Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

The white light rising into the sky spread in a spiral manner, reaching the extreme speed that exceeded the speed of the stars. The monstrous power continued to sweep through, annihilating everything in Artexu's sight.

"————!"

It cannot be described in words. The heavy impact spread silently, crumpling the space into a ball in circles of vague ripples, and burning time into ashes.

What rippled along with the shining impact was the arrogant and violent light that seemed to appear before everything in the world was destroyed and returned to dust.

Before this power, the surface of Mars also followed the footsteps of the moon. Shocking cracks spread toward both sides and expanded. Countless meteorites burst into the void of space.

Facing this light that makes Mars tremble, everyone will instinctively be in awe and worship.

However, there are always some exceptions in the world.

At the moment when the power of the shattered white light had just weakened, Roland's attack without any stagnation came as promised.

"The breath of life, has it been revived..."

Artosh recognized Roland's method.

His attack has the power to distort both time and cause and effect. Even the law of time reversal is useless, so the only possibility is to exchange the inner vitality for the ability to resurrect.

Although it sounds a bit difficult, it's not a big deal.

Complete resurrection is an extremely consuming matter. If Roland does not break through his own limits, even with the efficiency of a perpetual motion machine, there will be a moment when he cannot sustain it.

"Why are you always so unwilling to admit defeat!"

Artosh roared, venting all his anger towards Roland.

He is obviously a weak person who is inferior to him, but he can understand the answer that he cannot touch.

He has obviously been wandering on the edge of death for a long time, with no light in sight, but the resistance that contains the will has never stopped.

Although he was looking forward to it at the beginning, his battle with Roland was still unsatisfactory under such an imbalance, and he almost resigned himself to his fate.

But even though Roland knew that it was impossible to defeat him, he still used those useless resistances to beat the invincible man until he was bleeding and struggling.

It makes no sense at all, does it?

No matter how many injuries he sustained, they would not threaten his life.

Artosh respected all opponents equally, no matter strong or weak, but now he hated Roland's stubbornness.

The enemy is such a stupid fanatic, but Artexu inexplicably feels his own insignificance, and a trace of... fear that he has never experienced before.

This may be due to the influence of the essence of war manifesting when the battle reaches its peak, or it may be due to the enthusiasm brewed during these ten thousand years of waiting.

Artosh was certain that the reason why he wanted to kill Roland now was definitely not out of respect for his good opponent.

Cold and gloomy killing intent surged out of his marrow, turning into violent destruction. As if he wanted to let out all the anger in his heart, he ignored Roland's attacks and allowed the pain and scars on his body to continue to increase.

Each of his punches was filled with thick and bloody liquid, occasionally mixed with body fragments. Under such a violent attack, even Alt's trimmed wings were dyed blood red.

Roland's body was still free from any dust or injuries, and looked as smooth as new.

But anyone who can sense magic will be able to detect the fact that this is completely contrary to the surface.

Artosh's power became stronger and stronger, while Roland's aura continued to slide towards the abyss.

His face was extremely pale and bloodless, but he still looked at Artesio without giving in. There was an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. The compelling magic made his pupils look like In general burning.

Such a look made Artosh feel sincerely jealous again. He roared angrily, completely losing his composure before the battle.

"You are seeking your own death! How many times do you have enough power left to be resurrected?"

"This is not what the strongest should say..."

Roland shook his head, with some surprise in his eyes.

Artosh was only slightly stronger than him before, but his momentum was enough to scare Roland before the fight even started.

But when it came to this situation where he had greatly depleted his strength through continuous resurrections, but the enemy was still at his peak, Roland's uneasiness suddenly disappeared.

"It seems that your value as an opponent only ends here."

Roland's eyes were lowered, but the light in his pupils became more and more dazzling. Even with the light of the stars collapsing as a foil, they were still shining brightly.

What is lacking in combat is made up for by momentum.

In Roland's opinion, this joke-like remark touched a bit of the real flavor of battle.

There may seem to be a thin line between victory and defeat, but the factors leading to different outcomes are vastly different.

Data on paper such as magnitude, moves and concepts can only be used as a reference to a certain extent, while seemingly inconspicuous things such as momentum and realm can often influence the situation of the battle.

The reason why weight crushing is so effective is that under the irreversible gap, the enemy's desire to fight will be directly crushed. Even if they continue to resist, it will basically be a struggle of fierceness and inner weakness.

Artosh's previous fighting style was the ultimate in this type.

Born to be the strongest, he will only use absolute power to fight against all enemies.

Even though he knew that the enemy was uniting and making careful preparations, he still allowed the other party to act.

Artosh never chases power, always sits on the throne waiting for challengers, and will never learn techniques to increase power.

Because becoming strong is the privilege of the weak.

And what if the enemy's power and strength are all kinds of strange?

If he can move space, he will crush the space together. If he can control time, he will burn time together. If the enemy has the support of a planet, he will destroy the planet together.

In the face of absolute power, the number and moves of enemies are meaningless.

This kind of arrogance that makes people yearn for it, combined with that invincible power, made Roland's heart tremble even though he was prepared for everything.

Therefore, when Artexu's determination and arrogance began to wear away, Roland could no longer be afraid.

So what if the enemy can be resurrected?

If you resurrect ten times, you will kill ten times; if you resurrect a hundred times, you will kill a hundred times, until the fact that the other party is dead becomes an irrefutable reality.

"If it were the original you, you would have kept silent and continued punching me until I was completely wiped out. This kind of questioning just exposed your weakness."

Roland smiled slightly, looked at the stunned Artosh, and raised his index finger towards him.

"Why don't you continue, {The Strongest}?"

"How dare you laugh at such a moment, you weakling!"

A hint of humiliating anger flashed in Artosh's eyes. It was definitely not an easy thing for him to feel provoked in this way by a valued enemy.

With the number of resurrections that Roland's current strength can support, he can consume them all within three minutes and then completely kill the opponent.

"The reason why I can laugh is naturally because I have already confirmed my victory."

But to Artosh's surprise, Roland, who had clearly reached a desperate situation, seemed to be unaware of this and showed a gentle smile.

"Based on my resurrection just now, four minutes have passed."

"Betting everything on 251 seconds requires much more consciousness and courage than I expected. However, it seems that in another universe, luck is also favoring me. Speaking of which, you seemed to have beaten me before. Very happy..."

As if sighing, he did not launch an attack, but moved his neck slightly. Then, his gentle expression was completely torn into pieces, and he revealed a cruel and excited smile that seemed impatient.

"——Now, it's my turn."

Artexu's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his fist again. The roaring power absorbed all the light. In the darkness without light, only Roland was left facing him head-on.

"Five seconds left..."

Roland's lips moved, as if announcing something.

His pair of ruby-clear eyes were looking at each other with Artex's golden eyes that seemed to be surging with thunder.

Artesio stretched out his hand and let the fist of destruction stab Roland.

At the same time, Roland shouted loudly for the winning spirit.

"——I am the strongest, and I am the one who holds all the victory."

"Use the skill of my speaking spirit to make justice appear in the world! These spells are powerful and eloquent, and they are the sword of wisdom that calls for victory."

He calmly opened his hand, and then held the absolute light.

This beam of light is like gold that has been dipped in gold, shining with a divine brilliance that makes people feel sincere and heart-warming.

The shining sword of wisdom dispersed the surrounding light, and the smooth sword body began to be engraved with inscriptions of wisdom. During the previous delay, it relied on the analytical ability of the Ex-Machina and the cost of putting itself in danger.

Now, the embodiment of the strongest principle has been clearly analyzed.

The race created by Fanlou, the world's first divine race, has proved with facts that they have the possibility to surpass the divine race.

If Roland were alone, he didn't know when he would be able to analyze the strongest marrow.

"The golden sword of the God of Victory..."

There was also a look of solemnity on Artosh's face.

As the initiator who allowed him to let go of the Final Dragon and directly deviate the history of the six thousand years of war, the golden sword played a major role in the power displayed by Welleslana.

Because what it targets is not simply the identity of God, but the Godhead, or the rules of cohesion.

This is exactly the essence of the divine species, and it can be called an absolute natural enemy.

If it weren't for the fact that weaving this sword of wisdom requires analyzing the opponent's concepts to achieve the final effect, I'm afraid the throne of the only God would have been determined long ago.

So even though Veleslana was destined to be unable to defeat Artosh due to the rules, the God of War was still willing to wait for six thousand years for a possibility.

Now, his previous efforts seem to have finally paid off.

No wonder Roland would take the initiative to send it to his door. After obtaining this power, he deliberately kept the sword that sealed the godhead, just for such an occasion.

Feeling the looming scream of the divine marrow in his body, Artesio let out a maniacal laugh of joy. He did not stop pumping his fist, but instead poured all his strength into it.

Even though the fear in his heart not only did not dissipate, but actually increased, Artosh still did not put away the smile on his face.

These emotions cannot influence the fact that he is the strongest, not to mention that his intuition as a god has already given him a premonition.

No matter whether the final result is defeat or victory, this moment is the moment he is closest to the answer.

"boom--!!!"

The dazzling light spread out in succession like a tsunami, the earth was eaten away, the atmosphere was evaporated, and in the blink of an eye, the already tattered Mars was like a piece of ice cream being scooped out with a spoon.

The place covered by the light was destroyed and crushed, but the sharp golden sword remained unscathed.

Then, Roland took hold of the sword blade, and before the endless flames struck, he pierced Artesio's fist.

The inscription of wisdom climbed on it, causing the huge straight fist and the incoming attack to melt like ice and snow.

Artho's fist was cut off directly, and the blood was continuously overflowing, scattering on the surrounding scorched earth, turning into evaporated blue smoke.

Roland still had an expression that was neither sad nor happy, and did not show any emotion because he had eliminated the enemy, but this silent performance only aroused Artosh's ferocity even more.

"Well done! Roland!"

The wings behind Alt Xiu wrapped around the cut right hand, forcibly binding it. Because of the appearance of the golden sword, Alt Xiu's figure, which was always at its peak, not only did not shrink, but became even larger.

The analysis of the strongest marrow has been completed, which also means that using it as a comparison, Artosh's power will remain at its peak indefinitely from now on, and he will be even better than before in terms of strength and speed.

"But this is a bad move. Your sword of wisdom can defeat the strongest, but can it defeat me as the God of War!"

The shadow of Artesio's fist has lost all traces, and the void is ringing in all directions, echoing the destruction on Roland, trying to tear him apart with the purest combat power.

"How can you know this kind of thing if you don't try it? However, no matter whether you are the strongest or the God of War, I will still assert that I will definitely win."

Roland weaved the blade, making the golden sword shine brighter and brighter. Even the gem-like eyes brightened, dyed as brilliant as the sun.

"——Because you are a god and I am a god-slayer, that's all."

He declared with a solemn expression.

Next, the world of gold appeared in Artosh's eyes.

The land burning with flames turned to gold, the atmosphere in the sky turned to gold, and the upstream waves turned to gold.

Everything has turned into a world of gold. This is the spirit of speech perfectly forged by the sword of wisdom.

It corrodes the world itself with knowledge to seal the enemy.

Having seen the inherent barrier so many times, Roland has long been familiar with the use of this aspect. In his hands, power can completely transcend the stage of slow development and directly turn into power.

In Art's earth-shaking steps, the whole golden world was finally revealed before his eyes.

There were countless swords of words and spirits. They were also in the golden soil and the stars in the sky. Even the inherent barrier of a certain partner of justice had never had such an exaggerated number of sword blades.

Every sword blade contains the strongest power of Artex, which is the incarnation of the spirit of wisdom.

In just an instant, the surrounded objects were directly reversed.

Even the current Artosh couldn't show a calm attitude under such a threat.

"Zheng——!"

Immediately afterwards, before the shock of the strongest god disappeared, the overwhelming rain of swords completely blasted towards the 100-meter-tall god!