Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

He enjoys the stupid challenges launched by weaklings who risk their fragile lives and use all their wisdom, and then ravage them with overwhelming power.

However, Artosh, who had achieved his life goals since his birth, fell into confusion. The unilateral killing could not be called a war at all.

He has no interest in the throne of the only God, because for the strongest Artho, this world is in the palm of his hand.

He longed for a rival. An opponent who can challenge him, equal him, or even defeat him.

But this is a paradox, which is why Artesio has been depressed for a long time in a sense of fatigue, sitting high in the sky, looking down at the lower world.

"Being the strongest without challengers is meaningless."

Artexu's expression changed, and the smile on his face faded slightly.

"The one who kidnapped the extraneous individuals is a new species of gods, but unlike that kid, he is not bound by the concepts of this world. He transcends time and space and comes from the unknown from another world."

"The ten thousand years of waiting are worth it. It doesn't matter if I leave behind that brat, that trash fish, or other idiots who claim God's name in vain, because I finally got my reward."

It seemed that because he was very happy, Artosh rarely said a few more words.

"He is very strong now, but not strong enough. If he wants to confront the strongest me, he must first overcome these defeated obstacles and cross their corpses."

"Machines, forest elves, goblins and dragons, turn them all into nutrients."

"Only when he is the strongest can he confront me and kill me."

Seeing the ferocious smile on Artex's face, Azrael said tremblingly.

"Excuse me, my lord, the forest elves are already trying to use fantasy seeds as tools into their spells, and the goblins are also tinkering with the marrow. Since the purpose of those toys is already obvious, even if they are not destroyed first, , we can also understand..."

"so what?"

Artho's fierce golden eyes stared at his first creation.

She is the original template of the Flügel, with emerald-colored hair, heterochromatic pupils, wings that seem to be made of light, and a halo composed of magic circles and geometric figures that are more complex than Jibril. The strength of the other party.

In addition, there is a curved horn on the left side of her head. This devil-like feature clearly indicates the perfection of the other party.

It is possible for her to achieve the feats that Jibril has achieved, because the two have completely different powers.

She is perfect - as a sword.

But it was precisely because of this incomparable perfection that even cut off the way forward that Artosh saw his own shortcomings.

"To exercise and investigate your opponents because you are afraid of failure is the behavior of a weak person."

"I know he will definitely challenge me, wanting to gain power from other races, and will step over the corpses of gods and dragons. He is undoubtedly a strong man who can threaten me."

"These inadvertently obtained information is enough. If we investigate more information, we will be just a weak person showing off his cleverness. We cannot call him the strongest."

"My wings, you have to understand this

——He is the challenger. "

Ahhh...

Azrael lowered his head in sincerity.

Just like what the Lord God said, if you are obsessed with the throne of the only God, the strong man from outside the world will definitely come here on his own initiative, and then just save Jibril.

That’s right, there’s nothing to be confused about and nothing to be afraid of.

The only thing she had to do was let nature take its course.

Lord Artosh is invincible.

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"This is the Kingdom of Elkia, Lord Roland."

In the end, Rick refused the proposal to use the Flügel to stew mushrooms. After all, even if the other party looked like a young girl, it was impossible to tell who would stew whom in a real fight.

After confirming Roland's purpose, Rick did not hesitate and took Roland back to the Kingdom of Elkia.

"Pfft - can this be called a kingdom? Well, it's enough for an incompetent human being to reach this level, so there's no need to be demanding."

When she saw her destination, even though she was in such a mess that she didn't even have the freedom to move, Jibril couldn't help but laugh.

This is not her fault. The so-called Kingdom of Elkia has very few buildings made of bricks and stones. Most of them are wooden buildings hastily built in caves according to the natural terrain. Even small towns It doesn't even count, at most it's somewhere between a mountain village and even a settlement.

The only thing that can be regarded as somewhat eye-catching is the palace at the top. Judging from the space, there are about a few playgrounds, and the main body is made of stones. It finally has a certain style.

Rick, who had long been accustomed to the human condition, remained calm, ignored Jibril's taunts, and introduced Roland.

"This title is indeed somewhat unworthy of the name, but the human species does operate according to the kingdom's system. All humans in the kingdom belong to my sister, the Queen of the Kingdom of Elkia, and the subjects of Croni Dora. However, because Regarding environmental issues, her only minister currently is me."

"It's really casual."

Roland smiled, reflecting the scene in front of his eyes.

Compared with what he remembered, the current number of human species has not increased much. According to Roland's perception, there are only more than 10,000 people on the ground.

Although the God of Victory who protects them does not have the characteristics of expanding the forest domain and providing survival resources like Cainas, he still frames a considerable range with his own domain, blocking all the raging spiritual corpses, allowing The living space of human beings has been greatly improved.

In the case where the leader is an elite like Rick, this situation can only be because they deliberately curb the growth of their numbers.

The distribution range is also very interesting. Although most of them are located on the surface and a few are located in underground caves, on the way back, Roland also sensed that there are many scattered ones outside the domain. Settlement.

As a race with the protection of gods, this performance is indeed a bit subtle.

Seeing Roland's interested expression, Rick sighed slightly and mustered up the courage to bow to Roland again.

"So...is there anything I can do for you, noble spirit?"

Chapter 300 The ambition to become a God-killer

Hearing Rick's words, Jibril raised her head, her wings trembling slightly, and for the first time she looked squarely at the race called humans.

"What an excellent judgment. There is obviously no possibility of linking to the Elf Corridor. You can get the answer so accurately with just your naked eyes. It seems that the reason why you can survive tenaciously is not just because of the protection of the God of Victory."

Even though I am just a weak little girl now, it is still relative.

She can still fly and absorb spirits. It is very simple to judge whether Rick, a human, is betting on an option or is sure of his answer.

It is not difficult to detect Roland's abnormality, but it is another thing to get the answer when his aura is restrained and does not contain any divine power. At least Jibril does not think that those lower races with pointed ears can Do this.

"We just learned a little experience from the past and have self-knowledge."

Rick took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked into Roland's red pupils as clear as gems.

In those mirror-like pupils, his numb face was still clearly visible.

Just like ten years ago.

At that time, he was still walking in the small settlement where he was born. He had just lost his parents in the disaster and was walking numbly. The boy he met also had the same eyes as Roland.

He looked at his young self and said the words that changed his life in a nostalgic tone.

"Humans... actually still exist."

"I am the ever-victorious military god, the guardian of the people and the royal power."

"Young man, if you are not willing to give up and want to win this battle for survival, then go and build a kingdom in my name."

This is nonsense.

The settlement was completely destroyed. In order to survive, we had to move quickly. There was no time for daydreaming.

What's more, he is just a child, how can he gain the trust of adults?

So Rick just stared blankly at the shining young man without saying a word.

"If I scared you, I apologize for my gaffe. Please forgive me. However, I did not choose blindly. You are a warrior, so I invite you like this."

Warrior, the other party is really laughing at him, right?

But when the disaster happened, he ran away without looking back. He didn't have any thoughts of resistance, and he didn't even have the lingering memory of remembering the deceased. He just ran away blindly.

It's been like this every time. As a result, now, my mind has developed the habit of closing down immediately when a crisis arises, and starting to run away with the most cold-blooded, rational and cowardly attitude.

However, as if the young man had penetrated Rick's thoughts, he smiled softly and narrowed his slender eyes slightly, like smoke.

"This kind of thinking is indifferent. If you still choose to fight tenaciously after being injured, or if you judge that the situation is unfavorable and abandon your weapon, these are all warriors, but they have different styles. As long as you do not choose to withdraw from the battle completely, it is proof of a warrior .”

"As a weakling, you are worse than dust, but you still choose to fight for survival in this world. That closed mind and accumulated experience are all evidence that you have fought."

The young man looked at Rick with a very strong sense of pride, and that stern and majestic look has been deeply engraved in Rick's memory.

After noticing that Roland was also looking at him, Rick lowered his head deeply again.

"Before confirming my purpose, why don't you invite me in first? This is the basic way of hospitality."

Roland chuckled lightly and said calmly without any abnormality caused by his identity being exposed.

"I'm rude, please come with me."

Rick sighed deeply and remained calm. He was really like a tour guide, showing everything about the Kingdom of Elkia openly, leading Roland, and even taking the initiative to introduce it.

As for the original location of Dingguo, Rick's vision was quite outstanding.

This rock mountain has many natural caves, which can accommodate residents for survival without much secondary construction.

The spring water gushing from the depths of the cave ensures drinking water, and most of the buildings outside are used to raise livestock and hide from others.

There is a bay connected to the other entrance of the cave, which can ensure a certain level of salt and fish, and is also an important foundation for the maintenance of the Kingdom of Elkia.

It is worth mentioning that compared to the elves living in forests full of magic, or the arrogant Flügels using high-level fantasy species as vehicles, the only preventive measure for humans is to use sturdy Just an exterior wall made of logs.

According to Rick, the main purpose of building this thing is to prevent wild beasts from crossing the trap and breaking in by mistake.

As for the stray bullets accidentally affected by other races, they can be blocked to a minimum by relying on the thick rock walls.

Anyway, if we encounter an attack that cannot be blocked by this rock wall, or face a crisis that other races plan to invade, it doesn't matter whether humans have protection or not. The result will be destruction anyway.

After climbing the wooden stairs and pushing open the door of the stone palace, the space becomes open and spacious.

Although it is called a palace in name, the function here seems to be more like a square, with many residents engaged in work.

After Rick appeared with Roland, there was inevitably a commotion in the crowd.

But because others who were traveling with Rick had already informed him in advance, or maybe because of the situation that was very different from the original work, Roland actually didn't feel any fear, but mostly curiosity and awe.

And as a girl walked out of the crowd, even the last trace of commotion subsided.

She is petite and slender, with bright red hair and blue pupils. Even in this gloomy building, she still shines with the light of life, but the most eye-catching thing is the small and exquisite crown on her forehead. .

This further differentiates her from the people around her who are mostly wrapped in furs or wearing simple cloth.

"Rick!"

The girl walked quickly to Roland and called out his name with some worry, but then she immediately calmed down and bowed slightly towards Roland, her attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, just right.

"She is my sister, Crone Dora, and the queen of Elkia."

Rick ignored Croni's greeting and just nodded coldly.

"If you want to know about the God of Victory or the history of the kingdom, she knows more about it than I do."

"Oh?"

Roland raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Maybe other races will think that I let my sister act as the nominal leader in order to better control the power and share the responsibilities, but the reason why she can become the queen is simply because she is far more suitable for this position than me."

Rick said frankly.

"I am responsible for formulating strategies, taking risks, and making decisions about the overall situation, but she is much better than me in handling daily domestic affairs."

"As you said, if you have anything you want to know about the Kingdom of Elkia, please feel free to tell me."

From Rick's attitude, Cloni roughly guessed the current situation and quickly took over the conversation.

"Then it's even more strange. With the scope covered by the God of Victory's domain, and the fact that you are considered capable among the incompetent, how could the human race's situation be so delicate... I'm very curious."

Jibril suddenly spoke, her eyes flashing.

For her, the human ecological environment and atmosphere are also very new. In the past, she was attracted by the radiance of the God of Victory, which caused her to completely ignore this inconspicuous race.

Now after experiencing it personally, she found that there were too many things that puzzled her.

They are lacking in strength, but are excellent in strategy and cognitive level. The two elite leaders, one inside and one outside, are covered by the domain of the gods. The weaker races are intimidated, and the powerful races don't care. The vast living environment.

The final combination of such excellent conditions resulted in a human species that was neither better nor worse.

Regardless of the quantity or the environment, Jibril didn't feel the presence of any elven items here.

If it was said that it was not used before to conceal its whereabouts, then this reason is completely untenable now.