Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"boom--!"

Artho's feet paused slightly before he fell onto the moon, which had less than a quarter left. The dizzying impact violently rubbed against the air, as if countless long knives were clashing with each other at the same time. The rugged and towering rocks were expelled by the terrifying force in an instant, forming a flat land.

The God of War didn't care about the aftermath of his power, he just stared at the planet below.

"Did you run there?"

That energy storm that pierced the atmosphere and connected to the depths of the planet, like a beacon, could be clearly seen in the universe, was the aftermath of the collision of the two divine attacks.

Roland's figure stopped steadily above the storm and stopped all actions. The golden sea of ​​flames around him had been slowly integrated into the huge storm, like a silent invitation.

The two forces exerted their strongest output, and the power contained in them was definitely not something that could be underestimated by the now-lost God of War.

But it’s just something that can’t be taken lightly——

"What can you do with only the strongest remaining storm?"

Although he did not have detailed information about the enemy, Artosh had heard that the goblins and forest elves seemed to have created some god-killing weapons.

Roland's goal is probably to detonate this power, multiply its power, and find a chance to win.

But even after knowing this, Artesio was not going to give in. After all, this was a naked conspiracy.

If he intends to continue this battle, he must move forward. Otherwise, if Roland, who has a perpetual motion status, is given time to recover, the balance of victory will tilt in which direction.

Moreover, he did not think that he would lose to Roland in such an environment.

Even if weapons and gods have the same power, they are not considered to be of the same level. The difference is that weapons cannot control the energy that escapes. The power will indeed be doubled under multiple detonations, but most of the energy will only cause unnecessary damage. , how many truly effective outputs are there?

Artosh no longer hesitated, his wings shook, and with a huge buzz that made the moon retreat, he rushed straight into the center of the storm.

As he expected, weapons as dense as a downpour were like meteors falling from the sky, penetrating the atmosphere with destructive straight lines, ignoring the constraints of gravity, and rushing towards him.

Such density and destructiveness had never been seen by Artosh even when he faced multiple gods at the same time before.

If nothing is done, he will undoubtedly be beaten into a sieve and become part of history.

But even with this understanding, Artosh's speed still did not slow down for a moment. This confidence came from the abundant power in his body.

No matter how many little bugs crawling on the ground gather, they are still not as powerful as God.

"——Divine Strike"

So what if I don't have the strongest one?

The abundant strength in his body can still support him to exert no less than these strategic weapons that have gathered the efforts of sixteen races.

Artho raised his hand high, shaped the flickering energy into the shape of a gun, and leaned forward.

Then, throw!

That is a trajectory that cannot be captured by any machine or even life.

Even time seemed to have completely stopped at this moment. When the dim light had reached its destination and released the majestic pressure, it was torn directly like paper, and then mixed with it, mixing the wind and water of the storm. The Iron Curtain broke through.

That kind of light didn't feel hot or cold, but it was far more dazzling than the light of falling stars emitted by the weapons coming from below.

Where the brilliant light passed through, one meteor after another was directly cut off, turning into a pure energy storm, and then gradually deviated from the path of the divine strike between constant collisions.

Using his own divine strikes as a guide, Artosh can not only move freely in this violent death land, but he can even use it in reverse.

However, even though the enemy was getting closer, Roland, standing at the eye of the storm, remained motionless, just looking at the splendor in front of him, as if waiting for something.

"Zheng——!"

In the midst of such violent destruction, an untimely voice sounded.

Artexu subconsciously looked around and discovered the source of the sound.

A clear blue ring.

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng——"

Like the first domino falling, Artosh was aware of the current situation even if he didn't understand it yet.

Something beyond his control happened.

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How many times can a person see the scene that shatters the stars in his lifetime?

Xin Ke can now definitely give the answer to this question.

Twice, or more.

After the moon was shattered by a punch, and before he could get any information from distant planets, under Roland's order, Xinke was lucky enough to see the end of the world at close range for the second time after firing all the alliance's weapons.

Sky Strike, Marrow Explosion, Void Zero Protection, and the aftermath of Divine Strike, plus other destructive forces, after they collided together, everyone realized their own limitations.

Let alone counteracting or defending, it is impossible to even understand.

The power above has been integrated into the energy storm, turning it into an even more terrifying vortex.

——It was a vortex created by the collision of forces from different dimensions. If it were not hidden within the protection of the battleship, the breeze generated by this vortex would have the power to directly volatilize everything it touches.

According to the law of energy flow, there will only be one result left.

The vortex will eventually shrink, spread, and radiate, and the range is...all directions.

Looking at the destruction in the distance, Xin Ke did not issue any orders, but just smiled bitterly. The same was true for the Flügel trapped by the battleship. They did not continue to fight, but just stared at the sky blankly like the warriors in the alliance.

A more optimistic estimate is that as long as there is a deviation, they will enter extinction together with the planet.

Although the opening of the Ex-Machines prevented all of this, it did not mean the end of the crisis, but the arrival of new challenges.

"Let everyone prepare. After the construction of the Ex-Machine Codex is completed, we will start forging it."

Hearing the instructions from the elder-like goblin behind the battleship, Xinke breathed a sigh of relief and returned to reality.

"I understand...but is Master Roland's void a terrifying weapon shaped with such violent energy?"

Strategically, Roland did not hide anything from Xinke. According to the plan, reaching this point meant that the alliance won.

But as for how to take advantage of this opportunity to forge the void, except for close people like Hubi and Jibril, even Okan, who is a god species, does not know.

"I can't be sure, but it should be more than that."

Okan looked at the energy in the sky and was a little curious.

"A weapon shaped with this energy will definitely have the ability to penetrate Artesiu, but can this level really satisfy that man?"

"Of course not."

Before Xin Ke could say anything, another voice rang.

"This is Master Roland's void. How can the material carrier that carries his soul be drawn out by such a simple reappearance?"

Jibril, who teleported back, fluttered her wings and said proudly.

The arrogance of calling the result that resulted in the loss of most of the Ex-Machines and the combined power of the sixteen races and the power of Artosh and Roland into something that could be easily reproduced made Okan dumbfounded.

But compared to surprise, the emotion in his heart was more natural.

Roland was an outsider who could cross the wall of the world that even the gods could not touch. However, when they first met, Okan realized that there was a demonic nature in the other person that he might not even be aware of.

Because it was too natural, Okan only understood this after the fact, so he also had a rough guess in his mind.

"Since it is the material that materializes his heart, it must be an extremely precious existence. Even if the old man is just an assassin, he should not know anything about it." Okan looked at Jibril and said in a deep voice.

"In other words, the reason Roland didn't tell me where the material is is because by then, that thing will be available everywhere, right?"

"That's right," Jibril's eyes also flashed with a hint of surprise, "You can realize this in advance. It seems that Lord Roland's evaluation of you is not too high."

"Everywhere?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Xin Ke was stunned and failed to understand the connection.

If it is precious, why can it be seen everywhere? That is the thing that carries Roland's soul. Even the hardest dragon spirit bones, no, the marrow is not worth mentioning.

Looking at the confused people, Jibril raised her eyebrows and explained.

"You still can't understand? Unlike us beings, Lord Roland's essence is already similar to that of a god. He is a being whose mind and body are completely integrated. Naturally, he cannot lead to the carrier of the mind like void."

"But since there is potential, it must mean that there is a deeper power, and this, such as the rules themselves that exist beyond personality, and even the next level of {principle}, and what Lord Roland wants to elicit is what he calls A desire to go further than the heart.”

"The important part that maintains its existence is equivalent to the original light. Therefore, although it is only the initial form, Mr. Roland's current power cannot carry it. Other materials must be used. Those are very common at a certain moment. , but things that you can’t usually see at all, such as”

Jibril sighed, her pretty face was full of intoxication, and the cross pupils reflected a bright light.

"——The end of the world."

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"Hubby, activate all traffic controls!"

Roland laughed loudly when he saw Artexiu stepping into the trap.

And the machine-like species, which had been preparing for a long time, also rushed into the storm.

In an instant, blue dark clouds suddenly appeared in the storm that connected the sky and the earth.

It was the azure blue ring that the mechas on the periphery lit up after they had sneaked into the gap between the storm at some point.

Traffic control.

This was enough to deflect the roar of the dragon spirit species, and the Heaven Strike technique still did not disappoint in the face of its pure power.

Thousands of stars, enough to completely obscure the field of vision, are constantly shifting in front of them, gradually outlining the trajectory of their movement in the sky.

The scattered energy waves also condensed into definite forms due to constant reflection, constantly colliding, being shattered by stronger forces, or being integrated by weaker forces.

Under the guidance of Divine Strike, the storm that was raging like the end of the world suddenly had a direction.

Like flowing water, or like pieces of paper flying in the air being blown by the wind, they began to gather together, fluttering and galloping in the wind.

Compared with the traffic control that the Ex-Machina can adjust in real time according to changes in the environment, the Divine Strike that escaped Artexu's control completely lost its position as the leader, and gradually collapsed, decomposed, and merged into the storm.

Being able to respond so perfectly to data outside the theory of Divine Strike is impossible to achieve with the performance of these tools.

This is obviously not a temporary decision, but a premeditated plan.

"You actually tried to use my power from the beginning, huh!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, Artesio snorted coldly.

No matter he is the strongest or the essence of war, he has no objection to strategy.

But he had already regarded Roland as an opponent who must be respected with all his heart, but when he found that the other party calculated from the beginning to the last step, as if he was sure to defeat him, it was natural to feel unhappy.

Furthermore, as the strongest person on the throne, when has he ever been used as a tool like a machine-like species, and it has been used again and again. Such behavior is already unacceptable to ordinary gods. It's enough to be called humiliating.

"This kind of use is precisely because I respect you so much, Arteo."

Roland didn't care about Artexio's anger and smiled slightly.

"In order to defeat you, how much effort have I put into it and how many backup plans have I prepared? I am so cautious and vigilant that I even risk my own life..."

"Believe me, Artho, I have never respected my enemies so much in my life."

"And now, it's time to put an end to this for you."

Roland stretched out his hand very naturally, and the beam of light reflected in countless mirrors also targeted his hand and continued to converge.

The endless light uses swift arcs to outline petals-like meteors in the energy that covers the sky, distorting and tearing the space. They shuttle through the same moment without any hindrance, as if space and time have no meaning. .

Finally, when only the remains of the storm were left, in Roland's hands, a dazzling and deadly light began to bloom.

"The design body sent a report that the design was successfully reproduced with 72.8% power and synchronization started."

And in the void where the world collapsed, Hubi's cold voice also came.

"The canon—Org0000, the true canon Starkiller, is entrusted to you."

What appeared in Roland's hand was a gun stuck on the ground like a small tower.

It was also 70% of the total energy of the violent vortex that just ended the world.

Its muzzle droops slightly, just waiting for someone to pull the trigger, and it will reappear the destruction in a restrained manner.

How beautiful, yet how deadly.

When the weapon named Starkiller appeared, Artho felt the vacuum expelled by the terrifying heat.

That thing can definitely kill you.

In an instant, Artexio had such a realization in his heart.

Even resurrecting is a difficult task for Roland now, but he doesn't need to worry about this. He just needs to pull the trigger to kill himself before killing him.

Next, both sides will stand on an equal footing and seize the opportunity for a decisive battle.

It not only determines victory or defeat, but also determines life and death.

When he thought of this, Artesio's joy was beyond words, and he even cried out in admiration.

"Fantastic!"

He roared, raised the light in his hand, and waited for Roland's attack.

Artexu watched Roland's every move with all his concentration. The moment the opponent's finger touched the trigger, he retreated violently.

In order to ensure that it is fatal to yourself, it can only be done at close range.

Therefore, he was convinced that Roland's move was just a fake move to lure the enemy.

However, when Roland pressed the trigger without hesitation, and the muzzle pointed downwards opened, letting the magnificent light shine in the universe, Artosh realized his mistake.

Roland's previous words and regarding Starkiller as his trump card were all illusions, or in other words, just a cover-up!

Looking at Starkiller sinking into the planet beneath his feet at an invisible speed, Artho's eyes widened with anger.

"Roland, is this also part of your plan?"

"On the contrary, I want to ask, why do you think you are not in my calculations? I told you, I want to put an end to you, and now, Arteo,"

Roland's smile was full of sarcasm.

"——Your peak period has passed."