Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

"I can't tell it at all from your performance."

Roland looked at Jibril who was looking around leisurely, as curious as a primary school student out for an outing, and said indifferently.

"Because I was the one who won in the end. Moreover, after exposing the dragon elf species' scam, the process of fighting them was just a simple game, no different from other races that can serve as opponents."

"Oh...a scam?"

Roland repeated it thoughtfully and said happily.

"You mean, the power of the dragon elves is just a trick, and the dragon elves are just a bunch of liars?"

"Yes, I can confirm that."

Jibril saluted Roland gracefully and explained.

"This is the conclusion I have come to through the ugly legacy of the past six defeats."

In the past, Jibril, who had the honor of killing the dragon elf alone, suffered five defeats from that dragon elf before she succeeded. Several times, she even survived because the other party left voluntarily.

"In the final analysis, the self-promotion of dragon spirits is simply unconvincing. In this world, the difference between strong and weak is insurmountable. Except for the strongest Lord Artosh, all other races are just weaklings lingering on. , even if there is a difference in strength between them, the order between the weak and the weak can be overturned."

The legend of the dragon spirit species is indeed terrifying. The roar they release at the cost of their lives is enough to move the spirit species, and they are even recognized as having a combat power that rivals that of lower spirit species.

The Final Dragon is even ranked as the strongest with Artosh.

Jibril used to think so too, until the final dragon was defeated by Artosh and never showed up again.

This fact made the girl realize that if the dragon spirits were really that strong, it would be impossible for the final dragon to survive. In this case, the dragon spirits were just as weak as the Flügels.

But after personally participating in the battle with the dragon elf, she became even more distressed, because the opponent's power was real, but such a being was killed by a mere hundred Flügel.

Even if the Flügels have the characteristic of increasing their combined strength, they still cannot overcome this absolute power gap.

"This is too contradictory. If what the dragon spirits say is true, even if the number of Flügels increases fifty times, it will not be able to cause any harm to them. Therefore, I conclude that they used tactics to confuse the public. They The power is only due to the sense of mystery created by different life forms."

Listening to Jibril's narration, Roland's eyes suddenly flashed and he smiled with interest, looking at the valley in the distance.

Jibril's statement is not wrong. The existence of high-ranking races is incomprehensible and even difficult for lower-ranking races to recognize.

The human race only perceives the world at a rough physical level. The super five senses of the orcs allow them to perceive the world in more detail than the human race. The elves can perceive the flow of elves, and the Flügel can even see To the scale of space, it is even magic composed of elves.

In the same way, for the Flügel, the form of dragon elf existence is also difficult for them to understand - but Jibril is the only one who can think about this.

In the world of Dicuo, Roland's biggest gain is to master the world's vision, and thus understand the elements and even the scale of time and space. Otherwise, he would never have reached this point now.

Even in Xingyue, for ordinary people, the difference between magic and magic is the same, because the unknown has become an innate barrier. In contrast, many magicians of the Gods will also feel magical and confused by modern technology. Hard work.

Geniuses like Medea are still not suitable for cooking with modern kitchen utensils. The cognitive gap is sometimes greater than their strength.

Roland turned his head and smiled happily. He was indeed the final individual created by the God of War with the strongest concept. Jibril had a value that was not inferior to that of the gods.

"So, you found the answer?"

"Of course," Jibril took a deep breath, "In the Flügel's field of vision, space is like a wave that is constantly undulating and discontinuous. As long as a hole is made between the crests of the waves, it can be moved regardless of the objective distance. They are bound to move through absolute distance, but we can never get close to the dragon spirits because they move in a way that excludes time and space."

If it were just space interference, the Flügel would never be helpless, because the movement method called Sky Movement was a talent they were born with.

But facing the distorted time and space, they have no choice, because in their eyes, time does not fluctuate.

Forcibly performing time and space movement will only cause the entire person to evaporate due to excessive energy consumption.

Jibril took a deep breath, as if she had recalled something bad.

"Because of this phenomenon, I discovered that the secret of dragon spirits lies in time. The reason why they are powerful is precisely because they span multiple times."

"It's really wonderful. I really want my goddess of love to learn from you."

Roland made no secret of his praise for Jibril. When he remembered that he had used the timeline to obtain future power to deal with Kama, but that stupid goddess didn't even realize what happened, the corner of his mouth turned unconscious. twitched.

Although it was fun to play with a clown-like goddess in the palm of his hand, Roland still felt disappointed when he thought that he had made so many preparations for the plan without being discovered.

Regardless of strength or weakness, only someone like Jibril can be called a rival...if she can master this slut-like state a little better.

"The Goddess of Love!? Are there gods in other worlds, and she is actually your subordinate? The Flügel have no concept of love. I really want to give it a try, hey hey..."

Before Roland could express his feelings, Jibril's rapid laughter made him sigh helplessly.

Perhaps because Roland's canful eyes were too sharp, Jibril quickly became serious and coughed lightly.

"The reason why dragon spirits are so powerful is precisely their unique ecology - all dragons are multi-dimensional life forms centered on the present, spanning the past and the future. They are not in the form of points, but in the form of faces. form exists.”

"In the continuous time and space, no matter what kind of attack they are now, they can be corrected by the power of the past and future, and they can also reflect and restrain the power of multiple points in time, rivaling the gods with their own 'infinity'."

Roland smiled slightly.

The way he defeated Kama in Xingyue was essentially a replica of the talent of the dragon spirit species. Through the paradox of independent manifestation given by the beast's persona, and through the burning timeline, the possibilities of the past and future were brought to the present, thus obtaining A miraculous power.

And because they can be restrained at any time, no matter how many fatal attacks they encounter, they will remain intact the next moment.

The only way to crack it is to use pure strength to make the scales of the dragon spirits unable to withstand it, and to continuously attack them to the limit of the time they can be restrained, so that they can be truly harmed.

"So, it is impossible to kill the dragon elf species without making any preparations."

"But didn't you do it?"

"That's just a trick. His defeat has nothing to do with my power."

Roland's compliment did not make Jibril happy, she said nonchalantly.

"Moreover, if it weren't for Azriel, the final result would just be to die together."

In Jibril's plan to kill the dragon elf, regardless of the early preparations, the real killing move only took three steps.

Use the props of the goblin species to increase the elves to break the outermost scales, use the desperate sky strike as the driving force, and use the method of repaying the enemy to push forward the strongest material in the world - the dragon elf species. bones, piercing their skin.

Jibril narrated softly.

"But it still can't be called damage, because it's not fatal. After using Sky Strike, the Flügel will lose its combat effectiveness, but there are still places on my body that can burn."

Flügel is a magic compiled by the God of War, and Sky Strike is the process of consuming the energy bar to zero, but even without a trace of energy, the magic that maintains Flügel's life still contains terrifying power.

"So, I used the research results I snatched from the forest elves to rewrite my own spells, learned the dragon elves' methods, and created an attack similar to the roar, released at the cost of life - the ultimate strike, allowing This blow is fatal."

"But on the contrary, I will turn into elementary particles and die completely after this blow. Thanks to Azrael, I can survive."

For the Flügel, releasing power and manipulating space cannot be called technologies at all, and naturally they will not name them.

But Jibril still gave this attack name that could only be used once, which shows her respect at that time.

"And when I faced you, I realized that even if I used the ultimate attack, there was no chance, so I just felt at ease as a prisoner. After all, it would be too shameful for my opponent to die without even making a real move."

"You may be a little too honest."

Roland was stunned for a moment and laughed because of Jibril's blunt words.

"There is no way. After all, I am a supernumerary individual that even the Creator would question. Being able to witness the battle between strong men and the collision of souls is much more valuable than becoming a prisoner or dying."

Jibril winked playfully and smiled sweetly.

"So, Lord Roland, please let me witness your power in the next battle, right?"

"In that case, just watch carefully."

Roland paused and raised his head.

"Just in time, we're here too."

"Eh?"

Jibril screamed in surprise at such meaningless words and looked at the endless mountains around her.

Although the Final Dragon is a solitary existence, it is not difficult to find. It once fought with Artex on the highest and strongest peak on the planet called the Searing Throne. After being defeated, the area turned into a A strait called the Roaring Rift.

It is a well-known fact that the strongest dragon spirit species sleeps there.

But apart from the mountains, there is no trace of the sea anywhere.

Just when Jibril was confused, her body suddenly stiffened.

Because in the mountains in front of them, a huge cave suddenly opened, with a bright golden luster glowing in the depths.

At this time, Jibril realized belatedly that this was not a cave, but a cold golden vertical eye staring at her and Roland.

"Hello, the strongest dragon," Roland smiled, looking at him without fear. "I'm here to kill you."

Chapter 306 The most powerful dragon after evolution

"boom--!!!"

The terrifying friction sound echoed in the air, echoing in Jibril's ears. Such a powerful sound was enough to shatter the strong body of the beastman into pieces, but this was just the movement of the dragon king named Final Dragon. That’s all.

The towering mountains are constantly moving, staggering and rising, turning into shapes similar to creatures.

And below the mountains, there are huge waves that rise together, but then fall quickly under the influence of gravity.

The waves roared and roared, rising from the ground and rolling towards the surroundings.

They squeezed one after another, further expanding the scope of the already deep strait and stirring up countless gray dust.

But compared to that huge body, these waves that rolled back were too slender and too small. They broke at the touch and turned into white waves in the blink of an eye, falling into the deep ravine under the dragon's body. middle.

The light cast from the sky was obscured, leaving only an endless darkness.

That is the body of the dragon that covers the sky and the sun.

This is the first dragon spirit species that was born from the remains of the divine species that created the world and inherited the power of the other party. It is also the strongest dragon king.

The final dragon, Hatirem.

It is not that Jibril has never hunted dragon spirits. She has also met Yan Long, who is also a dragon king, several times. However, compared with the body that makes the sky dim, the two dragon kings are not at the same level.

She also finally realized why the Final Dragon was considered by other races in the past to be strong enough to be on par with Lord Artosh.

In the past, she felt that this kind of pitiful idea was only the result of a group of imbecile races who could not truly understand how powerful Artesio was, so that in order to save their own self-esteem, they would put things that were not worthy of their name into high places.

Only now did Jibril understand the origin of this statement.

It's not because those races have no vision, but the dragon king in front of them has gone beyond the level they can understand. Jibril realized from the aura escaping from this huge body that even the gods could not hurt him. other side.

When the opponent doesn't take the initiative to attack, but you can't even break through the defense, it's meaningless to argue about who is stronger, the God of War or the Final Dragon, because they are not even qualified to judge.

This desperate gap makes the so-called sixteen races more like small fish and shrimps designed to set off the power of the Dragon King and the God of War.

Roland stood erect, his eyes like ancient wells, calm and calm. The strong wind blew the cold breath from his body, and the power that caused the surrounding space and time to distort continued to spread, but none of these could stir up the waves in his eyes.

He did not show any surprise at Hatirem's power, nor did he have any consciousness that he had just declared war.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, because what little Jeep said was very interesting, I just chatted with her for a while."

Although it was still some distance away from the valley just now, it was nothing compared to Hatirem's huge body.

The same is true for Hatirem. Contrary to its huge body, its aura is very yet surprisingly peaceful. It lazily moves its huge dragon eyes and stares at Jibril.

"It doesn't matter. I haven't seen such glorious wings for a long time. It's really worth marveling at. In my eternal life, I actually have the opportunity to see the wings of trouble. It seems that the empty god has not changed at all."

But that kind of unconscious and arrogant speech still angered Jibril. Although she was not loyal to Artosh, she always had a similar view and believed that sooner or later, she would pull Artosh off the throne, but This is completely different from Artosh being looked down upon.

Especially since the other party was a miserable loser, and it was only because of Artosh's kindness that he survived.

With a smile that was distorted by anger, Jibril tried her best to suppress the urge to release the power she had accumulated these days again, and said angrily.

"Except for the reptiles in front of me speaking words that I can't understand at all, I don't see any unnecessary troubles."

"Oh?"

Hatirem's voice was full of heartfelt exclamation, and his eyes were filled with joy, and then the space began to shake.

"I see. Did you smear everything around you so quickly?"

The Dragon King, whose laughter was enough to make the space shake, said affirmatively, and even the ancient language from before began to change into the human language that Roland was familiar with.

"Xiao Yuyi, your shining light is enough to move me. If I have made you unhappy, I apologize to you, but I will not take back my words. The truth is the truth."

"The emptiness of Artho comes from its concept. As a god, he is destined to be bound by such shackles. Compared with that, the kid holding the sword is much richer in emotions."

Hatirem stared at Jibril, his eyes like an intellectual old scholar observing some incredible phenomenon.

"However, judging from the way you were dyed, he will probably take off this empty title in the future."

"Communicating with lizards is indeed an unsolvable problem,"

When Jibril heard this, her smile became even brighter.

"I'm really looking forward to the tragic scene of you being attacked by the power of collapse before your defeat."

Hatirem understood what Jibril meant.