Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Without a doubt, this is your victory."

Artho said the words of resignation with satisfaction.

In front of him, the strongest light like a mountain torrent was still erupting continuously, setting off a frenzy that seemed to swallow up everything around it, and shook all the surrounding star rings with destructive power.

Even the elf corridor that is erupting in the star core is somewhat eclipsed. Compared with the simple explosion of energy, it has a clear intention and the power to end all things is obviously superior in usage.

Then, in front of the slashing Emperor, the so-called strongest force was like a minister who heard the order, clearing the entire distance between Roland and Artho, not daring to cross the thunder pool even half a step.

Only the wound next to this blank promised land, no matter how many thousands of waves gathered, still could not break through the aftermath of the sword mark, showed that this was not a voluntary act, but a forced surrender under the cruel reality.

Artho's body was cut in half from the waist in the previous blow. His lower body was still standing in place, while his upper body had slipped down.

Although it was a joyful thing to be able to still preserve the body under such an attack, Artosh only felt a little bit sad.

This performance was not because he successfully resisted the blow, but was proof of the greed of the magic sword.

Lying in this world that has been replaced by the Slashing Emperor, Artexu can clearly feel that his essence, composition, and even concepts are being swallowed up bit by bit.

In order to achieve the same result as a perfect achievement, his body must have been deliberately preserved, otherwise he would not even be able to retain fragments.

When he thought about the meaning of this behavior, Artexu lost his previous calmness and excitement, only feeling bitter guilt.

In the previous battles, Artosh had thoroughly enjoyed himself, fighting against the weak as a strong man, fighting against the strong as the God of War, and standing at the top of the strongest, but there were still unknown things that could be challenged.

He has shown everything about himself, conveying all his ideals and answers to Roland.

So even if he died, Artexu had no regrets now and even felt a kind of happiness.

But what about Roland?

After forming the Slash Emperor, the opponent's purpose is no longer simply victory, but more like having fun and respecting the enemy's will in response.

Only conflicts with beings that he can confront are called wars. This kind of simple ravage cannot make him feel satisfied.

"I'm sorry, Roland, I couldn't let you fully enjoy yourself..."

Artex sighed in despair and closed his eyes.

"Don't mind it. I only acted to satisfy myself. What I was pursuing just now was not the desire to fight. It was just to teach you the answer that surpasses the strongest."

Roland chuckled lightly and said: "Your {strongest} is an unlimited concept that will continuously become stronger according to the enemy's level, but this statement is quite doubtful."

"The Divine Seed is the incarnation of the concept born from the Elf Corridor, so the power of the Elven Corridor must be greater than that of all the Divine Seeds, even you, the strongest, are no exception. In other words... Artosh, no matter how powerful someone appears, Enemy, you will only be amplified to the point where you are infinitely close to the Elf Corridor."

Even so, he does not think that the analysis of the strongest concepts by other gods is a fallacy. The gap from the planet to the universe is almost infinite for the incarnation of the concept.

The fact that Artho's journey was almost ended before his power was even increased to the point of surpassing that of the sun is ironclad proof.

But the weak vision still made Roland realize that Artexu had the disadvantage of having an upper limit in addition to his divine marrow.

The so-called strongest has always been based on the Elf Corridor.

Because of this, the Slash Emperor, which uses the source of the Elf Corridor as its main material, can ignore the defense of Artosh, whose power has increased dramatically, because for it to target the world that contains the universe of the Elf Corridor, Artosh is a well-deserved weakling.

The phrase "You are weak" was not Roland's ridicule, but his sincere exclamation.

The Elf Corridor is indeed the destination for the flow of all things like the source, but the Elf Corridor is not the universe itself, it just forms the world together with it.

It is true that the universe is a subsidiary of the Elf Corridor, but they are also independent of each other.

The relationship between the two is like a fruit tree and its fruits. Even if the Elf Corridor is really cut down, although the fruits will fall, they can still continue to grow in their own way.

Although it is more likely that they will simply rot away without this opportunity, they are not in a relationship of life and death.

Otherwise, when the Elf Corridor is pierced, the biggest impact will not be just that people outside the source lose their ability to connect to the source.

When Roland devoured Artexu's marrow to the last bit, their qualities were already the same.

In addition to this, the power devoured by the Slashing Emperor is an additional increase.

The broken planet fragments, time and space, although they may not seem worth mentioning, they are enough to break the balance and distinguish the strong and weak.

When the power to kill the emperor has surpassed the logical strongest, it is not that important whether the concept of the strongest is sealed or not.

The only person who wins is himself.

In this case, Roland naturally doesn't mind giving this powerful enemy who he respects an ideal end. After all -

"It's so pleasant, Arteo. I should never forget you."

"That's really a compliment,"

A weak smile appeared at the corner of Arteo's lips, and his body began to dissipate little by little.

The reason why he could still maintain his last bit of clarity even when his divine marrow completely disappeared was entirely because this part of the world had been covered by the Killing Emperor.

Artosh sighed as he deeply realized his weakness and luck.

"So before I come to challenge you next time, I will let my power be your help, let my wings be your sword, and cut off the thorns on the road for you."

"Even if you don't say it, I will do it. Although it sounds strange to kill the enemy's creator and subdue them, but since this thing makes me feel satisfied, I will definitely do it."

Such words mixed with sincerity and badness made Artesio laugh, "It is natural for the winner to get everything from the loser. If you really have the desire to get them, then go ahead and do it. For me, As far as the wings are concerned, this method is the most orthodox transfer of power."

If you kill and seize what you want, it is also a gift from God.

This is a motto that all Flügels keep in mind, and the source of this will comes from Artosh.

"I will give orders to the No. 1 individual. Although I cannot control the future of the wings after death, a man like you must not be small."

Artexu looked at Roland with relief, his pale golden eyes drifting away like candles that were extinguished by blowing out.

"So, hold my wings tightly, use them to forge a stronger sword, and move towards a future that surpasses the strongest. Before we meet next time, hold victory firmly in your hands!"

In the blessed laughter, the figure of the strongest god completely disappeared.

"call……"

Roland took a deep look at the dissipating light spot of Artesio and exhaled.

For him, it was undoubtedly a valuable experience to defeat an enemy who had to devote all his strength and even risk his life.

Conquer Veleslana and obtain the golden sword that is a special attack against gods.

Analyze the Flügel's divine strike and experiment with ways to use spiritual equipment to elicit the weapon of the heart.

Take away the essence of nature and forging, use the death of the planet and the ambition to forge the world, and use the unified sixteen races as an aid in forging.

Through Shubi, he conquered the mecha species, analyzed the strongest concepts, and created Starkiller.

As long as one of these conditions is missing, he will not be able to carry out his plan to knock the strongest person off the throne.

But even so, Roland almost overturned because of the possibility that he was too powerful.

"Although this battle cannot be said to be overwhelming, there is almost nothing we can do. But judging from the rewards, it is all worth it."

Roland thought to himself for a while and put away the World-Eating Sword in his hand.

The existence of the Emperor Slash meant that he once again broke through his own barriers and moved towards a stronger front.

Moreover, even if Slashing the Emperor was a magic sword that would attract people in other worlds, it still cannot be called his biggest gain.

As the Slashing Emperor reintegrated into his own body, the eroded universe was finally able to take the time to repair his wounds. At this time, without feeling sad at all for Artosh's death, a figure couldn't wait to fly to the battlefield.

"Jibril, it seems that the war on your side is over, right?"

Roland asked softly to the pink-haired girl who appeared next to him.

The moment she slashed the emperor's composition, Jibril was waiting on the edge of the battlefield. She didn't know whether she just wanted to witness the death of the creator or Roland's victory.

"It's all over. After all, the death of Lord Artosh is like a weapon losing its operator to the Flügel."

Looking at Roland who was intact, the girl breathed a sigh of relief and then answered seriously.

"Although many of my companions wanted to commit suicide immediately, Senior Azrael stopped this act first and conveyed Master Artosh's final order. Although it will take some time to fully understand the situation and integrate the Flügel, it is just not worth it. Just a question."

Jibril said it very lightly, but Roland could also imagine how complicated the scene was at that time. Even if the confrontation between the beheading emperor and the strongest man was suppressed as much as possible, the insignificant movement was enough to shatter the planet.

The girl, who was not even at her full strength, risked being shattered by the aftermath and put her life and death aside just to rush to Roland's side as soon as possible.

You know, she has no feelings for Artex, and she can clearly understand the gap between Roland and the God of War at that time, but she is still not confused about the final result, as if she is sure that Roland will win. This kind of mentality makes No, he's even more persistent than Arteo.

"Obviously, for Lord Artex, this defeat means the realization of his long-cherished wish, so he should be happy..."

Jibril complained about the rigidity of her companions and admired the wonders left by this battle in the universe. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Roland.

"However, it seems that now is not the time to talk about such things," she looked at Roland with a smile, "Lord Roland... No, the only god, the Emperor, it's time for you to end this."

This is not only her prayer, but also the prayer of all surviving lives to Roland.

"——Please put an end to this war and this era."

Normally, such strong prayers would have been enough to birth and activate new marrow. But at the moment when the Elf Corridor had just been pierced, the only place they could reach was Roland's heart. That’s all.

Roland nodded calmly and held the star cup that slowly fell into his hand.

These races that were struggling to survive in the war, in order to be saved, bet their will, life, and hope on him, and never gave up until the last moment.

Regarding the title of savior or even emperor, although he would not regard these external objects as his future ideals and goals, he did not intend to give up this responsibility after being entrusted with such huge worship.

Destroy the existence of disgust, and be kind to the existence of appreciation.

It is precisely because he wants to implement this will freely that Roland will not hesitate to embark on this rugged road with the strongest as an obstacle.

Otherwise, obtaining the power of the universe is indeed a necessary condition for Roland, but to achieve this goal, the world of game life is not his only choice.

Rather than cheating like Artosh, wouldn't it be better to find a world with more possibilities?

Anyway, the Key of All Souls will help him find out. No one knows this better than Roland, but that means that he has jumped into the same trap as Artesio.

It's just that the preciousness of the Key to All Spirits is far beyond what a single universe can compare with, and it can't be seen on the surface.

Once you betray your principles, give up what you really want and choose to compromise, it means that the road has come to an end.

Just like the final dragon who has lost his heart to challenge, complacency due to empty self-improvement is a sin.

Compromise is a means to an end, not an end.

If you confuse the two, you will embark on a path of eternal disaster. Sooner or later, you will lose your goals in constant compromise and be unable to move forward.

Gods who can no longer find any variables in the world are nothing more than prisoners.

That's why Roland had this delusional obsession to cut off all uneasiness.

Obsession is the driving force for progress, and using the Key to All Spirits as the means of realization, we can walk on the never-ending road of progress with no regrets and eternal satisfaction.

This process made Roland feel happy and at ease.

The Emperor Zhanzhi, who was born out of this desire, also inherited this greedy nature.

With just a touch, Roland's mental image was connected with the star cup in front of him, enveloping his will, untying the shackles of the world and spreading to the entire universe.

Countless memories and information poured into Roland's mind instantly.

From the moment the universe was born, when the first divine species was born and when it fell silent, the number of galaxies, their movement trajectories, a bunch of boring and useless information all came in at once.

But before Roland could isolate them with the light of his heart, they enveloped Roland as gently as the ocean, allowing him to understand them at any time without being affected by the triviality of the information.

"I can do anything..."

Under this trend, Roland's eyes became indifferent.

It is an insult to use creative mode to describe him at this moment. Not to mention life and death, he can even subvert time. When everything except himself can be modified at will, his feelings will naturally become Get weak.

But the Emperor Zhanzhi who surrounded his heart was not satisfied with this state of controlling everything.

——It is absolutely impossible to gain happiness and peace of mind by stopping here.

This sword, which was born with the world as its food, is expelling all the indifference, using his desire as the driving force, making his emotions and will boil again.

That's right.

This is just the beginning.

"Although it was short-lived, the empty period of the Throne of Heaven has come to an end."

Feeling the feeling of holding the universe in his palm, Roland raised his hand, declaring the end of the end and the beginning of a new world.

"From today on, I will stand in the sky——"

The moment he uttered these words, without even a second, the world turned upside down.

Time, space, the sun, and even the entire galaxy were shaking, as if Roland was at the center of the world at this moment.

"Zheng——"

Then, the light covered the entire world.