Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

The twisted ripples visible to the naked eye mixed with the moon's dust and spread. The surface of Roland's surface continued to sink, and his vision was completely obscured.

The theoretical explanation for this state is that the energy in Artexu's body is increasing, but in Roland's view, this is more like an increase in the amount of intelligence present.

Just like when he merged from a demon into an apostle, his size also transformed into a huge giant of light, even capable of blocking the rules of the plane.

But to create this terrible effect, two purple bonded spirits, True Name and Lilith, together with the soul crystals formed by most of the lives in the lower world, and an entire layer of dungeons are needed as materials.

Artosh just now obviously did not perform this most critical operation, and his behavior completely violated the laws of thermodynamics.

Even magic only distorts the rules of physics by using elves to replace the scope of energy exchange. However, Artesh's existence has obviously increased to include not only the planet, but also the concept of heaven, earth, and the world. Let them appear in tangible form.

"Tsk,"

Roland clicked his tongue. It's fine for the weak, but for the strong, if you believe that Artexu will fall into a weak state after using the divine strike and want to add insult to injury, you will definitely die without a burial place.

According to Ex-Machina's calculations, Artosh will only have 12% of his strength left after using Divine Strike. Although it is still far better than ordinary gods, this number does not sound desperate.

In the past wars, it is impossible that no gods have considered this tactic, but they are obviously dead.

The reason is because of the current situation.

"The so-called strongest means the strongest because it is the strongest. What is the significance of the increase or decrease in strength?"

Even if he squanders his power at will, when someone surpasses him in magnitude, Artosh's power will automatically expand to the point of surpassing the opponent.

Possessing the law of will, this is the truth of the divine species.

Therefore, no one has ever thought of challenging Artex. In this universe, the {strongest} is the invincible existence.

Because there is no way to transcend this law, just like no one asks the sun, "Why do you shine?"

"No need to worry, the so-called strong one is me, and the weak one is everything except me."

Artexu said this in a fierce but self-deprecating tone. He stretched out his hand that had swelled to a huge size and grasped the God-killing Spear thrown by Roland.

Suddenly, the spear that could sink the continent was twisted unwillingly in his hand, but the power contained in it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and Artesiu easily resolved it.

But taking advantage of this opportunity, Roland also activated his divine speed and broke away from the storm caused by Artexu's mass. In the ripples of the waves, he looked at the indifferent God of War indifferently.

"Aren't you going to fight back?"

Roland's eyes flashed slightly and he said calmly.

"It's rare to meet someone of your level. If I don't keep your strength in my heart little by little, if I don't find the answer, how will I spend the lonely time in the future?"

Artho stood there blankly, feeling the sudden crack in his hand. Although the strength of the gun body was not worth mentioning, it was as sharp as a needle tip, and it still pierced his palm lightly.

"You have a very good ability to restrain the power of God,"

As if due to a long-lost injury, Artesio let out a bold laugh, and the arrogance in his body calmed down slightly.

"Although this level is not enough, if you use your full strength, you may be able to bring me a thrill of death, although this is not a risk."

Artosh didn't care about giving Roland the opportunity to take the lead in the battle. He even expected Roland to surpass his own limits and burst out with stronger power.

——Anyway, the stronger the opponent is, the stronger he will become, and even the more beautiful scenery he will see.

Every time he is on the verge of death, the new power will pull him back to the absolute peak. He will never be able to come into contact with the reality of death. Artosh has this confidence.

"So far, anyone who dares to challenge me will feel hatred for my strength. This cannot be hidden from my soul, but in you, I can't feel such emotions, only absolute confidence."

There was a dazzling golden light in Artosh's eyes, burning like the bright sun.

"So, in order to avoid my regret, Roland, can you tell me why you have the confidence to challenge me? In return, I will kill you cleanly and without any pain."

He just stared at Roland, neither defensive nor offensive, waiting for his answer, as if the battle for the strongest had nothing to do with him.

This kind of contempt shown on the face with ease is really infuriating.

Of course, Roland didn't feel superior because of such an attitude. He only had a strange feeling in his heart, as if he had seen his former self.

The corners of his mouth raised subconsciously, and the deepest malice was hidden in that inconspicuous arc.

How to answer Artho's question?

Ever since he was able to travel around the world and see the sea of ​​​​the world, Roland's horizons have been infinitely improved.

He knew very well that even the universe itself, which gave birth to the divine species, was actually small.

It might be a good choice to reveal the truth like this and make Artosh realize how pathetic his situation is.

The confusion and confusion, ambition and arrogance he once had, how ridiculous and fragile he was in front of the real world, bursting like a bubble.

But for the God of Concepts who is trapped by doubts, this approach may be more of a reward than an insult.

Therefore, we need to use more tactful and hateful words to repay.

Roland chuckled.

"If I have to say it, it's probably pity. There are many people trapped in cages, but at least they can look up at the stars in the sky through the windows or stare at the soil on the ground."

"But you are different, Artex. You have been standing at the top from the beginning. You can't see anything except the empty roof, so you are destined to be unable to get the answer."

"After all, even if other people tell you how shining the stars are and how dark the soil is, you can't even imagine it since you have never seen them. So, how can I hate you? On the contrary."

While Roland was organizing his words, he spoke slowly and in a regretful tone.

"——I feel sad for you from the bottom of my heart."

"Hahaha!"

A low roar filled with indignation and hatred echoed across the messy moon.

Roland's words were not kind, but the calm attitude in them made it impossible for Artosh to question them even if he wanted to.

The energy wrapped around Artexu's body was like a storm of lightning and thunder, as if it would explode at any time.

The God of War's heart was filled with lingering jealousy. He understood what Roland meant, and if he didn't verify it with actual actions, even if he knew these insignificant answers, they would be meaningless.

If he thinks he will win, even if Roland tells him the truth, he is destined to not get the answer. On the contrary, if he fails, even if Roland doesn't say anything, his doubts will naturally be solved.

As a result, a ferocious smile appeared on Artexio's lips.

"It's such a meaningless question. Thank you for your warning. Yes, let you and I tell the world the true essence of war through this battle.

——Come on, challenger! "

Artosh laughed proudly and raised his hand, but this time what he wanted to release was not the divine strike that would destroy all gods. Instead, after holding his fingers one by one, he would leap over the enemy in an instant. The distance between him and himself, the fist he tried to swing down.

...played off.

Roland quickly realized this when spiderweb-like cracks spread throughout the AT force field.