Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Uuuuuuu——!"

The shrill wails continued to sound above the battlefield. This was not because the injured warriors were weak in will. After all, they were drowned by the bursting energy storm before they could even wail.

These ghostly wails are the roar of scattered pieces of the moon as they fall into the atmosphere.

They are like a meteor shower, and like a long river flowing into the sea. They are like living creatures, constantly rising and gathering to vent their anger.

"What exactly happened on the moon?"

A petite Flügel looked into the distance and muttered to himself.

"..."

No one answered.

As companions who have hunted together and lived together for thousands of years, the Flügels all have similar personalities. If it were normal, someone would definitely respond to her words or chime in and ask questions.

But now, no one can give her attention.

Because their attention has been attracted by more important things.

The planet that has accompanied the Flügel for a long time and has left a place in the records of many races that have disappeared or have not disappeared has become history in the past.

The upper part of the moon was sinking in the inward vortex, ending with the white light that penetrated the planet. The planet that was directly penetrated was finally unable to maintain its posture at the end of the war, and the spreading cracks completely severed the connection between the plates. , continues to extend, and finally falls off completely.

A ring of star fragments mixed with planet fragments and meteorites splashed out along with the wave of red flames.

In the swirling light, the moon collapsed like an avalanche, and the scattered meteorites shot down like arrows, crushing and destroying everything. The previous meteor shower forced both sides to cease fighting and start to retreat. , it is the masterpiece caused by this disaster that shoots into the sky.

Then, compared with such overwhelming power, the disaster that caused the alliance that had already responded at full speed to still be swallowed up by one-tenth was just the most insignificant part.

It is not even the aftermath, the top is just a wave that is picked up by the tide.

In the sky where all the Flügels were looking up at the same time, the end of the line of sight that revealed fear and curiosity was the true reflection of the aftermath.

Like a nebula, there is still light from the raging flames inside, mixed with storms and haze, like a huge dust mass like the Iron Curtain.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would have thought that dozens of breaths ago, there was still an empty night there?

And the fact that the dust cloud was actually a planet that reflected light like a barrier a long time ago, even if you took the initiative to tell others, you would only get ridicule.

The power that was enough to cause the moon to explode and shatter in an instant, turning into dazzling dust and dissipating, was nothing more than the traces left by the battle between the two strongest gods.

Everyone realized that this was definitely not a force that could be countered by a united race, not even the Flügels.

At the same time, unprecedented curiosity was like a claw, tightly gripping the hearts of every Flügel who saw this scene, making them almost unable to control themselves.

"Lord Artosh's battle, is it over?"

"It's just the beginning."

The people who had slowed down a little looked at the two rays of light flying one after another through the dust clouds towards the depths that they could not observe, with a look of unwillingness on their faces.

Although I don't want to admit it, from the perspective of expressiveness, the existence named Roland is indeed an opponent that the rabid dogs of the God of War cannot reach. That is an opponent that except the Creator, no, it should be said that only the Creator can deal with it.

Otherwise, no one can resist this devastating enemy.

But more than unwillingness, there was unprecedented fear that fell in the hearts of these fearless girls.

The fight with Sir Artosh has been so inextricable, but the outcome has not yet been determined. What if... Sir Artosh loses?

"Will you win?"

"I will win."

Azriel clenched her teeth, took a deep breath, forced herself to turn her attention back to the battlefield, and looked at Jibril again.

There was obviously someone who was also concerned about her, but Jibril's reaction was much more relaxed.

This guy!

Azriel said seriously in a tone that sounded more like convincing herself than encouraging her companions.

"I will definitely win. Lord Artosh is... {the strongest}!"

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"The target has captured your traces and will arrive on the planet soon. One-tenth of the Alliance's troops have been lost, but the situation on the battlefield is still under control."

With the help of the link of the Ex-Machina network, Hubi, who was monitoring the war situation on the surface and the moon at the same time, was calmly reporting the situation to the person she was loyal to.

In the face of such a doomsday scene, it is estimated that only the Ex-Machina can maintain a superficial calmness. Even so, Hubi's thoughts are still inevitably affected a little.

"Today's moon has only a quarter of its volume left. Compared with the original, it is like a rugged plain. If Artesio continues to maintain such an offensive, by the time Mars is shattered, your power will probably be reduced. There is no more one out of ten.”

Hubie reminded Roland softly.

"...It turns out I am really a challenger."

Lying on the surface of Mars, Roland stared blankly at the dust clouds in front of him, smiled bitterly, and raised his empty left hand. The part starting from the wrist had completely disappeared, replaced by the colorful heart light. prosthetic hand.

For Roland, whose soul has materialized, it is really easy to recover from physical injuries. However, since Artesh's strongest incarnation, under the fusion of war power, Artesh's attacking energy is also frantically fighting with Roland's body. The regeneration ability of the wound is greatly inhibited.

Roland, who had no way to be distracted at all, could only use a prosthetic hand built with an AT force field to replace it. Taking advantage of the fact that Artesh was directly knocked away, he took the initiative to use his super speed to distance himself before he could recover.

Looking at his regrown left hand, Roland's eyes became more solemn.

From a purely frontal perspective, it is impossible to defeat Artosh. This must be understood clearly.

Roland has experienced the reliability of this conclusion firsthand. At first, Artosh was just a little stronger than him, but under that crazy attack and when he would be killed if he relaxed, he wanted to have some reservations. It's a very difficult thing,

The possibilities he possesses continue to promote his growth, and then, because of the difference in upper limit, Artesio will improve far more than Roland due to the difference in the strongest concept and equipment.

Roland's mind was running at high speed. Although the accumulation he had made for this battle was just for this situation, the difference between actual application and theory was really much.

The current Artesio still cannot be called in its prime state, although this seems to mean that Roland has the possibility of taking advantage of this period of weakness that has not yet recovered, and then win.

But based on personal experience, Roland believed that the chance was very slim.

If you don't resist, you will die. If you resist, it will further widen the gap between the strong and the weak.

It's a completely vicious cycle.

But as long as it's not impossible, it's worth trying.

Rather, it is precisely because of absurdity that the preciousness of miracles can be reflected.

It is impossible to defeat Artosh head-on. But what if we change our thinking and just defeat the {strongest}?

Roland's eyes flashed slightly, and he felt the fighting spirit surging in his heart with some clarity, as well as... the ancient roulette wheel with ten signs.