings, and who was attacking with great speed came into view, Jibril also had a look of confusion on her face.

"That's...Senior Azriel? What is she doing here?"