Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

If he doesn't choose to break through the limit, he will most likely die at the hands of Artosh. Once he breaks through, the winning rate will be even slimmer.

"So, the only way to save all this now is to suppress my instinct to escape death, and in my current state, in a desperate situation where I will die at any time, I can persist until the moment the analysis is completed, and then I can see the dawn of victory."

The body formed by the combination of the third method and the apostle allows Roland to spontaneously break through to the point of not touching death when facing threats.

Although this function can be suppressed, on the other hand, if Roland fails to hold on, he may die.

"But in this case, you..."

Hubie's voice fell silent halfway through her words. Because she was connected to Roland's mind, she could clearly detect the determination of her master at this moment.

"Those who don't want to give up anything can't accomplish anything. I keep choosing to move forward just to stop giving up, but that doesn't mean I've lost this determination."

Roland said softly.

"Place yourself in a comfortable place where there will definitely be a way out, and then say something to gain the strongest position. Even if you really succeed, it is just a different kind of hollowness."

The corners of his mouth gradually opened, and pure ether continued to pour out of him, dispersing the light of fire and soul into the starry sky.

"Besides, it's rare to be called an emperor. Occasionally, you have to show some energy and respond to your subjects."

The crown is a symbol of status, but its other meaning is that it also represents the hope that everyone will watch when disaster strikes from the sky.

Being an emperor means being respected by all the people.

"Besides, being beaten up in such a miserable state," Roland's mouth curved with a ferocious arc, "without reciprocal repayment, really doesn't make people feel at ease."

Although it was not that he had never encountered adversity, the battle with Artosh made Roland feel unhappy from the bottom of his heart.

Because the opponent is implementing his fighting style.

No matter what changes are used, they will always be fought back with stronger force.

Regardless of whether he uses skills or characteristics, Art Xiu will eventually be able to defeat all methods and get back on the road to fighting for weight.

This made Roland feel aggrieved that you dared to use my moves against me.

Isn't he working so hard to train his realm and find ways to become stronger just so that he can control everything with absolute power?

Roland is not the type of person who doesn't care about the process as long as the result is good.

"Then, it's up to you to seize the opportunity, Hubby."

"Yes."

Although from an emotional point of view, this was completely unreasonable and reckless, Hubie still nodded extremely seriously.

As a tool, it may be a misfortune to have such a master, but for some reason, Hubi did not have any doubt in his heart about such an arrogant performance.

"It seems that you have made up your mind. What a pity. I also want to test how big the gap between you and me is before I reach my strongest limit?"

When the distance between the two was already within reach, Roland did not make any move. Artosh looked at Roland with strange eyes when he realized that the other party really wanted to have a head-on confrontation with him.

"Test, are you talking about the kind of battle that is neither painful nor itchy, and the most serious injury is a broken hand? Don't make me laugh."

Roland chuckled and slowly raised his fist, imitating Artosh's previous appearance.

"At least it has to go to this level before it can be called a battle!"

The AT force field is fully activated, and the crown is reversed!

Even if Roland controlled his instincts, Artosh wouldn't be able to double his strength with just one blow like a certain Sekiryuutei.

But in the previous battle, the gap between the two had widened a lot, and it was very difficult for Roland to hurt Artosh now.

But it is enough as long as the characteristics of the Anti-Messiah ensure that Roland's damage will be transmitted to Artosh.

As long as the damage is not zero, this battle is worth continuing.

Roland simply gave up all his defenses and let the bloody halo gather on his fist, compressing it into an amorphous mass of energy with a heavy and oppressive feeling.

Then, in the twisted space, he swung an uncomplicated, concise straight fist that contained almost all the power, directly towards Arteo's face!

The fist wind roared in the starry sky, and the huge magic power expanded. Centered on the direction of the two, the true red shock wave formed a ball, expanded rapidly, and swallowed dozens of square kilometers around it in an instant.

Within the affected area, the void of destruction continued to spread. In the blink of an eye, a sinkhole as deep as the core of Mars suddenly emerged amidst the explosion.

Artosh's eyes narrowed and he waved his fist without hesitation.

But this movement that he is best at has lost its previous smoothness. Logically speaking, this kind of abnormal performance is impossible for the strong God of War to appear.

But if you stand on Mars and see the continuous flashes of light spreading out in circles, like the spectacle when all the landmines are detonated at the same time, you will understand the reason.

too fast.

In the violent attack, even with his strength, he was struggling.

Without the expansion of the strongest principle, this level of attack made him feel like he was stuck in a quagmire.

Using the speed of the Phoenix incarnation to warm up heaven in advance, Roland used his momentum and speed to make up for his weak damage by changing his own sense of time.

As if time had stopped, Artosh couldn't even distinguish the order of the scars that appeared on his body.

The power covering his body was directly torn apart, and Artesh could clearly feel the searing pain radiating from the wound he was penetrated into his body.

The hot and surging curse was setting off huge waves in his body, burning his bones, eating his internal organs, and then completely submerging his marrow in the wave of denial!

The severe pain caused Artesio to let out an angry groan, but compared to his mountain-like body, although this explosive-like attack was powerfully destructive, it was not fatal for the time being.

So, this still doesn't change anything.

The white light that penetrated the planet suddenly appeared again. If he chose to fight and not deal with it, he only needed one blow to kill Roland.

The blooming power distorts the light, and the explosive shock wave sweeps away all the blasphemous bloody beams.

A fierce murderous intention emerged in Artosh. Although he felt a little sorry for such a rare enemy, he was not someone who would hesitate at a critical moment.

Roaring thunder came out of his mouth and exploded in the air.

"——Farewell, Roland."

The next moment, the vast white light swallowed up Roland and everything on the planet.

Chapter 350 Because you are a god and I am a god-killer

The white light rising into the sky spread in a spiral manner, reaching the extreme speed that exceeded the speed of the stars. The monstrous power continued to sweep through, annihilating everything in Artexu's sight.

"------!"

It cannot be described in words. The heavy impact spread silently, crumpling the space into a ball in circles of vague ripples, and burning time into ashes.

What rippled along with the shining impact was the arrogant and violent light that seemed to appear before everything in the world was destroyed and returned to dust.

Before this power, the surface of Mars also followed the footsteps of the moon. Shocking cracks spread toward both sides and expanded. Countless meteorites burst into the void of space.

Facing this light that makes Mars tremble, everyone will instinctively be in awe and worship.

However, there are always some exceptions in the world.

At the moment when the power of the shattered white light had just weakened, Roland's attack without any stagnation came as promised.

"The breath of life, has it been revived..."

Artosh recognized Roland's method.

His attack has the power to distort both time and cause and effect. Even the law of time reversal is useless, so the only possibility is to exchange the inner vitality for the ability to resurrect.

Although it sounds a bit difficult, it's not a big deal.

Complete resurrection is an extremely consuming matter. If Roland does not break through his own limits, even with the efficiency of a perpetual motion machine, there will be a moment when he cannot sustain it.

"Why are you always so unwilling to admit defeat!"

Artosh roared, venting all his anger towards Roland.

He is obviously a weak person who is inferior to him, but he can understand the answer that he cannot touch.

He has obviously been wandering on the edge of death for a long time, with no light in sight, but the resistance that contains the will has never stopped.

Although he was looking forward to it at the beginning, his battle with Roland was still unsatisfactory under such an imbalance, and he almost resigned himself to his fate.

But even though Roland knew that it was impossible to defeat him, he still used those useless resistances to beat the invincible man until he was bleeding and struggling.

It makes no sense at all, does it?

No matter how many injuries he sustained, they would not threaten his life.

Artosh respected all opponents equally, no matter strong or weak, but now he hated Roland's stubbornness.

The enemy is such a stupid fanatic, but Artexu inexplicably feels his own insignificance, and a trace of... fear that he has never experienced before.

This may be due to the influence of the essence of war manifesting when the battle reaches its peak, or it may be due to the enthusiasm brewed during these ten thousand years of waiting.

Artosh was certain that the reason why he wanted to kill Roland now was definitely not out of respect for his good opponent.

Cold and gloomy killing intent surged out of his marrow, turning into violent destruction. As if he wanted to let out all the anger in his heart, he ignored Roland's attacks and allowed the pain and scars on his body to continue to increase.

Each of his punches was filled with thick and bloody liquid, occasionally mixed with body fragments. Under such a violent attack, even Alt's trimmed wings were dyed blood red.

Roland's body was still free from any dust or injuries, and looked as smooth as new.

But anyone who can sense magic will be able to detect the fact that this is completely contrary to the surface.

Artosh's power became stronger and stronger, while Roland's aura continued to slide towards the abyss.

His face was extremely pale and bloodless, but he still looked at Artesio without giving in. There was a half-smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes. The compelling magic made his pupils look like In general burning.

Such a look made Artosh feel sincerely jealous again. He roared angrily, completely losing his composure before the battle.

"You are seeking your own death! How many times do you have enough power left to be resurrected?"

"This is not what the strongest should say..."

Roland shook his head, with some surprise in his eyes.

Artosh was only slightly stronger than him before, but his momentum was enough to scare Roland before the fight even started.

But when it came to this situation where he had greatly depleted his strength through continuous resurrections, but the enemy was still at his peak, Roland's uneasiness suddenly disappeared.

"It seems that your value as an opponent only ends here."

Roland's eyes were lowered, but the light in his pupils became more and more dazzling. Even with the light of the stars collapsing as a foil, they were still shining brightly.

What is lacking in combat is made up for by momentum.

In Roland's opinion, this joke-like remark touched a bit of the real flavor of battle.

There may seem to be a thin line between victory and defeat, but the factors leading to different outcomes are vastly different.

Data on paper such as magnitude, moves and concepts can only be used as a reference to a certain extent, while seemingly inconspicuous things such as momentum and realm can often influence the situation of the battle.

The reason why weight crushing is so effective is that under the irreversible gap, the enemy's desire to fight will be directly crushed. Even if they continue to resist, it will basically be a struggle of fierceness and inner weakness.

Artosh's previous fighting style was the ultimate in this type.

Born to be the strongest, he will only use absolute power to fight against all enemies.

Even though he knew that the enemy was uniting and making careful preparations, he still allowed the other party to act.

Artosh never chases power, always sits on the throne waiting for challengers, and will never learn techniques to increase power.

Because becoming strong is the privilege of the weak.

And what if the enemy's power and strength are all kinds of strange?

If he can move space, he will crush the space together. If he can control time, he will burn time together. If the enemy has the support of a planet, he will destroy the planet together.

In the face of absolute power, the number and moves of enemies are meaningless.

This kind of arrogance that makes people yearn for it, combined with that invincible power, made Roland's heart tremble even though he was prepared for everything.

Therefore, when Artexu's determination and arrogance began to wear away, Roland could no longer be afraid.

So what if the enemy can be resurrected?

If you resurrect ten times, you will kill ten times; if you resurrect a hundred times, you will kill a hundred times, until the fact that the other party is dead becomes an irrefutable reality.

"If it were the original you, you would have kept silent and continued punching me until I was completely wiped out. Such questioning just exposed your weakness."

Roland smiled slightly, looked at the stunned Artosh, and raised his index finger towards him.

"Why don't you continue, {The Strongest}?"

"How dare you laugh at such a moment, you weakling!"

A hint of humiliating anger flashed in Artosh's eyes. It was definitely not an easy thing for him to feel provoked in this way by a valued enemy.