Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Bang——"

The cracked ground spread out in a spider web-like shape, quickly forming a huge pit.

The sound barrier was easily torn apart by the girl's weak figure.

A large amount of accumulated airflow was pushed out from both sides of her, forming a cone-shaped shock wave behind the girl.

Just from the aftermath, it was enough to know that the girl named Altuluqi had the power to turn the internal organs and bones into paste with her every move - or even more than that.

Judging from the ripples on the water surface and the white waves on the air, it would not be surprising if the person hit was blown into a ball of blood mist.

"As expected of Black Princess..."

Roland held his chin, with a bit of approval on his face.

Although he kept falling over when they first met, his attitude seemed quite concessional, even a little weak, and he didn't see the style of a dead apostle princess at all.

But it was undoubtedly quite unfair to compare with such an outsider like himself.

Rather, it is an excellent reaction for Heiji to be able to surrender so quickly after the primate killer was killed instantly and go with the flow.

In Roland's opinion, the current Alterooch is still quite powerful in the world.

Putting aside the doomsday that only appears under special circumstances, the opponent's combat power can even be said to be top-level.

If we compare it to the level of Heroic Spirits, Alterooch probably has the strength of a flash-level servant, or even some gods.

In the present world, this kind of strength is more than enough to walk sideways. Even if it encounters a monster of the level of a magician, Alterooch can run away even if it cannot defeat it by relying on the immortality of the dead apostles.

As for Beo, a special fantasy species, if it was before being defeated by Roland, it might still be able to rely on the concept of fantasy that has not been defined.

But after losing once and being fixed by observation, Beo, who only has the strength of a first-class servant, will definitely not be able to defeat Alterooch now.

——There may be many people in the world that she cannot defeat, but there are definitely very few people who can definitely kill her.

It was with this confidence that she agreed without hesitation after hearing the condition that she would not fight Roland but his servants.

But obviously, what she encountered today was one of the few exceptions.

"Boom——"

The girl's long, smooth black hair blowing behind her back flew up with her skirt.

Under the gorgeous dress, her slender thighs once again struck a thunderous blow.

However, this had no effect on the black shadows that filled the surroundings.

The Pale Knight is a machine that has no wishes of its own and only exercises its own abilities for the master.

This existence without any self-judgment is not so good as a familiar, and it is easy to be used by chance.

But on the other hand, as a prop, it is an impeccable existence.

As long as the order is accepted and there is a possibility of realization, no matter how low the probability of success is, no matter how outrageous the wish is.

Even if he becomes a magician, the Pale Knight will do his best to help the Master achieve it.

Although generally speaking, there is no need to worry about the Pale Knight showing such a dangerous posture of all-out attack.

After all, as the insurance at the bottom of the world, the conditions for summoning it are much more stringent than those of Enkidu. It must be a lamb that is truly pure and innocent and still suffering.

The purity here does not refer to the naivety after being ignorant of the world, but the truth, goodness and beauty of responding to desires with kindness after experiencing and realizing the hardships they have suffered.

This restriction is destined to make the summoner unable to think of such a wish at all. Even if he is used by others due to an accident, he will turn back the direction of the deviation in advance because of his own purity before things get out of control.

But even when this device was first established, I am afraid that no one would have thought that there would be a noble god from another world who would use the method of shooting arrows first and then drawing targets, ignoring this inherent restriction and using it to satisfy his own bad taste at will.

However, as the incarnation of the end without personality, the White Knight would not have considered so much.

Since the order it received was to kill the girl in front of it.

Then, this device, which has a shorter life than anyone else, but a longer life than anyone else, will be the most ferocious and evil, at all costs, until death.

{Give peace}{Give grief}

{For my Lord}

{Take your life}

As if praising Altuluqi's courage, as if mocking her presumption.

After the White Knight allowed the girl to blast the black shadow that was rushing towards her, he did not continue to appear as a black mass.

——Instead, there was a disaster like raindrops.

Swords, plagues spreading in the form of black spots, whole skeletons burned to carbonization by black fire, smoke-like three-headed evil dogs,

They have thousands of postures, but each one is a pure symbol of {death}.

This is exactly the treasure held by the White Knight.

{Sword, Hunger, Death, Beast}

Within his own barrier, the Pale Knight can materialize many things that bring death to others and directly use the opponent's abilities.

Like the first treasure that created the underworld, this treasure is also limited by the mind of the master.

If the master has the knowledge of Revelation or Ragnarok, as long as the conditions allow, it can even reproduce the {end} in mythology.

Although the upper limit of this treasure was limited because Roland did not expect hell and did not intend to make such a big fuss, Altluchi was not to the extent that he needed the end to deal with it.

The battle ended in an instant.

The earth, forest, wilderness, and all were left with miserable human fragments.

The gray-white land was stained red with the blood of the shattered girl, looking like a landscape painting splashed with ink.

In the creeping darkness, the pale knight turned into a huge black shadow and reappeared, but it did not have the slightest intention of returning to find the master to report, but just stood there quietly, as if waiting for something.

Every disaster that its treasure embodied would take at least one life.

If the attack just now was placed in the city, millions of lives would be completely wiped out.

But it was precisely because he knew this that the pale knight did not go back to report.

When receiving an order, it would weigh the target on the scale of death, and it always had a clear understanding of one thing.

——Just erasing the weight of millions of lives will not completely kill the girl.

Instantly, noises began to appear in the world.

Rustling, rustling, starting with a form that seemed like an auditory hallucination, the surrounding scenery began to shake.

At this moment, the world was altered.

The temperature suddenly rose.

This dead and cold world seemed to be suddenly placed in a steamer.

But what rose around was not the white mist like frost, but a fiery red wave.

In the light and flames that swayed like a phantom, the center of the flame remained motionless.

It kept splashing and flowing, like an emerald that could only be seen after the stone skin was untied.

"It's really... a monster,"

Altluqi tore open the bloody light veil and moved lightly.

The naked coldness in her eyes when she looked at the pale knight had surpassed hatred and reached the point of deep disgust.

That strong emotion was more like a kind of anger than hatred for being killed.

The girl opened her palms, letting the blood mist and black mist entangle together.

But even if the nature of the power was changed and the strength was increased, the response of the Pale Knight remained unchanged.

In the face of the dark death, everything will eventually wither.

It accepted all the blood mists, and even used the magic power in it to increase its size.

After just one breath, the blood-colored flame that was enough to revive Altuluqi disappeared.

After confirming this several times, Hei Ji finally realized one thing.

She couldn't use her own power to seize the power of the Pale Knight and find the authority to crack this underworld, just like usurping the hair of a big-breasted and brainless sister.

Although they are both unreasonable monsters, their natures are fundamentally different.

After being unable to be eliminated, it was also verified that they could not be cracked.

If she chose to fight, she would be killed instantly by the immortal enemy.

If she chose to escape, she would be killed by the opponent continuously.

In other words... did the man really want to kill her?

Obviously, judging from that mission, he should have other purposes for the ancestor of the dead apostles...

Altluqi shook her head and refocused her attention on the battle in front of her.

It was just a guess, and she couldn't bet her life on the enemy.

She had long buried the ridiculous idea that she would hold back because she was useful.

Her most urgent task now was to find a way to survive in this crisis.

After all... there was no time.

"Hiss--"

The girl's body trembled violently as if she was crying.

Altluqi could feel that her heart was beating strongly.

Blood was rushing under high pressure.

The contraction and pulsation of blood vessels even appeared on the surface of the body, circulating faster, as if what was flowing inside was not blood, but roaring thunder.

The long hair that fell to her ankles moved without wind, and the sharp nails were further extended, like the claws of a beast.

The already huge power of Heiji was once again strengthened in the circulation.

But along with the power came an even greater desire and impulse.

Thirsting for the heat of blood, the vitality of the human body...

Altluqi only felt that her will was like a swimmer being dragged into the deep sea by a submarine.

Although she tried hard to stay awake, her hands and feet were out of control, and the vision in front of her became increasingly bright red and dark.

Altluqi had not experienced this familiar yet unfamiliar feeling for a long time.

But this did not mean that she had forgotten what consequences this would lead to.

If this continued, in order to survive, the impulse of the body would directly overwhelm her will and put her into a rampage state.

If she fought against ordinary enemies, this desire to fight for survival would increase, but fighting against a monster like the Pale Knight that had no health bar, she would only die faster without the control of wisdom.

Damn...

Was it because she was killed so many times in one breath, and the reserve of life energy had reached the bottom?

Looking at the black shadow attacking again, Artelucci took a deep breath, gave up dodging the attack, and even gave up the plan to avoid being killed in one go by disintegrating in advance and lingering on by constantly resurrecting.

The girl maintained her body and rushed behind her in the spreading death.

She had no intention of changing her route, and rushed through the forest in a straight line.

Countless trees broke and collapsed, and the dull thunder sounded continuously.

However, although the process was not elegant at all, and even had some effects, the effect was still very good. In an instant, she sank into the forest again from the border at the foot of the mountain.

"Huh?"

Roland, who was watching this scene from the perspective of a familiar, was stunned for a moment.

What happened to Heiji?

From the look of the previous scene, although the other party was on the verge of running away, it seemed that she had not completely lost her mind.

If she forcibly maintained her complete body to escape, the death that was everywhere in this underworld would only spread faster. Her life countdown, which was originally locked in several minutes, would be shortened to less than ten seconds.

If you want to buy time to think of a way to break the situation, you shouldn't be so radical, right?

Just when Roland thought of this, before he carefully thought about Altluqi's goal,

"Bang!"

The sound of the air being compressed to the extreme suddenly rang in his ears.

The sweeping shock wave rolled up a whistling wind.

The scattered dust covered the surroundings again.

"Fu? Fu!"

Fu, who was held in Roland's arms, seemed to sense something, looked up at the front of the dust and fog, and shouted with joy.

As if to echo its cry, a mature and charming woman appeared at supersonic speed through the fog.

The black hair fluttered like an ink-colored lotus, covered with cracks, as ferocious as a beast, and the pupils were bright red.

The close-fitting evening dress cleverly outlined a graceful curve, making people wonder whether to focus on the delicate face with a bright glow, or on the plumpness that seemed to have magic and made people reluctant to look away.

This is the true posture of Fu Fu's familiar old friend.

Although she couldn't break free from Roland's embrace, when she saw the safe and sound Heiji stretching out her claws to grab her, Fufu, who thought she was coming to save her from the clutches of the devil, still let out an excited cry.

But this joy only lasted until she was caught.

Because, after being caught, the girl didn't put her in her arms as usual, but lifted her up high as if she was lifted by a crane.

This familiar posture made Fufu feel a little bad, but before she could react, the other party had already thrown her arm.

The next moment, it flew into the black fog behind it like a cannonball.

"Fu!"

Listening to the angry cry of the white little beast that disappeared at some point, looking at the beautiful girl who seemed to have been in his arms from the beginning.

Roland blinked.

"Huh?" (End of this chapter)