Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

As the Creator, Kainas can't even do basic things like reporting, contacting, and discussing. He is completely incompetent in the social sense. If it weren't for the cost of rebelling against him being completely disproportionate to the gain, Xinke would have set off a revolution long ago. Rebellious.

She doesn't mind having a boss, but Xinke's requirement is not power in the conventional sense, but the will to regard herself as the operator of the world as a matter of course.

The war is just a game in which lives are staked. She will only be loyal to players who win by their own rules and end the game.

But even the gods may not have this trait. They are often too devoted to this war to be unable to extricate themselves. Such people, even if they are their own creators, will only obey, not respect.

After hearing Roland's invitation, Xinke initially thought it was just a whim, but now, she is convinced.

From the performance, actions, and attitude, there is no doubt that there is a strong will that only players can possess.

Treat the events you encounter as goals for fun, and the characters you encounter as pawns that can be exploited.

So when they see more powerful chess pieces, they abandon the ones they just got. This is how players are.

"Return."

Looking at the distant scenery outside the porthole that was gradually covered by spiritual corpses, Xinke stood in front of Roland and regained his cold expression.

Playing with people casually like toys and putting them aside for such a cruel reason as liking the new and hating the old is also a quite arrogant experience for her.

The feeling of being ignored made a certain subtle emotion appear in the girl's heart for the first time.

Is it jealousy, displeasure, or uneasiness?

"It doesn't matter. The original plan has not changed. The research and development of the Zero Protection of the Void is still the top priority. This is what you want to see, right... Lord Roland."

Xinke showed an elegant smile as if he was satisfied, and looked up out of the window.

"When the trump card is completed, let me wait and see if your invitation is still valid?"

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Roland stood in the void, staring ahead.

Although it is not as large as the wild boar, the movement speed of the uninvited guest is not inferior.

After the weak spatial fluctuations, the first thing that reached Roland's ears was a sweet female voice.

"Oops? I thought it was just an illusion at first, but it actually gave me an unexpected harvest?"

Looking in the direction of the sound, Roland saw a petite figure appearing in his field of vision.

They were only about ten meters apart, as if they were deliberately keeping a safe distance.

That was a girl who looked like an angel.

Her purple-pink hair hangs down past her knees, and the wings extending from her hips mark her angelic status, vividly expressing her beautiful and elegant appearance like a work of art.

The purple pupils surrounded by golden irises seem to be a product of mythology, and the deep cross in the center of the pupils makes people want to die for it.

The girl's clothes were very thin, and most of her fair and tender skin was exposed. Her exposed lower abdomen looked particularly sexy, which highlighted her sexy and devilish figure.

The long skirt with slits at the front decorates the slender legs, which are round but delicately voluptuous, like warm jade.

The white and purple over-the-knee socks and long gloves worn only on her right leg and right hand form an asymmetrical beauty with the whole body. The wing-shaped ears and the geometric pattern of the halo on the top of her head perfectly display her dreamlike beauty. out.

But such a beautiful girl like an angel cannot intoxicate anyone because she has a fatal flaw.

It's not the physical disability, but the terrifying spirit.

It's not to accomplish anything or change anything, but simply to get happiness and value from the hunting itself.

Like a child crushing an ant, that kind of innocent cruelty.

This knowledge comes from her soul itself and has nothing to do with the acquired environment.

If you approach her with normal human concepts and try to change her, you will only be swallowed by this abyss.

"Originally I just wanted to compete with that mythical beast, but I suddenly lost its trace. I followed the trace and found a big surprise like you."

The girl raised her lips and looked at Roland, bowing slightly.

"Gui'an, I am an extra instance of the Flügel, Jibril. Are you lucky enough to know your name?"

In terms of magnitude, not to mention her level compared to Roland, even the wild boar was much stronger than her, but Roland had no doubt about the authenticity of her words.

The last one created by the God of War and the 'strongest' Flügel, Jibril.

Compared to other perfect Flügels, she is like an alien, but her record is comparable to that of the perfect first apostle under the God of War.

Among the Flügels who are used to hunting as a team, she has a remarkable record of hunting dragon elves, giants, and fantasy species independently.

These are hunting targets that are beyond the capabilities of a single Flügel. People who estimate Jibril's strength based on pure magnitude will often suffer a big loss.

"Roland."

Roland did not call himself a god, but said his name calmly, and scanned Jibril's body very impolitely.

"Although I've probably guessed it, let's ask first, what do you want from me?"

"Ah, in fact, because of the special nature of the God of Victory, even defeating the divine beast that is its incarnation is as rare as defeating the gods."

Jibril smiled sweetly, twisted her body as if troubled, and continued.

"After the God of Victory failed to challenge Lord Artosh and left, even among Abant Heim, a consensus was reached. Because the opportunity is so rare, the rarity of this honor is still rising. "

"I see."

Roland nodded clearly.

"Then, compared to that wild boar, as a god, I should not be included in your planned plan."

"What if you are just a god..."

Jibril said without any fear, "Although I don't have a deep understanding of the divine species, the divine species will never be a monster like you."

"..."

Faced with such pungent words, Roland couldn't help but smile.

It was like an easter egg deliberately created by the game producer, and the player smiled when he finally discovered it.

Because he hadn't smiled sincerely like this for a long time, this smile only made Jibril feel chilled.

Like a black hole, it carries a mystery that nothing in the universe can escape, and a huge visual impact, but what is incredible is that Jibril feels an inexplicable familiarity in this smile.

It wasn't until Roland spoke again that she understood the source of that familiar feeling.

Yes, this is her usual style.

"It's really too much to call me a monster. Even though you don't understand the nature of the gods, you still respect their power and concepts. Even though I have the same power as them, it's just because of that little bit of unknown. , just call me a monster... Surely there is something wrong, right?"

From the perspective of a hunter, it is like a cat catching a mouse, deliberately indulgent just to enjoy the pleasure of prey, with a teasing smile.

Chapter 297 Jibril’s Sky Strike

For a Flügel, it's easy to understand a fact.

What determines whether this eternal war will end is not the sixteen races that are writing history on the chessboard, but the race of gods.

Only they have the qualifications to hold the Star Cup, because the so-called law is not only the power of the gods, but also the world itself.

The earth has gods, the oceans have gods, and acquired concepts such as war and forging also have gods. All existing concepts are the prototypes of gods.

What determines their strength is simply the degree to which the marrow is activated due to the number of phenomena.

Therefore, in this land that has been covered by endless wars since its birth, the God of War, as their creator, has surpassed all the gods of innate concepts and holds the word "strongest" in his hands. .

Under such superior conditions, Jibril was well aware of even the secrets that were considered taboo for other races.

"Although I can't find a flaw in you, after all, no matter how I sense it, whether it's breath or strength level, they are all warning me that you are a god."

Jibril smiled and her tone was very calm, as if she was explaining the facts.

"But judging from my past experience, I think you are just like that mythical beast, an unknown existence covered in the concept of divine marrow."

If other people of the same race heard Jibril's words, they would be very surprised.

Having a negative or even skeptical attitude towards known conclusions is something that is difficult for upper-level races to understand. After all, those experiences are based on facts.

As beings, their natural strength and performance are all set. Unless they are special individuals like the first Flügel, they will never behave outside of the settings, such as challenging alone. Dragon spirits breed this kind of thing.

Because that's impossible.

But as the last Flügel created by the God of War with high hopes, Jibril's strength index is also top-notch, but it is still insufficient compared with the strongest one, but even if she was born far away Although not comparable, her record is no less than that of the other party.

This characteristic of questioning the impossible is precisely her imperfection and the reason why she can repeatedly create miracles.

"According to Sir Artex, although the God of Victory is a god, his power was not born in this universe, and his nature is not so pure. Instead, it is mixed with many concepts, so his incarnation can Possessing the unborn divine marrow, he gained the power to fight against the gods."

"That is why the God of Victory is able to possess power comparable to that of Artosh-sama. The superposition of multiple essences makes him far more powerful than other Old Deus."

The pretty girl spoke softly.

"The concept is the soul of the divine species, and the existence of the divine marrow is just the body. Therefore, after possessing the entity in advance, skipping the birth process, and taking out the future power one step in advance, the two will naturally merge. As one, there is no possibility of rejection or suspension, because they are all part of the concept.

"But because this crucial step has been passed, the marrow of those divine beasts can never truly take shape, and naturally they cannot be regarded as true divine species."

Jibril raised her chin slightly, with a hint of excitement in her tone.

"Therefore, you, who also wears the divine marrow on his body but appears as a god, is definitely not a true god."

"That's amazing," Roland's face was full of admiration and he clapped his hands gently a few times. "However, telling the truth so straightforwardly will only put you in an irreparable situation? In the end, there is no point in finding the truth. On the level of power, I still have no doubt of divine species.”

"Of course it is meaningful. The process of exploring the noble unknown is enough for me to give everything."

Jibril tilted her head and showed a devilish smile, followed by a sharp murderous aura.

"What's more, there may only be one opportunity in this world to kill the god species. You can't let it go no matter what, right?"

"Even if the divine marrow is broken, it is impossible to kill the divine species as a concept. There is no doubt about this. However, you are just different because of the divine marrow. Among the divine species, you should be considered a defective product. The gap between being extremely difficult to kill and being impossible to kill cannot even be made up by the gap between superior races like us and those lower creatures.”

With her eyes firmly locked on Roland, the girl suspended in mid-air grinned with an infatuated face.

"Uh heh, uh heh heh heh heh... Such an opportunity has actually been given to me, everyone must be very envious!"

It seemed that because she was too excited, glistening saliva even flowed from the corner of the girl's mouth.

Where did you come from as a pervert?

In this world where both the environment and life are somewhat morbid, Jibril's style of painting with such an expression is really out of place.

But thanks to this, Roland understood again.

The individual named Jibril is a true anomaly.

She is definitely not something that can be described as a god-killing vanguard using props.

She is the killing angel.

The reason why she chose to challenge Roland was not because of arrogance or obsession, but because she decided to risk her life after making a rational assessment and clarifying the gap between the two sides.

The reason that supports her is also very simple.

Although the possibility of victory is slim, what if I am the one who wins?

Not doing something when you know there is a possibility of success is a form of neglect.

"In the next time, I will bet everything on myself to find the only chance to win."

Facing the girl's words full of respect and awareness, Roland also smiled softly.

The next moment, Jibril's figure disappeared.

Miracles like spatial transfer are just instinctive actions for the girl.

The Flügel is a nearly immortal life form, immune to disease, toxins, and even physical and mental disturbances. As long as she is not killed on the spot, her regenerative ability can bring her back from death.

Using elves, their bodies can easily break through physical limitations and teleport to anywhere they have seen or been, and it is not difficult to cross planets.

Even if they don't deliberately protect themselves, the Flügel's body is strong enough to withstand the explosion of a hydrogen bomb at close range.

As the leader among the Flügels, Jibril's strength is also top-notch. Five percent of her strength is enough to recreate the miracle of dividing the sea. Under normal conditions, her full strength can directly evaporate an ocean.

Although it sounds arrogant, Roland also admitted that the possibility of victory mentioned by Jibril exists. After all, as long as the plan is perfect enough and the star cup appears in front of the weakest human race, it will become true.

"Heh, but the possibility is just a possibility."

Roland smiled and shook his head.

If we really want to talk about it, as she grows up, Killer Queen may even grow to the point where she can blow up the earth upside down, but it goes without saying how many miracles beyond the world the process is made up of.

"I want to admire your courage, but this behavior is just stupid."

His expression remained unchanged and he waved his hand casually.