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"It seems that luck does not favor you when you lose your strongest strength, Veleslana."

In Veleslana's constricted pupils, the shadow of a huge wild boar carried cyan flames and hit the incoming bolide with its sharp fangs.

In front of the huge body, he had no time to escape. Finally, amidst the trembling movement of the earth, the red mushroom cloud exploded again!

The wild boar incarnation stored in the Key of All Spirits finally has a use, and it is a thunderous blow.

{Wild Boar} originally had the effect of crushing everything. Roland had no intention of letting this incarnation fight the incoming white horse in the form of a mythical beast. Instead, he used a one-time use to maximize its crushing power.

The huge size and the power to crush mountains and rivers made Veleslana's speed and strength useless. In the terrifying shock waves and explosions, the golden flames also began to shatter piece by piece.

The wild boar roared ferociously at its master, trampling everything in its path with iron hooves to destroy everything in its path.

When in a state of separation, these mythical beasts will even rebel against the orders of the main body. It is precisely because of this that Veleslana in the original work lost his chance of victory.

"This guy!"

If the warrior incarnation can still be used, the well-informed Sword of Words and Spirits will directly recover the wild boar, but with both Roland's personalities sealed at the same time, even Veleslana, who is strengthened by multiple divine marrows, is powerless. .

But even so, the power of a single incarnation is no different from the mantis trying to use his arms as a chariot for Veleslana, who is full of firepower.

Before the raging wild boar could achieve any tangible results, it was swallowed up by endless flames. With a cry, it turned into light and returned to Veleslana's body. The young god's aura instantly surged.

But the episode just now forced Veleslana's momentum to a halt in front of the crazy wild boar, and his figure could not help but emerge from the light and shadow.

But Roland gave up such an opportunity and just stood there in a posture and held his hands slightly.

Why would he give up the opportunity created by the power of the wild boar? Veleslana's eyes were a little more incomprehensible.

Such efforts are out of proportion to the rewards. The return of the wild boar will not only make him complete, but also give him unfettered divine power out of thin air.

"This won't let me taste defeat, Roland!"

The young god shouted loudly, "The reason why I didn't release the golden sword to subdue the wild boar is to keep your denial of the gods in a sealed state! When the two of us are equally powerful, you are There is no way to overcome my immortality and kill you with one strike!"

"That's not entirely true."

Roland slowly straightened his back, his face solemn, like an angel announcing the end of the world.

"Veleslana, who told you that my only special attack on the gods is the anti-Messiah?"

The next moment, scarlet ripples appeared on his palm.

It was a sharp spear that was completely crimson and twisted and twisted like entangled tree roots.

But unlike ordinary spears, the spear head of this spear was divided into two parts and stuck out in a fork shape.

It seemed to be alive, emerging from Roland's hand inch by inch, and finally was completely held in his hand.

When the gun emerged, it was clear that it had merged with the sun, but Veleslana still felt the coldness of winter piercing into his flesh and blood.

With his eyesight, he could naturally recognize the true identity of the gun.

Famed for being stained with the blood of the Son of God, it symbolizes doom and destiny.

For him as a god, as long as it is pierced, destruction will inevitably come.

But this is a result that shouldn't happen. It's obvious that the infinite personality related to the other party has been sealed by him...

"Ah...I understand," Veleslana laughed wildly, "It turns out that even without that godhead, your body still has the essence of the source of life. The reason why you have not been born as a god is just that you have become a god." The power of higher dimensions! The existence of infinite power does not affect your essence! This spear is a spiritual weapon derived from your flesh and blood!"

"It's amazing! Great warrior, just pierce my chest and accept all the hatred and blessings! Before the next battle with me, hold victory firmly in your hands! Use the strongest force high in the sky to Let’s use the head of the god to forge the eternal crown of the god-killing king!”

Before he finished speaking, Roland started to move.

His body sank slightly, crushing all the surrounding fire waves. The muscles of his arms tightened, and he raised the scarlet magic gun above his head. Just this simple movement made the surrounding flames generated by divine power scream.

Then, with the belief that he would win, Roland directly threw the shining ancient spear, weaving the words of fate.

"——Spear of Longinus!"

Chapter 316 War is a dirty game

In the absence of attribute restraint or if the strength is not at the same level at all, the gap between the strong can only affect the quality of the battle, but cannot determine life or death.

Roland, who has multiple personalities, wants to destroy Welleslana, but he still has to be at close range to achieve the greatest benefit. Otherwise, before all the magic power is consumed and the Anti-Messiah is restrained, Weller Slanar can grind against him for a long time using his immortality.

After all, he is the God of Disobedience, not a god-killer who usurps divine power. There is no restriction that the incarnation can only be used once a day.

But both of them knew that the moment the Spear of Longinus was thrown, the victory was already established.

As Veleslana said before, as long as Roland, who has had his personality sealed and lost all his power, is still alive, he himself is the beginning of civilization. If Artosh hadn't personally taken action, Veleslana would have been nothing more than It can make Roland's will fall into chaos, start to split like EVA's original work, and become an apostle or even a human being, creating a new world.

And because many factors of magic modification were added to Roland's growth process, compared to EVA, the apostles and humans born because of Roland are probably much more terrifying. Those new lives will be eager to complete themselves under the aggregation of instincts, until Roland until recovery.

Therefore, even though this God-killing Spear was not obtained from Xingyue, it is a causal weapon that contains concepts like a Noble Phantasm, but a spiritual equipment derived from Roland's completed apostle's body.

This chaotic nature makes Veleslana's immortality completely uncontestable.

The flying red spiritual skeletons were mixed in the raging air current, scattered like raindrops, flying like snowflakes, slowly covering the loser's body and falling back to the earth.

Only the young man standing in the sky remained pure.

"I look forward to it."

Roland looked at Veleslana's slowly passing body, and he also had a friendly attitude towards the god who had brought him joy and path, even though he had just stabbed Veleslana's heart with a gun.

Finally, in his calm eyes, the figure of the God of Victory also turned into a point of light.

"Qiling Veleslana, recovered."

"Lord Roland!"

Long-lost messages emerged from Roland's thoughts, and Jibril's excited shouts also came over, but whether it was the message from the new bonded spirit or the girl's call, Roland had no time to pay attention at this moment.

He took a long breath, panted softly, and his face became a little pale.

In the original work, the Spear of Longinus was made from the roots of the Tree of Life that were born after the apostles were united, so it was able to penetrate the AT stance and even crush the source of life of the apostles.

But to have a fatal effect on an existence like Veleslana, Roland can only use his vitality and spirit as fuel to promote the burning of magic power, and use his own flesh and blood as materials to forge it.

After losing both Beast and Infinity, delivering such a killing blow was a serious burden for him.

Coupled with the action of using the grid of time to block Veleslana, as well as the previous use of Lope's spell and limited control of wild boars, such a large amount of consumption in a short period of time made Roland feel a lot of fatigue.

"No wonder the power of a perpetual motion machine is desired by so many people. From this point of view, I was really a little overwhelmed with blessings before."

Roland sighed softly, watching the endless power begin to flow through his body again as his personality was unsealed.

The consumption of Veleslana's fatal kill before him was just a small problem that could be recovered in a short time in the face of this infinity.

The power of the perpetual motion machine was not prominent in Roland's past memories. Even before that, Roland's attention to it was more of an accessory product to sublimate the soul and body and resolve the influence of the spirit.

Roland smiled noncommittally. Ever since he embarked on this path, he has never been troubled by the issue of magic power. The soul of the Holy Lord and the body of the apostle, these two options are enough to make him squander magic power like a prodigal. After Dicuo learned how to use magic power better, this consumption became even smaller.

After the Earth Trouble ended, the infinity formed by the combination of the third method of the soul's perpetual motion machine and the life's perpetual motion machine S2 made Roland forget what consumption was, so that in the later Xingyue, his must-kill They all tend to use big bricks to fly.

But it was during the battle with the same character that Roland truly realized how valuable she was.

His body was like a traveler who had walked in the desert for a day and encountered an oasis. He wanted to greedily absorb this pure and surging magic power, almost to the point of bursting.

But Roland deliberately suppressed this desire and still allowed it to recover according to its normal state.

It was power and knowledge that pursued him, not the other way around.

Strength is just a means to keep moving forward. Putting the cart before the horse is a more terrifying thing than further failure, because then there is no turning back.

As one of the few enemies who allowed himself to use all his methods, he still cherished what he had gained from the opponent, and he had not noticed the weaknesses and experiences in the past.

The AT stance of isolating everything can make him resistant to any external interference, but it cannot change his own heart. Only by defeating his weak self can he complete the true complement.

"This is really the first time I'm in such a mess..."

After shaking his hands, Roland turned his head and looked at the girl next to him.

While he and Veleslana were squandering pure magic power just now, Jibril also gained some benefits from it, and she looked a year or two older. However, although her eyes were full of curiosity, Jibril remained obedient and held Roland's arm, but did not speak as usual.

"Although it is just the aftermath of the dissipation, the violence of this power is still beyond the control of ordinary beings. You have done a good job of being able to weave a spell to utilize it in real time,"

Roland praised frankly.

"Well, before you ask me, in exchange, I would also like to ask you a question..."

Before Roland's question could be answered, Jibril lightly flapped the wings around her waist and shook her head firmly as if she had realized something.

"Lord Roland, I have never felt this kind of disappointment towards you."

"why?"

Roland blinked and smiled slightly.

"I just said before that I would challenge your creator Artho, but as a result, I was already a little embarrassed in the battle with the God of Victory. It is only natural that I think I am too arrogant."

"If this idea arises just because of the difference in strength, then it is impossible for me to kill that lizard. Could it be that the gap between you and Lord Artex is greater than that between me and that lizard?"

"It won't be a problem now."

The average dragon spirit species has the power to match the lower god species, and can instantly kill a single Flügel. There is a huge gap between Roland and Artosh at the moment, but they will not be killed instantly when they meet.

"Will you give up challenging Artosh-sama just because of this gap?"

"Absolutely not. In other words, I have no choice but to defeat that guy."

The Star Cup is something Roland is determined to obtain. Before killing Hatirem, his ultimate goal in this world is to kill Artosh.

"If that's the case, why should I be disappointed?"

Jibril showed a longing smile and stared at Roland's face seriously.

Ever since she was created, Jibril has been pursuing the miracle that can make the impossible possible.

In this world where the strong are always strong and the weak can only stay together for warmth, the race that just wants to survive cannot understand the sentiment of believing in miracles.

Because that is the experience they gained from the painful lessons of the past. The Flügel can instantly kill the forest elves, but they cannot kill the dragon elves without forming a group to fight... Are these things true?

Of course it's true.

But is it impossible for these invisible reputations to be overturned?

Jibril would never admit it.

She wants to turn around these disparate things little by little until she sees the whole world. This is the meaning and joy of her existence.

Therefore, Jibril could only respect Artosh, the Creator, but not obey him.

The huge gap in strength can only prove the strength of the other party, but cannot be called her god.

Even wild beasts know that they can sense the difference between strong and weak, and avoid it at the right time, or show their claws and fangs. Can't the sixteen races with intelligence do better than the beasts?

There is nothing to blame for the weak to worship and obey the strong, but if she regards it as an absolute rule and loses the courage to pursue pleasure, she will never regard him as her master.

And now, Jibril finally confirmed Roland's qualifications.

His possibilities and will are infinite.

"So, when you raise a flag against the strongest god, please let me be your force that penetrates his heart. No matter the final result is life or death, I will greet that happy ending with satisfaction. .”

Jibril crossed her hands and lowered her head towards Roland. The glittering geometric halo moved behind her head, and the wings around her waist folded up unconsciously.

Roland looked at the blushing girl in astonishment. Based on the information he had received previously, he could recognize that this was a gesture of Flügel expressing absolute loyalty.

Although he had this idea in mind when he took Jibril with him, he didn't expect that this somewhat failed battle would become the last straw.

I seem to be a little too good at attracting demonic girls. Am I really that twisted?

Roland raised his eyes and touched Jibril's silky hair.

"Even if you want to refuse, I won't let you escape... But Artex is your creator after all. Isn't it a bit too quick to do so?"

Hearing Roland's question, the girl subconsciously looked towards the boundless sky. Since ancient times, the peerless God of War has been sitting on the throne of the sky, observing everything on the earth.

So has the battle here attracted his attention?

What kind of expression did he show when he saw another challenger who could stand in the sky and end the vacancy of the throne?

Jibril raised her head and laughed softly: "Although other Flügels may not understand, I can be sure that being ripped off from that throne is exactly what he has been looking forward to. Rather, For Lord Artex, my sacrifice this time may be more in line with his wishes."

"Although I understand what you mean, using this term makes it seem that Artex's hobby is too weird." The corner of Roland's mouth twitched and he followed Jibril's gaze.

"Then it's time to prepare for the next step."

Hearing this, Jibril frowned and spoke softly.

"With all due respect, Lord Roland, although I don't know if you have any hidden cards that have not been exposed, but from my humble perspective, your chances of winning now..."

"It's not that high, is it?"