Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

The surrounding space was immediately torn apart like a canvas, and the solidified atmosphere let out a silent roar, as deep as ink, and the edges were full of twisted and chaotic ravines, as if they were about to suck in all the universe.

Pieces of hollows with cracks radiated around, splitting the void, and spitting out all the dirty blood of the planet.

The dead elves volatilized a large amount of pollution from their spiritual corpses, and the concentration was so high that even creatures such as forest elves would die immediately after being touched.

Just the aftermath caused the impact and energy to split mountains and crack rocks, spreading as if to tear the surrounding sky into pieces. Ordinary small cities would disappear in an instant in the face of such a disaster.

This environment will also be destroyed due to the pollution of high concentrations of spiritual corpses.

"Things like gods really pollute the environment if we take it seriously."

Jibril whispered in her heart with unknown feelings, but the morbid enthusiasm on her face did not disappear.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable for Jibril. This concentration of spiritual bones completely blocks her from giving up her strategy of materializing the deal, and there is only one place left in the distorted space, which is where An Ran is. Waiting in front of Roland.

With just a wave of her hand, all her plans turned into ridiculous performances, leaving only one allowed possibility.

A butterfly that has fallen into a trap.

But because of this, Jibril had a happy smile on her face.

This situation was more to her liking. It was almost impossible for the Flügel to defeat the gods. All the strategies she thought out based on her own wisdom and experience relied on escape as a condition for victory.

If you want to win by defeating the gods, there is only one way from the beginning.

Along with the sound of gurgling water, the wings behind Jibril lit up, compressing the elf and venting it out, flashing in front of Roland. At this moment, the two were so close that they could feel each other's breathing.

But Roland did not launch an attack. Instead, he looked at her beauty up close with an expression of interest, as if mocking her, as if toying with her.

good chance!

After seeing this, Jibril took a deep breath, and her amber pupils revealed a hot and morbid murderous intention.

Whether Roland treats her as an ant or an opponent, it means her failure. Only by treating her like a plaything can she find a chance of victory.

Jibril frantically extracted her own magic power, which was as violent and divine as the sea, wanting to release all the power. However, her body did not respond to her will.

Such a turn of events stunned the girl, and her pupils gradually dilated.

"What's this……?"

The body seemed to have fallen into nothingness. Although it could be felt, it could not move, as if it was trapped in a trembling quagmire.

"This is the pressure of the soul."

"Stronger mass will bring stronger gravity, which is the same for the body and soul. Regardless of using numbers to fight against my companions, just using individuals to resist the coercion exuded by my soul will Get caught up in a situation like this.”

"If it is an ordinary creature whose spirit and body have not been united, and if it does not restrain itself deliberately, it will kill anyone who sees me. Thanks to you being a life that transcends the rules and has a body and soul that are united, this kind of misfortune can be avoided. , However, being unable to move like this will only make it worse for you."

Roland looked at Jibril with a half-smile, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, and rubbed it casually.

Whether it is the wall of the heart or the void, they all have special attacks on the soul. The pollution of the concept of beasts has strengthened Roland's characteristics. Even the trajectory of fate will be tilted towards it, not to mention the rules of physics?

Leaving aside the wild boar, for a single Flügel, in front of him, even the act of launching an attack was a chasm.

Even though Jibril wanted to look away and avoid contact with Roland, the chill that spread to her limbs was still overwhelming for the girl's body.

"However, I still like this courage very much, and you also match my aesthetics very well, and you have a very good character,"

Perhaps it was because there were too many women with twisted personalities around him, but Roland felt from the bottom of his heart that Jibril in this state was very heartwarming.

"Hmm... As expected, I'd better grab it. We have to face each other in the end anyway, and you don't seem to have any objections."

Roland smiled and stroked the girl's long purple hair, with no intention of getting an answer. It was his habit to observe what kind of expression the enemy would show when faced with such a statement.

"Okay."

The angel with majestic beauty looked at Roland in front of him with serious eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth never weakened.

The geometric halo on Jibril's head emits a dazzling red light in the high concentration of elves.

Then, in Roland's surprised eyes, the girl who should have been unable to move slightly raised her fingers. Although this movement was very slight, it was as stiff as a patient who had been bedridden for a long time when he moved his body again, and most of his body was still there. Unable to move under pressure.

But it is undeniable that the girl did raise her finger.

In the end, Jibril raised her entire arm slowly but firmly.

The Flügel itself is the magic woven by the God of War Artho.

Therefore, the spell called protective magic represents a part of their self-sustainment, which is always unfolding.

But Jibril actually doubted the power of her creator, learned the magic of other races, and developed more powerful protection. Because of this, she was able to quickly understand the unfamiliar concept of soul pressure when she came into contact with it. Its composition is innovative and uses special techniques to add its own quality.

Converting experience into strength, turning potential into the future, Jibril, who is now in front of Roland, can no longer be treated with the cognitive category of Flügel.

As if she had understood the desire in Roland's heart, the accumulated power in Jibril's raised hand surged crazily, creating a whirlpool in the broken void.

The elves forcibly squeezed from the atmosphere and the planet had already completed the compression step in advance in the previous battle. Therefore, in less than half a second, the glowing elves were transformed into Jibril's hands and shook. There is no fixed spear.

"Then as you wish, if you can take over everything from me, let alone become yours, it doesn't matter even if you want to do whatever you want with this body."

Jibril said words that were as ambiguous as a vow, without even the intention of hearing Roland's response.

With her cold voice, she cast down the nightmares of many races on this planet.

"——Sky Strike!"

In an instant, a roar that made even the void tremble swept through everything.

Chapter 298 Xiaoji Stewed Mushrooms

Although she has always behaved like a bitch who doesn't know what to call it, before she accomplished the feat of killing a superior race alone in the past, Jibril also had the experience of overturning many times, and could only rely on luck to narrowly survive.

But when success became an established fact, those failures also became her nourishment.

If you want to kill someone who is stronger than yourself, the opponent's underestimation of the enemy is a necessary factor.

Otherwise, there would be no chance to find weaknesses and make a reversal. Fortunately, the God Seed never let Jibril down in terms of pride.

Before fighting Roland, she had had the experience of being enemies of the gods. Once with two hundred companions, she ended up losing. Another time, she was one-on-one with the God of incomplete victory.

Although the results were all failures, Jibril benefited a lot.

By comparing it with the experience of a Flügel successfully killing a god before she was born, she confirmed that it was possible for a Flügel to kill a god.

Without even a moment's hesitation, Jibril transformed all the structures in her body into Elf Corridor Linking Nerves, and absorbed all the power from the source of the Elf Corridor.

Sky strike.

This is also where Jibril mentioned the possibility of victory.

This is the only spell with a name for the Flügel, which symbolizes battle and destruction.

This particularity has always been considered by other races to be the unique talent of the Flügel. This statement is not wrong, but a more accurate statement should be that the power called Sky Strike was born from the technique called Flügel. the result of.

Therefore, they are born in a state of unity of spirit and body, and have eternal lifespan.

All Flügels are a kind of magic woven by the strongest God of War, and they just gain life.

The essence of this technique is the magic called Sky Strike.

They exist as tools to assist the Creator.

This is also the reason why as the number of Flügel increases, the threat will also increase exponentially. This process will bring them closer to the power possessed by the God of War himself.

When the numbers are gathered to a certain level, the enemies of the Flügel no longer have to fight against the Flügel.

——But fighting against the magic released by the God of War.

Therefore, even the gods cannot escape the fate of defeat or even death.

This is also why after the Flügel release the Sky Strike with all their strength, their bodies will shrink to a young child and fall into an extremely weak state, because the essence of this strike is to use all their strength to release this technique.

However, when fighting against gods, there is often only one chance to make a move, so Jibril does not worry about this.

She is still the magic released by the strongest god of war. It is enough that the attack issued by the strongest god has the possibility of killing opponents of the same level.

As long as she takes risks and releases this attack at close range, the amount of power does not affect her threat. It is nothing more than changing from a sharp sword to a knife, or even lower.

If the other party is a true god, it is impossible to pierce the marrow to this extent, but Roland does not exist based on concepts. He does not have the concept of immortality that pins everything on the marrow. This is enough for her. Take a gamble.

In front of the aurora formed by this pure power, the blood-red sky was completely swallowed up.

Everything seems to be frozen in this huge energy, and the scales of time and space seem to be stretched, making the act of escaping become a luxury.

This is not an illusion. Sky Strike is called the nightmare of all races precisely because it reproduces the power of the God of War to cause changes in the world.

It is almost impossible to defend against a locked sky strike.

However, for some reason, Jibril only felt that the sky strike she threw this time seemed unusually slow.

If it weren't for the change in the environment that made her realize that this was not an abnormality, but that her thinking was abnormally accelerated, her confidence would have been transformed into uneasiness.

Then, she clearly saw Roland's funny expression in the space where time was slowed down to almost a stop.

"I just played with you for a while, so I feel that I am only one step away from success. Isn't this kind of thinking too complacent?"

He completely ignored the time scale around him, smiled calmly, stared into Jibril's eyes, and declared every word as if he was showing off how much time he had.

"In that case, let me calm you down a little bit.

——Before you fully realize your weakness. "

The next moment, the frozen time was directly shattered by a terrifying roar.

"boom--!!!"

Suddenly bursting out, soul-shaking explosions filled the atmosphere, pushing them across the heaven and earth.

The majestic impact rolled towards the surroundings, and the torrent of energy caused everything to collapse. The turbulent air turned into circles of white waves, forming a shape like a lotus.

And in the blink of an eye, this form was like the cracked earth, disintegrating in an instant, and the black ash of the spirit corpse was squeezed into smaller dust particles, which were continuously blown away, forming a fine film, absorbing all the surrounding light. Covered, leaving only darkness.

After releasing this blow, Jibril immediately fell into a state of weakness, falling continuously, and her hair was dazzled by the strong wind, but she still tried hard to resist the feeling of weakness that surged from her limbs, trying her best to Maintaining oneself hanging high in the sky for a long time.

She has the vision to see the target clearly even through hundreds of meters of smoke, but she cannot penetrate the divine art.

However, even if she has this ability, there is no spirit in her body for her to release clairvoyance.

Therefore, Jibril could only wait silently, feeling her uneasy heartbeat.

Even without Roland's influence this time, she felt that these few dozen seconds were extremely long.

Uncontrollable thoughts flashed through her mind.

Did you win? Or is it that the unknown that she has not yet glimpsed is an existence more terrifying than the greatest god she knows?

The next moment, her expression changed.

Vague roars continued to come from the impact point of the sky strike, ringing in Jibril's ears. Each sound was closer than the previous one, and each sound echoed clearly in her heart, as if the noisy rain could not stop it. Stop the roar of thunder.

"boom--"

Accompanied by rhythmic footsteps, he stepped out of the darkness. The god without any trace stared at Jibril below with his true red eyes, smiled, and made his first move in this battle. Second action.

Roland waved his arm gently towards the sky covered in smoke and dust.

A sound like a breeze blowing across the face suddenly sounded, whether it was the crushed spirit bones, the violent energy, or even the twisted space around it, it was all merged into one, heading towards the depths that Jibril could not see. disappear.

Immediately afterwards, all the sounds became invisible, as if nothing had happened.

The Sky Strike that had not yet fully spread disappeared like a withered flower, leaving only the ravaged atmosphere as evidence of its existence.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but what was outlined in the black gap covering the bloody sky was the same teasing smile as Roland's before.

"Then please give me some advice in the coming days, Jibril?"

As he spoke, Roland slowly descended, finally landing in front of Jibril, and picked up the little girl directly.

"However, even though we already know it, the characteristics of the Flügel still seem strange."

She was obviously a plump girl before, but now Jibril looks like a child no matter how she looks, with a fair and cute face, a tender body, and even the dreamy long purple-pink hair has shrunk by the same proportion. It became more in line with her current appearance.

And the originally loose clothes became tattered under the release of energy, leaving her just a hair away from being completely naked.

As if she hadn't yet digested what had just happened, Jibril frowned slightly and subconsciously pouted her mouth.

"Hmm, but she looks cute even after she shrinks?"

Roland touched his chin and carefully looked up and down at the little girl in his arms. Without any scruples, he curiously touched the tiny fluff on the wings behind Jibril's waist.

Attracted by the itch on her back, the little girl came back to her senses and looked at Roland who was so close to her. She immediately stared at him with her moist eyes and made a pitiful expression. If it was an ignorant person, it would be easy to be sympathetic to him.

"I lost... Then, do you want to start now?"

Hearing the dangerous words spoken in such a childish tone, even Roland couldn't help but be stunned.