Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

In the strange white light, this piece of debris turned into a small box that shimmered with fluorescence. Roland twisted it slightly, and the box projected a large picture in the void.

In addition to the astounding precision that far exceeded the maps Roland had acquired in the past, there was something written on it in a strange language that he had never seen before.

With the authority leveraged by concepts, Roland easily understood the meaning of those languages.

This is a power distribution map.

Describes the territory and detailed distribution of different races.

After seeing the leaders clearly, Roland sighed subconsciously.

"Flügel."

With this unique name and the language called Goblin, the truth of this world is self-evident.

Any killing is prohibited, and everything is decided by the game. It is a very interesting world in terms of world view and story.

Game of Life.

Roland turned his head and looked at the purgatory-like scene around him.

However, judging from the timeline, there is still an insurmountable six thousand years before the story in his memory is born.

Therefore, the name that is more suitable for this new world now should be

Roland murmured.

"——Game Life·Zero?"

Chapter 292 The Sixteenth Race Born Early

"Disboard six thousand years ago..."

Roland gradually understood why the world was in such a mess.

Before the birth of the one and only god named Tet, in a time so long ago that it is unknown to later generations, there was a period when the willful Old Deus fought each other for the throne.

No one clearly remembers what caused this war and when it started.

But in a world that has become a battlefield, all life forms except the Spiritual Gods can only struggle to survive. No, even the high and mighty Spiritual Gods cannot escape from this vortex.

Because in front of the Star Cup that can control everything, it doesn’t matter whether you have desires or not. What matters is whether you are a threat.

According to their different abilities and strengths, only these fifteen races survived in this long war.

Some of them are weapons of war left behind by long-dead Old Gods, but more of them are followers of the Old Gods used to assist them in their struggle for supremacy.

That’s right, just like Dicuo, there are also clans in this world. However, unlike the house-playing game like Dicuo where the main gods of various types have different business directions and combat power levels, the clans here have one thing in common.

They all have the nature of weapons to a certain extent. This is not because all the Old Deus have a desire for battle and hegemony, but just like the Alysses and Knights who were born from humans unwilling to perish in the Steel Land of Type-Moon, this is a necessary trait for survival in reality.

To survive in this devastated world, races without strength would have long since become dust without even a record.

The original novel alone mentions more than 700 ancient languages, which is enough to give us a glimpse of the cruelty of this war. But also because of this, the fifteen existing races have basically adapted to the cruel rules of this world.

Although killing and war are still the inevitable norm, and it cannot be said that they have escaped from the crisis of genocide, the phenomenon of death and genocide has indeed decreased a lot under the delicate balance brought about by years of war.

However, since not even the Old Deus themselves could escape this great war, the struggles of these races were barely worth mentioning.

"So, what this world gave me is the so-called 'divine essence'?"

Roland gently touched the concepts within his body.

Although due to changes in history and situations, the strength and ranking between races cannot be said to be unchanging.

Just as there are differences in strength among gods, some of the followers left behind by dead gods, such as the Dragon Spirits, also have the power to fight against the God Spirits. The Skywings, the vanguard of god-killing created by the current strongest god of war, have a clear record of killing gods.

The large wreckage around Roland, which had been formed into the shape of an iron block during the reversal of time, was proof of this.

Even though it has not been fully restored, one can still imagine how powerful this aerial battleship once was on the battlefield.

The righteous caliber of the gun barrel and the optical cannon technology that was far ahead of its time in terms of expressiveness both carried a beauty that made one want to ring a bell to admire the God of All Machines.

But this battleship is not even a backbone in the goblin fleet. This is enough to make people understand how powerful the efforts made by other races are in order to survive this war.

But whether we are excited or lament about these facts, the first place in the racial sequence of all life has always been recognized.

Species of gods.

Compared to the real chess players in this war, no matter what race they are, they are just chess pieces drifting on the chessboard.

They cannot be described as living organisms or lives. They are conceptual incarnations that were born from the evolution of phenomena, expectations and prayers, and then gained the essence of the spirit.

The substance called essence is the observable rules themselves.

So, how can mortals fight against the phenomena in the universe?

Even if one kills the divine spirit and destroys its essence, it will only cause its awakened self-consciousness to fall asleep again. If the concepts he holds on to reactivate the accumulated essence due to changes in the situation, there is still a possibility that the opponent will wake up again, because the concepts themselves cannot be destroyed.

But precisely because of this, their innate strength, coupled with the possession of their own selves, the Old Gods were drawn into this war.

Everything is for the ultimate device that will give Roland the gift and essence, the existence of the Star Grail.

Whoever possesses it can control everything, including all the gods that have been born or have never been born, the smallest basic particles that make up the universe, and even the rules themselves are nothing more than something like plasticine.

Total control over the universe.

The throne of the One God.

Even if you don't want to get it, you can't just sit back and watch others get it. The Star Cup is such a magical device.

But just like the Holy Grail, the strongest power is needed to make the Star Grail appear.

But simply being the strongest in the universe cannot make the Star Grail appear.

After all, if we really talk about magnitude, even if all the Old Deus joined forces, it is only the power of the Old Deus as a class combined, which is incomparable to the power that can control all the Old Deus, let alone the universe.

However, even the most powerful god cannot surpass the combined power of an entire class as an individual.

Therefore, even the high and mighty gods can only follow that shortcut.

Instead of wasting time on such impossible problems, it is better to act more quickly.

If there are ten divine spirits, then if I kill the other nine, wouldn't I be the only and most powerful god?

Furthermore, destroying the essence of other Old Deus can also absorb the power generated at that time and thus enhance one's own power. No matter how one looks at it, it is a matter of killing two birds with one stone.

Therefore, in order to prevent new Old Deus from being born due to prayers before all other major Old Deus have been killed, the current situation will be maintained until the only God with all-powerful power is born.

This is the truth of this war.

"The Key of All Souls really knows how to choose a place for me..."

Roland was interested in reversing the time around him, and bit by bit he found useful information from the restored devices.

Things are different now. Although he has never felt the power of the so-called God Seed, with the help of the true ether that is now spread all over the world, he can roughly estimate the opponent's strength.

In this environment that is more suitable for the Old Deus to exert their power, Roland's performance is even better than that of Type-Moon, but it would be foolish to apply past experience mechanically.

Roland looked slightly downward, towards the exit that sent him into the material world.

In this world, the nature of magic is called elves.

The vortex that gave birth to the source of all life is called the Elf Corridor.

But unlike Type-Moon, the place of origin here is not outside the world, but is located in the center of the planet, and the Star Cup exists in the form of a concept.

It is unclear whether the Star Grail formed the Spirit Corridor or the Spirit Corridor gave birth to the Star Grail. In short, this particularity causes the strength of this Star of Origin to be far beyond the reach of the Type-Moon, which only hosts the will of the planet called Gaia and is called the Earth.

"Moreover, compared to the problems that are still within the scope of resolution... the interference from other Old Deus is the real trouble."

A trace of seriousness appeared on Roland's face. This was the first time he encountered such a difficult situation.

Although he is undoubtedly the first-class in this world now, he is not to the point of acting recklessly. The so-called God of Nature and God of Forging are fine, but the God of War is a powerful enemy that he cannot ignore.

Things are different now. When he first entered Dicuo, he had not yet fully recovered, but he could use the existing order and the rules and balance between the gods to achieve a counterattack.

But in this situation where there is only strong and weak, all resources and all races are fully invested in the war. Although the situation is still very complicated, the strange and powerful existence is as conspicuous as the sun that shines through the ages, especially for the God of War who has been lonely for a long time.

No matter what Roland wanted to secretly plan, it would probably have little effect, because this was a privilege only enjoyed by the weak who could not be detected.

"Well... it's not all bad though."

Roland put down the small ball in his hand that he was using to project lightly, and smiled calmly, as if this was nothing.

This statement is not just self-consolation on his part.

The situation, like a powder keg, also has two sides. His abnormality is very easy to detect, and the same goes for Qi Ling's whereabouts.

In a situation where everything of value is being used in war and every life is a screw in the great war, it is impossible for Qi Ling to hide in the dark.

The worst result is nothing more than possessing the body of a divine spirit. Although without the Key of All Spirits, the contracted spirit is essentially polluted residue, but if the difference in magnitude is not particularly large, while being troubled by the cost, the divine spirits may still be able to discover some value.

"But judging from the current layout, it seems to be no different from what I remember."

Roland held his chin up and memorized all the details of the map. The forces of the Flügel, Dwarf, Giant, and Phantasmagoria, which occupied large tracts of the map, were vaguely close and looked like an alliance. The Fairies, Elves, and Dragons were also similar. Other individual races were basically hiding in more remote areas.

The God of War is the only powerful race and is pressing on other races step by step. The more prosperous Dwarfs and Elves have also had frictions many times, and there is nothing strange to see.

But soon, his eyes focused on the small handwriting that broke all the old impressions.

Although he had clearly memorized it, Roland still raised his hand slightly to confirm it. He looked at the map, which was praised as a remote territory compared to other forces, and confirmed the number of recorded forces.

Then his tone became rather strange.

"It actually came into being now... the sixteenth race."

Suddenly, Roland's eyes lit up and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This kind of thing, as conspicuous as a lipstick mark on a white shirt, is most likely the butterfly effect caused by Qi Ling.

After estimating the distance, he stopped hesitating and looked into the distance.

Regardless of whether he could find what he needed there, the interest of the matter was worth the trip in person.

But before that, we need to collect more information.

After walking out of the wreckage and choosing a direction according to the strategic location recorded on the map, Roland's figure slowly disappeared from the spot.

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"Those rats are getting in the way!"

Even though she was mentally prepared, the ever-changing battlefield still made Xinke Nirvalen smile beautifully.

But those who know her well know very well that hidden beneath this expression, in the heart of Hua Guanqing, whose family background and strength are impeccable, there is only the rage of wanting to kill all the enemies.

Ever since the defeat many years ago, this girl, who held a high position among the elves, has been shaken by feelings of resentment and anger.

From time to time, the gentle social smile on her face would suddenly turn into a cold smile with a fierce look.

Although the elves, who are very similar to the elves in another world, have also formed a stubborn and conservative tradition due to their longevity, whether it is hatred or love, they are all very long-lasting, and the Nilvalen family she belongs to is the originator of the rumor that the elves hold grudges.

But when she experienced this paranoia personally, even her own kind did not dare to approach her and could only cast worried glances at her from afar.

Although the full picture of the plan is unclear, no matter how you think about it, those sudden attacks by the goblin steel battleships were definitely not within the planned range.

Xinke Nirvalen took a deep breath, calmed his turbulent emotions a little, and focused his attention on the map in front of him.

"At this speed, it is not difficult to escape from the pursuit. After all, even a brainless mole would not dare to take the initiative to test the bottom line of that person. However, the plan to capture the fantasy species can only be put on hold again."

Thinking of this, the anger in her eyes couldn't help but burn even more fiercely.

The delay in the plan was just a small matter. As an elf, she had enough patience to wait for the next opportunity.

The thing that was lured here by the Dwarves was the real trouble. Whether it was its combat power compared to that of the Fantasy Species or its pure savagery, it was destined to be a troublesome time bomb.

The most important thing is that if the opponent explodes at this point, it will be fine. However, if the real owner is attracted here, the chain reaction caused may cause the elves and the dwarves to perish together.

This is a result that Xinke absolutely cannot accept.

She has not yet revealed her will to God and the world, nor has she washed away the shame of the past.

After sorting out his thoughts, Xinke cast his gaze on the map in front of him, looking at the force that was not worth mentioning at all compared to the territories of other races.

But no matter how much they despise those powerless and weak people in their hearts, they still stubbornly occupy a place in the maps of major races.

"Immortality, the Kingdom of Elkia..."

Although the probability is not high, in this absurd yet simple game, in this war, if you are not careful, you will be overwhelmed by the sudden destruction.

This was the realization she gained from her last defeat.

"Let's make some preparations... Although we need to show our goodwill to the monkeys, for the sake of the plan, we have to be patient for the time being."

Just as Xinke was about to start issuing the next deployment, she seemed to sense something, her face suddenly changed and she raised her head abruptly.