Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

"The battle against the fantasy species begins, prepare the binding technique, and prepare the light cannon to charge up!"

"Yes!"

Within the battleship, elites composed of various races performed their jobs in an orderly manner.

Although becoming companions with a strange alien race made them somewhat uncomfortable at first, this kind of thing has long been ignored due to the power displayed by this battleship that can only be formed by gathering the power of multiple races.

The moment he received the order, the gunner couldn't wait to start the massacre.

"laugh--"

The beam stream formed by the huge elves directly pierced the body of the Phantasma trapped in the distance, and then spread like a flame, directly destroying the structure of the Phantasma from the inside, leaving only the most basic core.

Only a few minutes later, this natural disaster, which used to require fleets to fight even powerful races like the forest elves, was solved like chopping melons and vegetables.

Although the consumption is also very high, on the frontal battlefield, these new warships have proven with their brilliant achievements why they can become trump cards.

Now, these aces are carrying out large-scale massacres along the entire continent. In conjunction with the interception front composed of conventional firepower below, any possible instability factors have been wiped out in the cradle.

"What a useful tactic. Judging from the results of the rehearsal, this is probably the last training session."

Rick put down the report in his hand, walked to a door and stopped, muttering to himself sentimentally.

"I hope the sacrifices of these people can be turned into nourishment for us and allow more people to survive."

He is a very kind-hearted person and does not want to cause unnecessary sacrifices. However, despite this, he does not object to Roland's order, and his attitude is even very supportive.

No one wants to make unnecessary sacrifices due to unexplained accidents on the battlefield that is a matter of life and death. What's more, whether it is the core of the Fantasy Seed or the body of the Dragon Seed, they are excellent materials that the Alliance urgently needs.

And using them to preview battles is also very important for the tacit understanding and cooperation between various races.

Thinking of this, Rick also raised his head, looked at the gorgeous door, and knocked gently.

"Lord Roland?"

"Rick, come in."

After getting permission, Rick gently pushed the door open, and then his body froze.

What appeared in front of him was Roland, surrounded by beautiful girls.

No, it seems to be exaggerated to use it as a girl. From the perspective of Rick, who is a human, it is still an immature girl no matter how you think about it.

Roland's shoulders, thighs, and arms were all held by these girls, even his waist, like a eucalyptus tree being held by a group of koalas.

Because of the almost unwavering expression, Rick could recognize that it was the Ex-Machina that Roland had recently made a personal trip to join the alliance.

To be honest, it is not incomprehensible for Rick that the race that Roland personally recovered would surrender to the charm of this adult.

But why are these little girl-like machines with flushed faces and contented faces rubbing against this adult's body? !

Thinking of Hubie, who had become very strange after being brought back by Roland, like a pendant, Rick immediately thought about many things.

Although as one of the leaders of the alliance, he knew that the Ex-Machina only had a human-like appearance and no similar structure, but when he saw that mouthless but delicate face, it was natural for him to think it was cute, right?

And given Roland's bad reputation in various senses in the past, Rick's legs were also trembling.

"That... Lord Roland?"

"Don't get me wrong, this is not my original intention," Roland, who noticed Rick's emotions, immediately explained righteously, "Rick, you also know that many of the Ex-Machines I brought back need to be repaired. Body, replace the parts?"

"This strange appearance is entirely caused by a misunderstanding in the information they collected!"

"This has nothing to do with my personal reputation. It is just a misunderstanding caused by fools. Rick, you also have special plans, you should understand it, right?"

"I understand the truth...but can you put down the girl on your hands first?"

Rick nodded somewhat heavily, looking at Roland who unconsciously grabbed Hubie's calf and feet wrapped in white socks in his arms and played with them, and said with some tears.

Chapter 342 [Magic Divine Strike]

Chapter 342 [Canon·Divine Strike]

"I always feel like my reputation is getting weirder and weirder..."

Seeing Rick running away, as if he would be silenced if he was too late, Roland also felt a little helpless.

Even with his appetite for both meat and vegetables, he was not really attracted to the little girl.

Although this kind of precocious magical race is completely different from ordinary girls, whether they only show a cute and trusting look towards him, or they obey his every command without hesitation, this trait is indeed very heartwarming.

Combined with the previous record of picking up Jibril and Azriel, and then picking up Hubie, it is completely normal for Rick to have such bad thoughts.

Holding the petite and exquisite Hubi's soft body in his arms, Roland sighed as he looked at the Ex-Machines around him who had not changed at all due to Rick's arrival.

But for God's sake, he really isn't a loli. This change in appearance is completely the Ex-Machina's own initiative, but Hubie is doing it out of necessity, and Jibril is doing it entirely because no matter what form she is, Roland They can all be treated equally.

However, when it develops to this extent, Roland himself is not without fault.

When spending most of the time with a girl like Hubie, it was normal to hold her in her arms and pinch her soft cheeks.

And as the relationship got closer, this level of intimacy could no longer satisfy Hubi, causing Roland to go too far.

By now, Hubie has become accustomed to taking the initiative to put his foot in Roland's hand, so before Rick spoke, Roland, the person involved, didn't even realize that something was wrong.

Jibril may have noticed it, but for her, she wouldn't care if she realized it.

All I can say is that habits are a terrible force.

Thinking of this, Roland's eyes became a little subtle. In order to prevent himself from falling into the inevitable abyss, he had to pull the busy Jibril back and enjoy it to the fullest before confirming one thing.

He didn't like Hubie because of his form, but it was just that this form happened to be within the range of his heart.

In such calm days, the final stage of the Elkia Grand Alliance battle also came to an end. In the midst of the preparations for the battle, what Roland had been waiting for for a long time finally began.

"Lord Roland, they are here."

Jibril used space movement to appear in front of the silent Roland and whispered softly.

However, the loud noise had already reminded Roland of the authenticity of the news.

Although the sky is not clear now and the light is a little dim, for powerful people like Roland and Jibril, this obstacle will naturally have no impact.

No, in fact, even ordinary humans can clearly observe the burly island in the sky. It floats in the sky and swims towards the center of the continent in the shape of a giant whale.

Even though they are tens of thousands of miles apart, the shock brought by such a huge body is still before their eyes.

The essence of fantasy species is an independent world, but it just happens to be located on this planet. At this moment, even the people who have no memory of these legendary races can't help but tremble.

This invisible fear, even the soldiers who have begun to participate in the elimination of the rebels, are not immune.

Although for these knowledgeable warriors, the fantasy species they had hunted was not surprising, the symbolic meaning behind this fantasy species was what made them uneasy.

That was the city-state of the Flügel.

Unlike the Dragon Elf and Fantasy races, which have found corresponding tactics based on the analysis of the Ex-Machines, so far, there is still only one option for the Flügel.

Kill her with greater power, or be killed by her.

These races created by the strongest gods are weapons of war in the true sense. Only death can stop them completely, and they have no weaknesses in the conventional sense.

"This...this amount?"

When Xinke hurriedly rushed to Roland's side, this calm girl also lost some of her original calmness.

The Flügels guarding the city-state spread out their glorious wings freely, shining like stars.

Looking around, there were about a thousand shining stars in the star-studded sky chessboard. Xinke subconsciously clenched his fists and murmured to himself.

"Is this...the tip of the iceberg of the strongest god?"

Roland was not surprised by Xinke's reaction.

The Flügels, who usually only attack in small groups, can easily defeat the original fleets of elves and goblins and massacre them.

Therefore, it is normal to feel fear when seeing the desperate number of angel-like girls surrounding the island.

After all, most people, even elites like Xin Ke, have relatively wrong estimates of the number of Flügels. The confidence that was just generated by the strong alliance between various races often fails in the face of such a heavy truth. There is a huge psychological gap.

"My initial reaction was exactly the same as Miss Xinke's."

Rick sighed with a wry smile.

Excluding those treasured strategic weapons, the Elkia Alliance is even at a disadvantage simply in terms of strength and scale.

What's more, judging from the paper data, the previous Flügel had the ability to wipe out all other races from the planet, but they still only carried out playful hunting. The attitude revealed in this behavior, It’s self-explanatory.

Until now, the Flügel, who were clearly able to teleport directly to the sky above the battlefield, still chose to follow the pace of the city-state and move forward bit by bit at a speed that was considered a turtle's speed for them. This was in line with that contemptuous attitude.

It was as if they were deliberately giving the enemy time to prepare, so they used such a silent declaration of war.

"It seems that Arteo can't wait any longer. Also, sitting back and watching me eat all the desserts worth tasting, it is even more surprising to suppress the desire in my heart."

After waiting for who knows how many years, the enemy who can answer the questions in his heart is right in front of him. For the God of War, even wasting a minute or a second is an unforgivable sin.

If it weren't for the purpose of making the enemy's delicacy reach its most delicious moment, Roland even suspected that the Artes would fly directly to the battlefield with the Flügel and then smash down the city-state together.

For Artosh, who feeds on hatred, fighting spirit, and blood, this kind of behavior is perfectly normal.

Feeling the approaching, scorching smell of scorched earth, Roland also had a bit of anticipation on his face.

He was sure that Artexio was also brewing his own power at this moment.

Use magic as the blood, integrate the concept of war into the bone marrow, and use the strongest to weave the muscles, making every part of the body perfect.

Gradually erase the unnecessary concepts of the past God of War and Artex, and face everything with the strongest identity.

Even the crimson sky was infected by this anxious and oppressive aura. Without the power of the Flügel, even if they were just close to that city-state, they would be directly scorched by the ferocious aura.

"Get ready for war. Since someone has invited you so kindly, it is not in line with the etiquette of a guest to go empty-handed."

Suddenly, Roland opened his mouth and showed a ferocious smile to the people behind him.

After the recent buffer, all the cadres who shoulder the heavy responsibility have arrived.

The dragon king crawling outside, the steel-like fantasy species, and the leaders of various races in the room who would be called heroes no matter who they took out.

Including Jibril, the alliance of a total of sixteen races has made the Elkia Alliance a behemoth that is in no way inferior to the Flügel.

There are more than 400 new warships that can be used in combat, and there are thousands of sub-class airships. Each warship is controlled by elites selected from the best and is responsible for maintenance. , the number of people in the logistics department is spread across all races.

Before the Flügel's attack began, the gathering of troops and the evacuation arrangements for the people had been completed with incredible efficiency.

The alliance brought together the wisdom and power of all races. According to Hubi's analysis, without Artosh, even if they faced off against the Flügels who were now deployed by the entire race, the outcome would be two points.

Although the number of alliance troops is far less than the total number of previous races, even if the fifteen races before the war were to unite to fight against the current alliance, the result would only be a complete victory for the alliance.

The key factor in this is not just the integration of knowledge of various races, but also the unity of will.

With a common foreign enemy, all internal disputes and conflicts put aside, and all resources and talents pooled together, even Roland was surprised by the results of the alliance today.

"The finished product of the twenty-four marrow blasts is ready and can be activated at any time."

Ronnie looked at the gun muzzle of the rear half of the battleship from a distance. They were firmly trapped in the metal shell, but still shining uneasily, like missile-like objects, and said respectfully to Roland.

In the past, it took only a hundred years for the goblin race to create twelve weapons. With the cooperation of sixteen races, the number was doubled. This number may seem inconspicuous, but considering that it only took such a short time The time has been amazing.

But such weapons, which are capable of destroying the continent and seriously injuring the gods, are only an insignificant part of the alliance's reserves.

"The same is true for the Dragon Elf's Beng Roar. Combined with the captured outliers who are on the verge of destruction, and the slave dragons who take the initiative to sacrifice themselves, Beng Roar also has twenty-four shots."

The Dragon King blinked and described in a calm voice the dragon spirit's determination to sacrifice his life.

"The Void Zero Protection has a total of thirty-six shots, and it has been prepared for the scheduled execution."

Xinke raised the hem of her skirt slightly, and her tone was much lighter. Although the Void Zero Blessing, which uses the core of fantasy species as the main material, is not as powerful as the Marrow Explosion in terms of pure power, the relative difficulty of making it is much lower. So that she can be fully prepared.

Hearing that the power was so abundant that it could destroy the surface of the planet dozens of times, although there was still some uneasiness in my heart, it was undeniable that the morale of the people around him was undoubtedly greatly increased.

"very good."

Roland nodded with satisfaction, "In this case, if you act according to the predetermined plan, I don't need to worry about the outcome between you."

He chuckled, waved his hand, and flew straight into the sky.

"Then there is only one thing we have to do next."

"One piece?"

Rick frowned, quickly put away the surprise on his face, and looked at Roland calmly.

"Is it to declare war on the Flügel and the God of War?"

"of course."

Although Rick's imagination is sometimes too rich, Roland still appreciates his ability to understand beyond ordinary people.