Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

"I don't know what you want to say, but what you said just now is offensive to Master Artex, right?"

She murmured to herself in a low voice, with a smile as empty as a mask on her face, like a doll that had abandoned its emotions.

"So what? You don't think you can defeat me, do you?"

Roland smiled slightly and took off his disguise. Then, his whole body was instantly covered by shadows.

This is a scene where huge spirits are absorbed from the source of the world. In the end, even light cannot escape and can only appear when it is absorbed.

This change will also occur when the Flügel releases the spell with full force. According to the records of other races, just seeing this posture from a distance is enough to sentence the person being attacked to death.

But this scene was only caused by the enemy becoming a little more serious and taking a breath.

Only then did Azriel suddenly realize that there was a huge difference between the human boy holding a chess piece and running towards the distance without saying a word, and Roland.

Can't win.

The instinct of the fighting race immediately gave the answer.

But Azrael still had no intention of retreating. She could not sit back and watch her father be despised.

What's more, on the battlefield where life and death are fought and the soul is sharpened, giving up such an opportunity can only mean that her wings have become rotten.

Compared to death, decay itself is what the Flügels truly fear.

She also knew very well that compared to disobeying orders, the fact that she, as the leader of the Flügel, escaped from the battlefield would disappoint Lord Artosh even more.

Azriel spread her wings and instantly moved to the sky, looking down at Roland below.

The halo above her head expanded into multiple complex groups, and her dazzling wings suddenly turned from bright to dark.

This is a symbol that she began to desperately accumulate elves, and even squeezed out the light.

Everyone could see that the restless power in her body had obviously exceeded the limit of a Flügel.

"Lord Roland, let me come..."

This performance made Jibril scream, shaking her calves in Roland's arms with excitement, her eyes full of desire for battle.

"No, with the current gap between you, 80% will die together. I don't want to beat you all over again after you recover and consume the recovered power. This is too much."

Jibril, who was categorically rejected by Roland, pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, but even if a thought could teleport her away from the warm embrace, Jibril still did not make any move, as if she was just an ordinary little girl.

"Hmph, even though you are usually a fool, you are still pretty decent when you are serious. Lord Roland, I know you will not be knocked down by an attack of this magnitude, but you'd better be careful."

Jibril raised her head and stared at Azrael, speaking softly.

"Although I didn't participate in that battle, I heard from other companions that...in the God-Slaying Battle many years ago, it was Azrael's sky strike that shattered the god... The essence of the divine seed.”

The materialized marrow is equivalent to the heart of the divine species. Even without any protection, it is an incomparably powerful existence.

And Azriel, who had not made any real move for hundreds of years, put aside all distracting thoughts and stared coldly at the enemy in front of her.

She bit her lower lip slightly with her teeth and looked at Jibril.

"Little Jeep, it's still too late to retreat now, otherwise, my attack will also affect you."

But in the face of her kindness, Jibril just stuck out her tongue, looking completely unconcerned.

"is it?"

Azrael let out a breath and looked at Roland expressionlessly.

"One blow ends meow, challenger from another world. Even if my life ends here, after this battle, I will leave you with irreversible injuries, which will further reduce your already slim chance of winning."

Azriel gently raised her hand. Just this action made the surrounding sky dim unconsciously and began to tremble violently.

The end of the attack was not an arrogant declaration, but the realization of a last-ditch fight.

The difference between her and Roland was clear at a glance, and it was sheer fantasy to try to avoid him by escaping or using strategies.

But she would definitely lose in a head-on confrontation, and she didn't have the ability to strike first.

However, it is not impossible to leave Roland with irreversible injuries.

Azrael analyzed calmly.

This arrogance comes from her own particularity. As the number one individual, for Artesh, whose power can grow infinitely, the moment she was created was far less powerful than when she was creating the sisters behind her.

But even so, Azrael is still the strongest Flügel.

Because both she and Jibril were created based on special motives.

"Being so wanton, so arrogant and frivolous, you must be punished——"

"You are the one who deserves to be punished, right? As the leader of the Flügel, you act willfully and show off your power like a child spoiled by his father. You don't think that the reason why I let you go is because I value your power." ?”

Roland shrugged and chuckled.

Hearing Roland's words, Azriel was slightly startled, but did not refute, but fell into silence, obviously being spoken to her heart.

"So, in return for Artho, let me teach you. The answer is simple, because it's the same reason you ignored Rick."

Roland let go of the hand around Jibril's waist, opened it slightly, and hooked towards Azrael.

"——In the eyes of the strong, there is no place for the weak!"

Chapter 323 Punishment for Bad Boys

The weak.

From the shocked expression that flashed across Azriel's face, it was clear how rare this comment was for her.

Although it was nominally used as a weapon to assist the Lord God in his fight for the throne of the only God, as the closest confidant to Artosh, Azrael understood that as long as the Lord God wanted to, it was just a matter of a thought.

Therefore, she tried hard to share Artesio's worries and prove her worth as much as possible.

Before inferior races like monsters appeared, she was already the nightmare of many races, from the giant race to the dragon elf race, to the fantasy race, and in the end, even the god race became her achievement.

Even the Dragon King, the God of Victory, would use the title Wings of the God of War to show respect for her, but now, she was actually given the title of Weakness, which only lower races like the Forest Elves and Goblins have. title?

"Sky strike!"

Rick, who had already been running far away, heard the words that were like a judgment, and his face turned pale instantly. In front of that extremely brutal killer, who had no means to break it, even if he had ninety-nine lives, he would not be able to kill him. Totally not enough.

Just escaping from the energy vortex in the aftermath of this move would probably give up most of the chances of resurrection here.

This game must be played with the goal of surviving until God Roland saves himself.

Just as Rick clenched the spiritual equipment in his hand, quickly turned his mind, thinking about ways to survive in death, and waited for death to come, there was no unnecessary sound.

He looked behind him in confusion, his pupils shrinking.

Azrael waved her right hand in the sky. When the light disappeared from her raised hand, what was released was not a sky strike in the form of a beam of light. Instead, it spread directly to all directions, instantly destroying Roland and Jibril. The darkness surrounding the figure.

From Rick's perspective, Roland seemed to be trapped in a black ball.

Azrael noticed Rick's looking back, but she had no time to erase it altogether. She just quietly felt the fluctuations of the invisible elves and space, and manipulated the power.

Although Sky Strike is synonymous with Flügel, Azrael has always believed that her sisters don't know how to use power at all. Maybe they are contemptuous, or they are powerless, but it still cannot change the fact that their Sky Strike is a waste of power. .

When such a huge spirit is gathered together and released in the form of a beam, it will not only waste unnecessary power in the process, but also release the energy that escapes later in the form of uncontrollable aftermath.

This kind of efficiency is too low. If you want to maximize the power of the sky strike, you don't need to restrain it, but directly release it to detonate it.

As for the problem of causing the aiming head to malfunction, wouldn't it be enough to just use a confined space to move the enemy together with the Sky Strike?

The sky strike will be infinitely reflected and amplified in a closed space without any waste, and may even explode with power that exceeds the energy itself.

Compression plus explosion, this is a very simple principle.

But even with the Flügel's talent, it is extremely difficult to replicate this move. Therefore, Azrael is still the only one who can use this move so far.

From the perspective of the Flügel, this can also be called a sure-kill move.

Because even if he knew in advance, there was nothing he could do about this move. Therefore, even after Jibril was born, Azriel's character changed towards the role of a fool. Many companions still hold her against her to this day. There is deep fear.

Although Azrael had weakened to the point of becoming a young girl, her smile and eyes were still extremely cold, and she exuded a strange and terrifying aura.

Although one's own family knows one's own affairs, this inevitable death is terrible, but if one does not hold an absolute concept, there will inevitably be flaws in some aspects.

A blow that is confined to a closed space cannot affect enemies stronger than itself. Species that are stronger than Flügel, such as fantasy species or divine species, can tear apart the space.

Even if Azrael is special, the process can only take a while longer at most.

Moreover, in addition to tearing apart space, you can also escape by using time transfer. Even if the cost is much greater than usual, the feasibility of this method has been proven by Jibril herself.

"Little Jeep, thank you for teaching your sister a lesson, meow."

Azriel looked back with lingering fear, fearing that another figure would appear there and pierce her chest directly.

Since the last time Jibril used time and space to make a move, Azrael has begun to improve her own moves. After all, the purpose of this move is just to prevent the possibility of executing her own kind, and does not take into account the possibility of targeting the strong. Condition.

However, even though it was an improvement, it didn't take much effort on her part.

After all, she doesn't need to consider the size of the damage at all, she just needs to work hard on the sure hit.

As the number one individual, Azrael still has four times the amount of magic power stored in Jibril, who was created by the Lord God when he was at his strongest.

This is not only because she is the origin of the Flügel, but also because Artosh's intention at that time was to create a "perfect" existence.

This concept gave Azriel many shortcomings, fear of failure and fear of exploring the unknown. This makes her unable to understand the cause of the loss, let alone learn, a fact that, combined with a common spiritual connection with Abant Heim himself, results in her lacking personal temperament, creativity and most importantly awareness .

But precisely because of this, she is also the purest.

For Artosh at that time, he was the only perfect reference, so Azrael had extraordinary control, unusually powerful strength, and terrifying combat intuition.

She itself symbolizes Artosh's serious release move at that time.

Although he did not use all his strength, Artosh was extremely focused and serious in his attitude and state of mind in this move.

Therefore, compared to the companions who need to gather together to regain the power of the God of War, Azriel's sky strike alone is enough to pierce the marrow of the divine species.

The moment the sealed space was formed, it naturally began to disintegrate along with the fluctuations that shook the void, making a thunderous roar.

This was not because Roland inside made any resistance, but because Azrael took the initiative to use space as a carrier, allowing the energy that shattered the sky and earth to crush it and explode.

Since the enemy plans to escape from space, wouldn't it be enough to simply give up the plan to increase the power of Sky Strike and use space as a bomb to spread together with Sky Strike?

In the case of space collapse, time and space transfer has naturally become a delusion. His own power is enough to shake the planet. If such power still cannot kill the enemy, it will be useless to be stronger.

It is better to focus on unleashing the realm that Master Artosh had in the past. Even the gods cannot defend against attacks. If you are lucky, you may die together, but if you are not lucky, you may leave irreversible injuries to the enemy.

As if to vent her anger, Azrael waved her hand down bitterly, and then suddenly made a fist, as if she had already held Roland's heart in her hand.

"I'm sorry, little Jip... Even if you will be affected, I can't show any mercy, meow."

——Although she said so, Azrael had no means to stop this move. The air strike turned everything that made up the body into nerves that connected to the spirit corridor, thereby releasing all the power absorbed, sweeping away all things.

To maintain this state, even Azrael would not be able to control it for a long time.

However, she is still very confident now. Although she will lose without any suspense with just one blow, it should be easy to make the other party leave a deep memory or take the little Jeep to hell with her. , and then just wait for the enemy to completely bury themselves with their anger after their plans were disrupted.

Hey hey... It's not an unacceptable ending to die together with Little Jeep.

Azriel giggled, savoring the sudden happiness carefully, dancing like a child - no, she was a child now.

However, things don't always develop the way she wants.

The technique she was proud of was ineffective when it was about to explode the space, and was broken through by Roland who emerged from it.

In other words, completely disappeared.

This is not assimilated and disappeared like a river merging into the ocean, but there is not even an explosion of energy.

Even though Azriel continued to expand her perception, she didn't feel the result of the increase in elves.

"Eh? What happened, meow?"

Azriel's decisive and cold demeanor just now was gone. She couldn't help but open her eyes in shock and asked in a dumb voice.

Obviously one second ago, the space was full of cracks and was about to explode under the expanding sky strike, but the next moment, both the space she created and the moves themselves disappeared without a trace, as if she had just absorbed The power and the weaving technique itself were thrown into a different world.

However, it would be a lie to say that she was unaware of the reasons for this.

Roland quietly looked at the golden world around him, as well as the shining ball of light woven by the spirit of speech, his eyes shining with a brilliance that was more sacred than the golden light around him.

In this war for the Star Cup, he was rarely at a complete disadvantage. To find a chance to win, whether it was his opponent's contempt or even carelessness, he had to take advantage of it to the extreme.

Although he acted relaxed and carefree, and prepared many back-up moves to flip the table, Roland was far from being as relaxed as he appeared. To achieve a miracle, he must take every key step and include all indispensable things for use. among the objects.

The warrior incarnation of Veleslana can use the understanding of the enemy's power, the spirit of speech and wisdom to weave a golden sword that cuts and even seals concepts.

After Roland confirmed the identity of the bonded spirit, he didn't even have time to care about the attitude of Star Cup and Artosh. He rushed to the human race's territory without stopping, including agreeing to the other party's conditions and killing the final dragon in advance, just to seize this scoundrel. of power.

And this move did not disappoint him. Although it was a blow released by Artosh in the past using the Flügel as a control character, it was still perfectly sealed.