Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

Under the super high school-level caressing technique, the girl's immature body quickly relaxed and she narrowed her eyes in comfort.

At this time, a voice full of surprise, but still a little uneasy, also sounded.

"Little Jeep, I found you!"

Although it was just a small dot in the sky at the beginning, to Azriel, who was just a snail in her eyes even if she moved at supersonic speeds, it didn't take a few seconds for her to reach the goal she had longed for. In front of him, he let out an excited shout.

Then, she completely froze in place.

"Meow! You actually went over my way to improve Little Jeep's favorability! Let me do it first... No!"

Azriel's face turned red and her tone suddenly changed to one of envy and jealousy, and she growled menacingly like a cat.

"The only person who can touch my little Jeep's head is me, meow! You rude person, get out of here, meow!"

“Azriel-senpai, can you please keep your voice down? Also, I told you not to touch me all the time. You’re so annoying. You’ve ruined the good atmosphere.”

Jibril said gently in a pleasant voice with a smile, but the way she looked at Azrael was as if she was looking at a piece of trash.

"Meow! Why meow! Then can this man touch him casually?" Azriel was so shocked that she leaned back and shouted, with tears of grievance even appearing in her eyes.

"I can't help it. It's really hard for me to respect someone like you."

Such ruthless truth made Azrael almost cry on the ground after hearing this. She seemed to be in a daze as if she had been severely hit, and she began to complain to herself.

"Wow! Obviously the old Jeep was not like this at all!...Wait, before?"

Perhaps because Jibril's unabashed mocking expression when speaking was too hurtful, Azrael finally remembered the purpose of her coming out.

"Little Jeep, sister is very angry now!"

She put her hands on her hips and scolded with a serious expression.

"The act of betraying the Creator, no matter which race it is, must be punished with capital punishment, and this is even more true for us. Before doing such a thing, don't you understand the consequences?"

Jibril did not answer this question directly. She did betray Artosh, but this did not mean that she lost respect for her fellow Flügels or even her own god.

Therefore, she used her best method to avoid the easy matter.

"Hey?"

"Meow! Little Jeep's cuteness is really unmatched, meow! And he can't resist, so he can rub his face as he pleases!"

Under the deliberate show of cuteness of Jibril, who appeared in the form of a young girl in the rare big-breaking version, Azrael was so fascinated that she became dizzy in the blink of an eye and shouted excitedly.

To her, this was something more precious than the head of a god species, and it took her a while to recover.

"No, sister, I'm so angry right now that I actually committed an act of betrayal. When I heard about this, sister, I didn't even know what expression to put on, meow!"

"Can't you just use your usual idiot expression?" Jibril said sarcastically without giving up.

"Being too serious is both an advantage and a disadvantage of little Jeep, although this is what makes you cute." On such a serious matter, Azriel had already made up her mind and had no intention of giving in. "But as the leader of the Flügel, I cannot turn a blind eye to such remarks and actions. Little Jeep, it's not too late to go back with me now."

"If I say no, are you going to purge me?"

“Of course not. I can’t bear to do that. I will only break your arms and legs and drag you back to Avant Heim.”

"I see. As a leader, it is the senior's freedom how to exercise this right, but -"

Jibril stared at Azrael's eyes that showed no emotion at all, showing no fear at all, and a provocative smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I'm not going to sit around and wait for death,"

The two people's eyes intertwined invisibly in the air, and they faced off coldly. But when the tension reached the extreme, an uncontrollable smile suddenly came from the side.

"Pfft,"

Azriel, who was just about to respond, subconsciously frowned and looked at the young man behind Jibril who was dumbfounded, as if everything in front of him was just a farce.

His performance was in sharp contrast to the trembling humans on the other side who didn't even dare to breathe.

The other person looked the same as the person she remembered, but his temperament was completely different.

She looks about twenty years old, with a tall body with a streamlined natural beauty, and an appearance that even Azrael, who sees angelic and lovely companions every day, must admire her.

Before approaching this area, she used magic to detect the energy level here. Except for the dead demon species and Jibril, no one else was qualified to be a Flügel hunting target, so she naturally ignored Jeep The two people next to Lil regarded it as an existence like air.

But how could such a human being dare to sneer at her?

As long as you know the deeds of the Flügel, you will understand that the reason why this group of races, who are naturally favored by the god of courage and war in another world, did not do anything to them is just a lack of concern for worthless things and their own selfishness. Just arrogant.

Azrael assumed a serious posture and stared at the rude young man with cold, angry eyes.

She herself is very confident about this. Although she is not as good as her father who can derail space and time just by standing, but as long as she is serious, her eyes will spontaneously become as sharp as a sword.

This is not a description, but a fact. With the Flügel's talent for space, humans are not even qualified to fight.

However, with the quality she possesses, it is completely wishful thinking to interfere with the space around Roland.

Therefore, all Roland felt was that the petite and cute girl was glaring at him with a self-righteous and majestic expression.

This cute display only encourages bad adults to want to bully her.

Other races, with their illustrious reputation forged with blood, would not dare to be so arrogant even if they had power. For example, Rick lowered his eyes subconsciously and only observed everything around him with his peripheral vision.

But Roland, who came from another world, couldn't relate to him at all. He looked at the girl with a fierce expression leisurely, as if she was just a kitten bluffing because of uneasiness.

In the face of the gap between them, Azrael's hard-fought attack was not as lethal as this cute expression.

Azriel, who was vaguely aware of something weird, raised her eyebrows and said coldly: "Rude human, what are you laughing at!"

"It's nothing, I just think the color of your hair matches you."

Because of Azrael's passionate emotions, some elves subconsciously gathered on her body, making her whole body shrouded in a faint fluorescent light, but it did not overwhelm the focus, making the sea-green hair become the main tone of the fluorescent light. .

Such a funny scene made Jibril laugh a little, but before she could say the words of ridicule she was about to say, they were replaced by exclamations.

Roland held her in his arms unceremoniously, as if he were holding a doll, and as if provoking, he rubbed her in front of Azriel's face, and found that Azriel subconsciously tightened his grip. After the fist, he rubbed harder and harder.

Jibril, who had long been accustomed to Roland's style, didn't even sigh and just cooperated with the other party's manipulations smoothly.

Such a performance made Azriel's eyes sparkle with fire.

Little Jeep's cuteness belongs to her alone. Even as a companion, she can only occasionally share the brilliance that can heal people's hearts.

Don’t do that kind of thing! Little Jeep was rubbed here and there by other people and so on! I hope she will think of me all her life, even after I die...at least for ten years!

Although it is not clear why Little Jeep is so cooperative with this guy, in order to protect this beauty and her purity, he must not retreat!

So, Azriel raised her arm, allowing the dark elves to begin to gather.

Chapter 322 In the eyes of the strong, there is no place for the weak!

Without even a shriek of restless space, a powerful beam of light burst out from Roland's position, penetrating the crimson sky.

At such a distance, without even making a swing, the leaping elves gathered across the space and landed directly.

If it weren't for the aura of death that permeated the sky pierced by the beam of light and the layers of flames that formed a sharp contrast with the beam of light below that was shining without any ripples, it would be hard to imagine that such overwhelming force could be restrained so well.

To do this, you must release your power and at the same time create a closed space adjacent to reality but isolated from reality on the periphery of the light pillar, and this process must always be synchronized.

Compared with simply releasing power, this kind of control over power is what is truly scary.

There was a cold murderous intent on Azrael's face, which was in sharp contrast to the carefree look before.

Azrael is the only person who can rub Little Jeep's face so intimately!

As the ultimate Jibril controller, Azriel once performed the feat of launching a full-power Sky Strike directly into the air in order to stay with her opponent, thus entering the repair room with Jibril.

Therefore, Azrael is very confident that such an attack does not even require thinking for her, it has become an instinctive action. At this distance, even the little Jeep cannot avoid this attack.

She calculated very clearly that this blow could not break through Jibril, who always added extra protection to herself, but it was enough to reduce all races except Flügel to ashes.

However, when she saw the scene inside the light pillar, the girl's pupils shrank.

Roland, who was wrapped up, seemed not to notice the torrent of elves that had turned into reality around him. He even lifted Jibril in his arms as if to show off a trophy, with a proud look on his face.

This behavior was obviously impromptu, because Azriel clearly heard Jibril's imperceptible exclamation.

But in contrast to the fact that the other party had a little Jeep to hold, but she had nothing, it was Jibril's reaction that made Azriel almost bite her silver teeth into pieces.

Jibril, who didn't even have time to say anything to stop her, had helplessness in her eyes, but more of annoyance and curiosity.

Feeling the warmth from Roland's raised hands, Jibril's body suddenly softened, her words and movements stopped, and she was as obedient as a cute doll.

She looked down at Azrael below with her pretty blushing face, and she didn't even utter her usual aggressive taunts. It seemed that in such a situation, she couldn't care about anything else for a short time.

hateful! What kind of enchantment spell did this man pour into little Jeep?

It's so enviable... no, it's too shameless!

The opponent didn't even fight back, but such a clear declaration of sovereignty and your helpless behavior was more effective than any other move.

However, Azrael, who was in a fighting state, was not fooled by Jibril's beauty. She could move freely in such an attack, and even her clothes were not damaged. This fact in itself means that Wearing many things.

After noticing the vigilance in Azrael's gaze, Roland put Jibril in his arms again, ignored the space sealed by the beams of light that were still raging around, and walked straight out.

During this process, Azriel still did not sense even a trace of aura from the other party that was stronger than her own.

Both reason and reality told her that there was no need to care about the enemy's power, but her intuition gave her a contradictory conclusion - the enemy was fatally dangerous to her.

The two completely opposite feelings caused Azriel to fall into confusion, with a confused look on her face, not knowing what to do.

However, as Lord Artho's most perfect creation, his instincts will not fail.

This kind of seemingly putting the cart before the horse is a symbol of abnormality. Is this guy the challenger that Lord Artosh has been waiting for?

The thought flashed through her mind, and Azriel stared at Roland, who was looking at her with a smile.

The shadow cast by the tall figure of the other party slowly covered her, but soon, she suppressed the fear that flashed in her heart, regained her composure, and her expression became solemn again.

Azrael calmed down and bowed slightly towards the black-haired young man in front of her with an impeccable expression and a serious look.

"My lord has been waiting for this visitor from another world for a long time."

To her, Artho was both a father and a creator. Azriel could disobey his orders and sneak out to find Jibril, because she knew that the Lord God would not care about such a thing.

But when it comes to the enemy that Artosh has been waiting for for a long time, she will not mess around like before.

Since she can be regarded as a challenger by the Lord God, she must respect him, even on the surface.

However, is his luck so bad? He obviously came here after finding traces of Jibril acting alone, but he didn't expect to directly bump into the real owner.

"Oh, so are you here to convey the idea that Artosh can't wait? Then this guy is really emotionless. It's rare to encounter a meal that suits your appetite. Waiting with expectation is the right thing to do."

Roland, who knew Artosh's setting, didn't feel any nervousness and said it nonchalantly, but Azrael couldn't sit back and watch the Lord God's reputation be damaged because of her gaffe.

"No, nya! How could Sir Artosh be so fussy about an enemy of your level?"

Azriel's brows suddenly twisted into a knot.

The trust she has in Artosh is far from being shaken by the unknown in another world. Even the respect she shows for Roland is not essentially because of Roland's strength, but because he is recognized by Artosh.

As a war weapon that has even chopped off the heads of gods, Azrael has no need to kowtow to anyone in this world except Artosh.

The girl's face was full of anger, and she said: "No matter what strategies and preparations you want to use, just do it as you please. Lord Artesio will neither detect nor stop him. He will only wait quietly." Until the day comes when you start a war!"

"This is the pride of Lord Artesio as a strong man, but I advise you to wake up early and become the enemy of our lord. No matter how much effort you put in and how much strength you gain, you cannot change the fact that Al This is the conclusion drawn by Master Texiu himself, nya.”

Azrael's voice was as cold as a knife and sounded emotionless.

The girl who wanted to change Alt's name racked her brains to argue with Roland's words, trying to undermine the other person's confidence as much as possible.

But Roland seemed to not understand the meaning of her words, and smiled unconsciously.

"What is the opinion of the strongest god? I would like to hear the details."

She recalled the words of the majestic figure in her memory that day, took a deep breath, and raised her head proudly.

"——You are the challenger."

After saying this, she raised her head expectantly, wanting to see Roland's solemn expression as he became serious.

Just as she expected, after Lord Artesio's conclusion, this powerful man from another world did put away his cynical expression after being stunned for a moment.

Roland took a breath.

"Did he really say that?"

"Ok?"

Seeing the confusion on Azriel's face, Roland also shook his head in amusement.

"As far as I know, the last person who claimed to be the strongest but said this sentence had his body broken in two. This flag is not set up."

Such a nonchalant expression made Azriel's eyes suddenly become cold, and her temperament suddenly became sinister and terrifying.