Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

Apollo let out a miserable cry, and his body, which had just recovered, was torn into pieces by the attack that was like a self-destruction. The golden light turned into a waterfall and poured into Roland's body all at once.

"You killed my family, drove me out of Orario, and even attacked me. I will not die with you. However, there is one thing I cannot forgive. Whose love do you think you are rejecting? You are rejecting the love of a god! I cannot allow this!"

Apollo roared, his facial features almost twisted together.

"You can't possibly kill me. Even if I revive after ten thousand years, I won't let you go!"

Such a tremendous force suddenly surged into his body, and Roland's expression changed slightly, but after hearing Apollo's declaration, he just sneered.

“—The corpse is talking.”

"Eh--?"

Before Apollo understood what Roland meant, he suddenly discovered that the other party's body, which had begun to swell due to the huge amount of divine power, slowly returned to normal.

The absorption speed, which had been gradually slowing down, suddenly increased several times, even more intense than before. However, it was not simply absorbing its own power, but also returned some unique properties.

Does he have the ability to nullify divine power like the one-eyed black dragon? Could this guy also be a product of the dungeon?

Apollo was also very afraid of the black dragon, which was known as the nemesis of the gods. He subconsciously raised his hand, trying to catch a trace of this new and strange power.

Then, what caught his eye was his bare wrist.

The area from his five fingers to his wrist disappeared. There were no wounds or discomfort, as if it had been erased with an eraser.

But Apollo didn't need anyone to remind him of this strange feeling, he could realize that something was wrong.

Then, more blank spaces appeared on his body, some on his chest and some on his elbows.

But what is incredible is that there is clearly no connection between the wrist and shoulder, and the space for organs in the chest is blank, but Apollo can still move normally, operate his wrist, and breathe normally, as if he was born with this structure.

But how is it possible?

He is the noble sun god, in charge of the sun...what else?

The loss of memory made Apollo feel real fear. The body and even the divine power were just the external appearance of the gods.

Their priesthood is the more essential existence. As long as the power remains, even if they are completely killed, they will still be reborn under the power of time.

But it would be different if even this essence was erased. Although he had never experienced it, Apollo still understood why death is the end of everything.

"what--!"

He let out a terrified cry and wanted to cut off his own arm and return to heaven first, but the power released from his body was like the difference between a firefly and the bright moon.

The divine power still exists in his body, but now, its upper limit is as low as dust.

"Impossible, my power! My power!"

Apollo, who had lost his essence, wailed, "Monster, you are more terrifying than that black dragon, but you can't do it! No one in this world should be able to kill a god! What the hell is that? Don't come near me!"

Apollo waved his remaining body frantically, looking in horror at the space that was expanding little by little on his body, and the black mud that had completely covered his divine power.

"This is the power of human evil."

Looking at the miserable Apollo, Roland's eyes were neither sad nor happy, and he said softly.

Behind him, because he had absorbed such high-quality divine power, his shadow expanded once again, directly covering the ruins of the forest below.

Although the great red dragon with seven horns and ten heads has not yet fully revived, it is already powerful enough to demonstrate its power with the help of its shadow.

Every time the shadow moves back and forth, Apollo's essential existence will be directly erased.

"So, our compatibility is really bad."

Roland sighed. Although he was nearly blown up by Apollo's divine power, he never felt that things were beyond his control. This was the confidence brought by his second status.

"Remember this... This is the Six Beasts, the rebellious force initiated by human sins, the most fundamental denial of God, the power that belongs to me alone, it is..."

As Apollo's body was completely erased and completely disappeared from the records of this world, Roland spit out the true name of this beast's power.

"——【Anti-Messiah】."

Chapter 152 The Demonic Energy of Fire, Resurrection!

Apollo was completely dead.

Whether in the heaven, the underworld, or the dungeon, his existence has completely disappeared.

Although he used the almighty divine power and his immortal nature was very similar to Roland's, he was still not the darling of the world compared to the many gods in heaven. Under the special attack of the Anti-Messiah, he was completely eliminated from this game called the underworld.

"These gods are indeed a bit troublesome."

After sensing his spoils, Roland sighed.

The outer shell of the talisman has been completely shattered, and the twelve kinds of divine power are mixed freely. Although their strengths vary, they still have one less weakness. There is no need to be afraid of the magic potion in Qi magic that is specifically designed to target this kind of swallowing of external force.

But what made Roland even happier than this was something else.

"Fire Demonic Energy, revive!"

With divine power as fuel, the demonic energy recovered a lot. Roland felt that he could flatten the distant Orario with just a wave of his hand. If he calculated based on the original island country, he could make the area burn with fire that could not be extinguished for months until earthquakes and floods broke it into pieces.

Of course, the most remaining divine power was the most. The energy that Apollo released when he completely sacrificed his life in this world was too majestic. Even after throwing away the absorbed power, there was still a lot of silent divine power existing in Roland's body.

Using them as motivation to drive his own status and power, Roland even felt that he could destroy the entire underworld in one breath, or at least destroy the surface of the underworld.

"As for me now, apart from being the second-level Six Beast, am I weaker or stronger than the original Holy Lord?"

From this point of view, the gods in the world of Dicuo are of much higher quality than Roland imagined. At least they are very useful as firewood.

Roland raised his eyebrows in confusion, but even the Thousand Wisdoms could not give an answer. The Holy Lord had long forgotten much of his former glory, and his method of revival was completely beyond the experience that the Thousand Wisdoms could refer to.

He pondered for a while and did not think about the problem anymore. Instead, he floated quietly in the air, enjoying the night sky that had fallen into silence again.

However, it is quite regrettable that there is not even any trace of wind and clouds around, which is indeed a bit lacking in terms of scenery.

While devouring Apollo's power, the two followed the pulling light coming from the heaven, and as they fought, there was no longer any superfluous thing in the sky under the terrifying energy bombardment.

At this moment, an invisible shadow clung to his body, conveying the message that someone in the Tower of Babel was approaching the destroyed area below.

Roland raised his head and looked at the brightly lit Tower of Babel in the distance. He was not surprised. The burst of divine power when Apollo was fighting with him was too obvious.

Even though the battlefield between the two later moved to the air, the aftermath left by Roland's use of his true body to fight against Apollo's power still flattened and evaporated the center of the completely destroyed forest beneath his feet, leaving behind a crater that roughly looked like it had a diameter of about 5km.

He shook his head, and his figure completely disappeared in the night.

When Roland returned to the Tower of Babel, it was even more lively here than during the day. After all, with that kind of noise, it was hard to fall asleep.

Moreover, in the face of such explosive news, even gods would not be able to stay asleep.

"Roland-kun!"

Hestia woke up from her sleep and rushed through the hall, blocking Roland who was drinking tea.

"Something happened!"

There was an undisguised look of gloating on her face.

"Did you see the noise outside just now? That was the god using his divine power to return to heaven, and he seemed to be quite angry. Normally, a wandering god wouldn't be like this even if he was killed by zombies."

"The dead person is most likely that guy Apollo!"

When she thought about this situation, Hestia couldn't help but smile.

Having said this, she suddenly looked at Roland in confusion.

"Hey, I feel like Roland-kun is a little different today."

Although his appearance had not changed at all, Roland now gave people a sense of timeless dignity, as if hiding something deeper and gentler than before. Just looking at Roland, the light in Hestia's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"It's just because of what happened today."

Roland smiled and did not explain anything. The power and seemingly strong body he possessed before were like lying in the ICU compared to his status. Now, at worst, he was in a sub-healthy state. The difference in the power he possessed would naturally bring about changes in his spirit.

"I see. From this point of view, Apollo did something good."

"That's not entirely true."

Roland shook his head and said nothing more.

The divine power of the talisman has been liberated, and the demonic energy of fire has become much stronger after being supplied with firewood. However, that huge divine power, although a reliable backup energy source, is still a time bomb and cannot be taken lightly.

Moreover, the most crucial problem is that Roland, who was almost finding the balance between yin and yang, found it much more difficult to control the power with his mind.

The strategy for the contract spirit on the 59th floor and the unknown contract spirit hidden behind the Virus Queen must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

Seeing Roland looking calm, Hestia did not ask any more questions.

She knew that Roland had many secrets. Whether it was his terrifying potential or his various strange powers, they were all very different from what she knew.

However, Hestia, who regarded her followers as her family, would never take the initiative to inquire about Roland's secrets. Moreover, Roland was more important to her than anything else.

Hestia sat opposite Roland, leaning on the table to support the weight on her chest, and then she spoke slowly.

"But is it okay not to participate in the investigation? If there are any twists and turns in this matter, the Great Expedition may have to be postponed again."

But faced with this question, Roland gave a firm answer.

"No, on the contrary, the guild will only allow me to launch expeditions at a faster speed."

As his condition recovered, Roland's understanding of the world's vision also greatly improved. He could clearly see that the Tower of Babel now had a huge divine power emanating from it like a lid, covering the entire Orario and suppressing the will of the dungeon.

That god had been hiding in the guild before, so the guild was able to take charge of the entire operation of Orario and mediate conflicts between clans and contradictions with gods.

This is the truth behind why the monsters in the dungeon no longer rush to the outside world after the gods came to the world. The gods have always been using their divine power to reach a bullying agreement with the dungeon that is like Roland's promise, preventing the monsters from rushing out of the surface.

Moreover, the nature of the dungeon is also very special. It is well known that the dungeon is a living being, and Roland also believed so at the beginning.

But now it seems that although this statement is not wrong, it still has a huge deviation. The breath of life in the dungeon is very strong yet weak. His will is roaring, but it is hindered by the seal. In many cases, he can only act according to instinct.

If I must make an analogy, it is like the Holy Lord who was sealed into a statue.

Even as a statue, it can still breathe fire, use the shadow magic trapped in its soul, and has the wisdom to communicate.

The dungeon is also very similar, but the form of expression is different. In fact, this so-called dungeon is its image after being sealed.

Roland even suspected that this seal was of the same nature as the Gods' Commandments that were effective throughout the underworld, but at a different level.

Combined with the ancient monsters created by the other side, each one is stronger than the other, and some even have special attack attributes that can specifically invalidate divine power. Coupled with the hatred of God, the dungeon is likely related to the gods.

Even Hestia could see that the divine power that Apollo unleashed before his death was meant to vent his anger. It was not difficult for the gods who knew the inside story to detect the truth.

This is not a power that can be unleashed simply by returning to heaven; it is the message left behind by a god after his desperate struggle.

Although they did not expect that Apollo had been completely wiped out, the fact that a god had fallen in the lower world and took tens of thousands of years to revive was enough to frighten them.

This achievement is a symbol of the dungeon's anger, something that only ancient monsters can do. When they discover that there are no monsters around and there are only zombies and viruses everywhere, the gods will have no other choice but to eradicate the culprit.

After all, this is not like a war game, where the worst that can happen is that your account is destroyed, but at least you can start over. Instead, it is a large-scale deletion of data and account bans. For the gods who regard the underworld as a game, this is not just bad news, it is a bolt from the blue.

In reality, this kind of operation would be criticized in no time, but in this game in the underworld, the gods were not given the opportunity to complain. The only thing they could do was to quickly delete the bug that caused all this and restore everything to normal.

Faced with a disaster like the zombie craze that involves the entire underworld, most gods can still laugh it off and regard it as a large-scale event, but when it involves themselves, they can't help but take it seriously.

"is it?"

Hestia nodded in confusion and thought seriously for a while.

At this moment, looking across the hall, Roland's eyes lit up.

"Look, isn't this coming?"

At the entrance of the hall, Loki, with a serious face, hurried over with Ais.

"It's not Finn. Loki, you are the one running the errands. It seems the guild is making some big moves."

Facing the smiling Roland, Loki just gave a casual explanation.

"Finn has gone to check the situation outside the city. Let's not talk about this anymore. Sword Hero, the guild asked me to pass on a message to you."

Loki maintained a calm expression and said, "Tonight, all the surviving people and adventurers in the Tower of Babel will begin to organize their logistical supplies. All the adventurers in the remaining clans will obey you as the absolute leader of this expedition and will be at your disposal. A list will be sent to you later."

"Everyone, including first-level adventurers?"

"That's right. Even our Ai Si Tan or the fierce warriors of Freya's family will obey your orders."

Loki said in a deep voice, but her tone seemed to ignite the air.

"These powers, more powerful than those of gods, will officially belong to you from now on, and the Guild has only one request of you."

"——We must launch a grand expedition to the underground city tomorrow."

Chapter 153 The Coming of the Apocalypse