Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

"It's obviously you who took the initiative, right? Why do you look like a victim?"

"Because this is the only thing that can be used for this young gesture. In this war, killing and being killed are very common things. It is worthy of not letting go of every chance of survival. It must be a struggle."

"You're really open-minded..."

Roland looked down at Jibril's fair and lovely face, and smiled helplessly... and then ruthlessly increased his tickling of her feathers.

"LOL--"

Jibril, unable to resist, let out a clear laugh, but it soon turned into a breathless gasp.

The wings of the Flügel were the main access to the Elf Corridor, and were also their most sensitive point. Although they had been teased by the seniors of the race even when they were unable to resist, they were not at the same level as Roland's methods.

"This...what is this?"

Through the rhythmic rhythm and the skillful techniques, Jibril, who was breathing rapidly, showed an excited look.

"It's just a skill from another world. Although it's just massage, it's still a super high school-level talent." Roland curled his lips, "However, for you who are currently using all technology and development for war, this should be a different world. knowledge."

"You actually admitted it..."

"There's nothing to hide, right? Didn't you understand this after realizing that I was unknown?"

Roland comes from another world.

Leaving aside the local mistakes and Xingyue, in the world of game life, this is not something that is difficult to detect.

In this eternal war, all chess pieces have traces of their existence. Increase or decrease will attract widespread attention, and the more powerful the object, the more so.

What's more, in the magic system of the elves, there are spells that utilize the properties of other worlds. This concept is not unfamiliar to them.

The only thing that made Jibril doubtful was how Roland did it.

Unlike the God of Victory who claimed to have woken up from his slumber and found himself in a strange world, Roland's attitude made Jibril much more excited.

The knowledge and power from another world are an almost irresistible temptation for Jibril, who loves knowledge more than killing.

She immediately gave up her plan to use the remaining elves in her body to leave a communication spell. Although it was forcibly interrupted by Roland by touching the wings, she would not be able to release it again for a while.

Roland, who noticed this, couldn't help laughing.

"You actually gave up your struggle and put your life in the hands of others just because of the knowledge of another world. Should I say you are too pure? Or are you too easy to deceive?"

"Losers shouldn't be too demanding in the first place. Rather than being easy to deceive, it's better to say that I feel captured because I lost at your hands. Appropriate mystery is attractive to the opposite sex. very high."

Jibril's childish voice was filled with alluring charm, and she stared at Roland with burning eyes.

"If it were those low-level races with pointed ears, I would rather self-destruct than suffer even a moment of humiliation. By the way, if you plan to take me away, you'd better act quickly, because there is always a troublesome senior. They care about me very much. After feeling the energy of the sky strike, they will definitely follow the traces to find him."

"If it's a little later, you'll have to face the Flügel army. Although you won't be afraid of it with your strength, if the movement is too big, it will cause a very troublesome chain reaction in the future."

"Which side are you on?"

Roland shook his head helplessly and rubbed the young girl's silky hair.

"But, whatever, I was planning to go there anyway, and you happen to be here, so it's not like I'm going empty-handed."

"Coming in empty-handed?"

Before Jibril could understand Roland's meaning from this word, she let out a novel exclamation in the enveloping darkness.

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"Rick! It's almost done here!"

"Rest where you are for a while, and then it's time to leave."

The young man wearing a mask and goggles raised his head and responded to his companion's call.

Although he told his companion to rest, he did not do so. Instead, he looked at the surrounding environment with an expressionless expression to see if there were any changes, and then weighed the bag.

Although the situation of human beings is much better than when they were young, they are born in such a world and have no right to choose. They have no reason to relax.

Understanding the situation of the war, plans for future survival, and the most realistic option of not starving.

As a person chosen by the gods, all these difficulties are placed on the shoulders of the leader.

Although human security has been greatly improved in recent years, resource issues are still a threshold that they cannot overcome.

Food doesn't appear out of thin air. Even if he is already controlling this tendency, it is common for him to take risks like today to collect food.

But fortunately, the abundant harvest still gave Rick a lot of comfort.

Although this is not an area close to the forest elves, due to environmental reasons, there are still many mushrooms left. If the distribution quantity is controlled, there may be some left over to serve as future rations.

Just as Rick was meditating and observing, the scene in front of him made his body stiffen.

He didn't even blink, but in the field of vision in front of him, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Yi..."

Before Rick called for his companion, the other party's gaze was cast over. This action made the young man swallow the words in his mouth.

Although the other person looks not much older than himself and looks like a human being, his confident temperament from the inside out cannot be imitated by humans who are struggling to survive.

And although the concentration of spirit bones here is not high, it would still be difficult for a human body to breathe without relying on protective gear.

But the person with a leisurely smile in front of him obviously didn't care about this. He walked towards Rick easily and stood in front of him.

This performance made Rick's heart sink. Instead of ignoring them as ants, this was the worst case scenario.

Even without the need to match the person in front of him with the scene ten years ago, Rick guessed the identity of the other person. In fact, when he saw the wings behind the young girl who was held by the other person's waist with one hand and the light wheel above her head, he Just confirmed this.

There is no doubt that this is an event that will change his life again, but he is unable to resist.

Just when he took a deep breath and was about to use the most humble attitude to ask for the other party's intention and purpose.

The young man who seemed to be radiating brilliance took the initiative to speak.

"I'm Roland. It's my first visit and I didn't have time to prepare any gifts."

Then, under the gaze of a confused Rick and an incredulous Jibril, Roland playfully mentioned the Flügel girl.

"If you don't mind it, take this little one I just caught and use it to stew mushrooms."

"what?"

Chapter 299 The Invincible and Strongest God

The planet is shrouded in the despair of war day and night, and only Abanthelim is still floating leisurely in the sky.

It is like a whale floating in the sky, carrying strange buildings on its back, like a dreamy sky city.

In this bloody era of killing each other, a world that is no different than hell, it is the paradise that should only exist in fantasy, with incomparable comfort and happiness.

But this conclusion has nothing to do with its power as a fantasy species.

Although they are the second-ranked beings in the sequence, the fantasy species have the adaptability to the Elf Corridor second only to the god species. However, due to their scarcity and different styles, most of them maintain a solitary state and have little relationship with their companions. The connection is not close.

In this way of survival that only relies on individual strength, even lower-level races such as the elves have the confidence to kill and even capture them. Even if Abantheim is stronger than the ordinary fantasy species, they do not have the capital. .

The reason why it can become a paradise comes entirely from the cute girls on its back.

They always sing happily every day.

"Salaziel stole my treasure level 3 head!"

"Stealing is such an ugly word. It should be said that it is robbing."

"Listen to me, it seems that the goblins have built a new warship. Those who want to participate in the annihilation competition raise their hands!"

The girls, who were as beautiful as angels, were flying freely in the green sky with petals fluttering in the wind, while having a lively discussion.

That's right, before becoming a Phantasma, Abantheim was still the headquarters of the Flügel.

In this war where even the planet is dying, and all races living on the earth are living in fear, the Flügel monopolizes all the happiness.

As the saying goes, most happiness is based on the misfortunes of others. The Flügel who drove the world to the end of hell naturally enjoy the highest happiness.

There is nothing illogical in this. The existence of the Flügel is the crystallization of the belief that all sentient beings long for war.

Spreading war to the world, as the embodiment of death, is their mission. Such a world couldn't be better for them.

Their emotions were high, and they went all out to kill in a world full of killings, enjoying this desperate era to their heart's content.

But today, something strange appeared in this world filled with the smiles and coquettishness of cute girls.

"Meow meow meow——! Everyone, Azriel and her companions have returned triumphantly!"

As the soft female voice echoed throughout this sky paradise, the Flügels, who were discussing the topic of killing with great interest, looked over together.

As the de facto leader and the first individual created by the Creator, Azrael enjoys high prestige among all Flügels.

"Sister Azriel, welcome back..."

A smiling greeting from a Flügel sounded amidst the screams of space transfer, but there was no response as usual. Azrael, who was covered in blood, didn't even pause and moved toward the throne room. The direction rushed over.

"How is the individual in the extra story?"

The moment she stepped into the throne room, a voice rang out.

But Azriel did not respond immediately. Instead, she folded her wings, let the halo above her head drop, and slowly knelt down.

Sitting on the high throne is a man with muscles as strong as rock.

He is the strongest god, the God of War, and the creator of the Flügel, Artosh.

Artesiu was very tall, more than twice the size of an ordinary person. His face had a deep outline, and a beard as strong as steel hung down. The eighteen wings on his back were wrapped around his body like a cloak.

Although there was no malice in his sharp and bright golden eyes, Azriel still felt like her brain was numb.

But she, Azrael, knew that this feeling that had to make people feel awe was only a small part of what the strongest creator held, a drop in the ocean, and a slight manifestation of the powerful power.

"The traces were completely lost. After noticing the traces of the release of Sky Strike, I rushed over at full speed, but the traces of the sky and earth seemed to have been smoothed out. I took my companions and looked around for a long time, but there was still no trace. Any clues.”

Azriel reported respectfully, but she couldn't help but feel a little anxious in her tone.

She knew that among all the Flügels, Jibril was the one most valued by the Creator, and her unique behaviors due to her own imperfections were one of the few pieces of news that could make Artosh happy.

Moreover, even if these are put aside, Jibril is second only to the Lord God in importance to Azriel.

Every time she grows up, Azriel feels happy from the bottom of her heart. She knows very well how strong Jibril is now.

Among all the Flügels, Jibril is the only one who can make Azriel feel threatened in battle. An enemy that allows her to use Sky Strike with all her strength is troublesome no matter how you look at it.

"After searching the surrounding area, we captured several warships of the forest elves. Through interrogation of those pointed ears, we learned that they wanted to capture a fantasy species, but during the goblin's raid, they attracted The wild boar is the incarnation of the God of Victory, and little Jeep must have been attracted to it.”

Azrael's voice unconsciously contained a hint of worry.

"But now even the trace of the wild boar has disappeared. My lord, this is all my fault. When Xiaoji left alone, I should have followed quietly."

"That's it...haha, that's it."

As if he had learned something through speculation, Artosh laughed with a hidden meaning. As usual, Azriel didn't understand whether it was Jibril's thoughts or the Creator's thoughts.

Being a bit stubborn, she really couldn't deduce the Riddler's thoughts from the limited clues.

No, this arrogant thought is shameful in itself.

How can my humble self speculate on the thoughts of God, the master of the abyss?

This is truly a crime of disrespect.

The master is the strongest, the apex god of war, the embodiment of the supreme concept of war.

Unlike other fools who claim to be gods, Artosh is the strongest because he is the strongest.

Even if it was the previous Dragon King who claimed to be the strongest, or the God of Victory who longed for defeat, the reason why they were able to survive until now was simply because Artosh believed their words about betting their hope on the future.

They could be killed at any time if Artosh wanted to.

Therefore, even when the God of Victory came to challenge, Azrael saw his master smiling, but after the challenge, he returned to the throne, just like he had been for thousands and tens of thousands of years, melancholy and carefree. Sitting lazily on the lonely throne.

But now, Artesio showed a fierce and passionate smile, and he looked happy, and even others could see it.

"The person who can kill me is finally about to appear... No, has it already appeared?"

Hearing these words, Azriel took a breath, frowned, and responded with some overreach.

"Impossible, no one in this world can compete with my lord."

The Old Deus are the embodiment of concepts.

The concept of war that Artosh holds is a concept born from the cyclical intersection of life and death, the mutual struggle between souls and existence.

Therefore, in the first period of the war, the Artes took to the battlefield themselves, arousing murderous intent, arousing hatred, and arousing angry rebellion.