Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

The thrilling blazing white light continues to gather, merging into one in the way that hundreds of rivers return to the sea.

"What the hell! Who used Sky Strike just now?"

"I don't know, I didn't feel any reaction in the city-state!"

In the flash of light that burned the sky and the earth, the Flügel guarding the city-state fell into chaos and panic.

The Creator's order was for them to move forward with Abanthelim and to prohibit unauthorized attacks before arriving at the battlefield. The sudden appearance of the sky strike now means that it was the Flügel that first caused the full-scale conflict. From this perspective Consider, this behavior and rebellion also make no sense.

But soon, the chaos quickly subsided due to the unusual number.

The combined technique of firing tens of thousands of volleys was a miracle that could only be achieved by increasing the size of today's Flügel by about nine times, but their master had stopped creating Flügel many years ago.

And combined with the current intelligence, someone will soon understand the truth.

"This is...the Elkia Alliance's initiative to declare war."

"The only ones who can imitate Sky Strike are Ex-Machina. Those stunts are useless imitations by monkeys."

Azriel, who had grasped the situation, flew forward with a ferocious smile on her face.

"Ah ha... How dare you do such an act of looking down on others, you're just a piece of iron!"

Although they were far outnumbered, Azrael was not afraid at all.

Although the combined attack of the Ex-Machina was no less than the Flügel's original god-killing act, in the final analysis, it still could not be called the full power of the Flügel.

The basic quality gap between the two sides is too big. The reason why the heads of the Ex-Machina are of high value to the Flügel is simply because they live in groups and are extremely threatening to ordinary hunting teams.

When the Winged Species really come out in full force, there won't be any enemies in this world that they can be afraid of.

But it cannot be underestimated, because the opponent's real main force has not yet emerged.

Seeing Roland gradually rising into the sky with her own perception magic, Azriel tried her best to suppress her instinctive screams and quickly issued instructions.

"Raphael, lead the nine-wing team to attack the warships that may launch marrow blasts from the goblins. All battleships that are left will be attacked by Sarakir. Take all ten to eighteen wings to prevent the forest elves as quickly as possible. …”

Although arrogant, the strength of the Flügel is also all-round, from combat intelligence to adaptability.

In their previous daily hunts, where they treated the entire planet as their back garden, a lot of secret information was also analyzed.

Even Azriel was a little surprised by the power of these weapons, but that was all. The marrow blast could theoretically kill the gods.

But as Okan said self-deprecatingly, the enemy is never a target that will stay in place. No matter how good the weapon is, it must be thrown at the enemy's head to be effective.

Azriel spread her wings and shouted loudly.

"The remaining wings will join me in launching a sky strike to crush these scrap iron canons!"

Ex-machines will call copied spells pseudo-canons, and their own creations called true canons.

The difference between authenticity and fakeness is enough to explain the advantages and disadvantages. Fake products cannot beat the real ones. Azrael is very sure of this. After all, there has never been a sword bone in Disbod.

With Roland's mysterious character, it's impossible to regard the Ex-Machina's pseudo-code as a sure kill. He probably has a lot of hidden cards. This attack is probably just a sign.

But now, I am no longer alone. No matter what conspiracy he lurks, I only need to use my strength to wash away the shame of last time.

But at the moment when Azrael raised her hand confidently, preparing to guide the combination of spells, she suddenly saw Roland in the distance also raising his hand.

That exact same gesture made Azrael's pupils suddenly shrink to the size of a needle tip, and she watched helplessly as the bright and gorgeous light like a galaxy gathered together, setting off a stream of broken Qi mist with an indescribable sense of pressure.

No one knows that gesture better than Azriel.

It was an unparalleled blow delivered by the God of War who put all his strength into it - that is, a divine strike.

Even if the races that are best at killing have their own trump cards, and even one shot is enough to destroy the entire continent, they will still be overshadowed by this terrifying magical skill.

Not to mention just detonating the marrow that deactivated the power of the marrow, even if all the divine marrow species were resurrected and then self-destructed together, the result would not change at all.

Because this move is special.

——The manifestation of power.

——The revelation of legal principles

——The strongest definition.

Azrael let out a small cry, her hands trembling slightly, as if she had forgotten how to weave a spell that symbolized herself. This state quickly spread to the surrounding Flügel.

No explanation was needed, they could understand that in the right hand raised by the young man in the distance was gathered a principle that could not be controlled even with the combined power of all the Flügels.

"Shen Canon Divine Strike, how is it possible..."

Azriel shouted angrily, clenching her fists, and remembering the various weird experiments Roland had done on her before, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in her heart.

Could it be that that guy got the key from me?

"Hu-hu-wahahahahaha!"

Before Azrael could think of the answer, an inappropriate laugh suddenly rang out among the commotion of the Flügel.

But what is incredible is that at the moment when the loud laughter rang out, all the anxiety and fear of the Flügel were blown away like the breeze. They immediately became quiet, waiting for the master of laughter, their creator, to give orders.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that you were the one who couldn't wait first. You came unexpectedly early! Hahaha!"

Artosh continued to laugh that shook the world, and Azrael gritted his teeth and spoke tremblingly.

"Sorry, Master, this situation seems to be because of me..."

"Because of you? Oh, you're talking about that."

Artosh interrupted Azrael's thinking with just one sentence, and laughed as if he already knew.

"It doesn't matter, let's just say, my wings, you did a good job, you did a good job!"

"To be able to confront the strongest me, if not the weakest, I must also be the strongest, right?"

The God of War said happily, raising his right hand high.

Just like this, the surrounding space and time were shocked, and fluctuations that were no less than the light in the distance gathered in an instant.

"All hands - ready."

That tone was anything but passionate, and he immediately canceled all the instructions Azriel had just given.

All the Flügels used space movement to instantly return to Azriel's side, because this sentence meant only one thing.

The strongest god, the master who is the king of kings, will gather together the Flügel's sky strikes that are part of his power, and release that unparalleled strike that all gods will surrender to.

But what Azrael could clearly feel was that not all of her power had been extracted. Just like the other side, Artosh was only using them as power amplifiers at this moment.

"With all due respect, that must be the enemy's goal, right?"

Because it is full power, it will still take some time for Artosh to return to his peak state after releasing the divine strike. The enemy still has many threatening toys hidden and unused, and maybe they are planning to behead Artosh while he is in such a weak state. tactics.

Azrael reminded her like this, but what Artosh said was an arrogant answer that only he could allow.

"so what?"

Gazing at the fierce golden eyes, Azrael stood frozen as if struck by lightning.

Regarding this question, the Creator had already told her the answer last time.

Maybe it was insight, maybe it was the power of God, but Artesio had already known everything the enemy had done, but he still sat back and watched everything happen.

What if a weak person shows off his cleverness? So what should the strong man, the king, the god of war do?

Azrael, who was extremely ashamed that she had forgotten such a thing, shouted loudly.

"All Flügel—prepare for a sky strike and entrust everything to Master Artho!"

Artosh confirmed this order with a ferocious smile.

That's right, what's there to be afraid of and what's there to be confused about when faced with the stupid tricks of the weak showing off their cleverness?

The strong should take hatred as joy, enjoy anger, allow rebellion, and pamper the stupidity of the weak. This is the strongest manifestation.

Then, let’s put those ignorant people who don’t know the heights of the sky——

"You can do whatever you want and ravage it completely, this is the strong man!"

Artosh showed a satisfied smile and looked at the powerful force coming from the distance that made him feel excited, and he held high the power entrusted to him.

As a result, the laws of the universe began to cry, and the order of the planet gradually distorted around his hand.

"If the unknown can defeat me, can I really be called the strongest?"

Artho stood up from the throne, spread out his shining pure white wings, and spit out the joy that was overflowing in his chest.

"Old enemy, I guess today I will understand the answer to this eternal question."

Suddenly, he waved his right hand down heavily.

The moment he waved his arm down, the rushing light quickly pierced out and hit the indescribable power in the distance.

At this moment, it was as if a huge paintbrush fell from the sky, and the galaxy tilted upside down and began to wash away the earth. The sky was illuminated by the sudden burst of light, making it look like daylight, and the roaring explosion sounded like it was shattering the planet.

Indescribable energy swept across all directions, causing the space to roll and disappear painfully, sounding the destruction of Yuezhuang.

After a while, after the light dissipated, all that was left was the tornado soaring into the sky. It penetrated straight through the outside of the planet, but could not bring up any dust. This was not only because of the force exerted when the two divine strikes collided. Under the light, everything has turned into nothingness, because even the debris that was attracted will be torn into pieces by the wind that was transformed from the escaped energy.

"Command the whole ship and all the magicians to launch the fourth protection of the ancient world together, move quickly!"

It was obviously far away from the hurricane formed by the frenzy, but Xinke still gave the order with a trembling voice.

Facts quickly verified her foresight. The spells released by Cainas' protection in the past were powerful enough to withstand the sky attack. However, in this attack that could not even be called the aftermath, The white paper was torn into pieces.

Even with the layers of superposition, many battleships were still seriously damaged.

Although they were both of the same species of gods, they were too far apart. Looking at the disappearing continent and ocean below, Xinke couldn't help but feel lucky that Roland had given an order to build an aerospace ship with all his strength.

Otherwise, in the aftermath of the battle, which made the planet seem to have been bitten by someone, they would not even be able to resist and would be swallowed directly.

Xinke raised her head, stared at Roland's solemn expression, took a deep breath, and even though she had already guessed the answer, she still asked with the last trace of luck.

"Miss Hubie, after releasing this blow, even the God of War will probably fall into a period of weakness."

How much she hoped Hubie could confirm her guess. However, even after gaining the heart, the Ex-Machina still had a cold cruelty.

"[Negative] Although it is expected that the target will only have 12% of its power left, judging from the divine marrow, this power still exists three times as high as the target's Okan, which is better than the will body."

"That's right,"

Suddenly, Roland nodded calmly, feeling the power that was almost drained from his body. Although it was the strongest divine attack, his power was completely suppressed by Artesiu. The energy wind that was still raging above the planet was an example. .

Even though he has a perpetual motion machine that can continuously replenish his energy, Artexiu is still recovering. Because of his different abilities, although his recovery speed is slower than his own, the quality and quantity will never be inferior to him.

Even if he takes advantage of the opponent's arrogance, Roland is still at an absolute disadvantage.

In the distance, Abantheim also changed from his previous slow speed and rushed towards the battlefield in the sky. The wings of the Flügel next to him also began to shine with the light of power, and they were looking at the Alliance warships with eager eyes.

"They are coming..."

Jibril whispered, and stood next to Roland. Because she was only used for amplification before, although her size has shrunk a lot, she still maintains considerable fighting ability.

However, the threat of the Flügel was only a trivial matter. Everyone was silent as they watched the blazing light flying out of the city-state, shining as bright as the sun.

Even if all the Flügels are killed, what will happen?

As long as Artosh cannot be eliminated, the aftermath of the battle will swallow them up. By then, it will be nothing more than a worthless victory.

"call……"

Under such heavy pressure, Jibril also closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

Immediately, she unfolded it again and smiled at Roland.

"If it was the master, he must have taken countermeasures long ago."

Unlike Jikai, who looks calm on the outside, but is already a fanatical believer of Roland in his heart and cannot question Jibril, Jibril is not that blind.

But she couldn't deny that the emotions in her heart were far beyond those of the Flügel. Even with such an unsettling gap between the enemy and ourselves, she still had faith that Roland would win.

Even though it may be something that he cannot achieve, if Roland does it, it will definitely become true.

"Since we don't want to be affected, wouldn't it be enough to change the battlefield?"

Roland smiled slightly and looked at his companions around him. He had spent a lot of effort integrating so many forces, not just to waste them in the aftermath.

"You just continue to fight the Flügel on Disbod. I will take Artosh to another battlefield exclusive to us."

"Another battlefield...where is that place?"

Jibril blinked and asked curiously.

"universe."

Roland stretched out his finger, raised it with a smile, and pointed it to the sky.

"The universe beyond this planet."