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With the number of resurrections that Roland's current strength can support, he can consume them all within three minutes and then completely kill the opponent.

"The reason I can laugh is naturally because I have already confirmed my victory."

But to Artosh's surprise, Roland, who had clearly reached a desperate situation, showed a gentle smile as if he was unaware of this.

"Based on my resurrection just now, four minutes have passed."

"Betting everything on 251 seconds requires much more consciousness and courage than I expected. However, it seems that in another universe, luck is also favoring me. Speaking of which, you seemed to have beaten me before. Very happy..."

As if he was sighing, he did not launch an attack, but moved his neck slightly. Then, his gentle expression was completely torn into pieces, and he revealed a cruel and excited smile that seemed impatient.

"——Now, it's my turn."

Artexu's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his fist again. The roaring power absorbed all the light. In the darkness without light, only Roland was left facing him head-on.

"Five seconds left..."

Roland's lips moved, as if announcing something.

His pair of ruby-clear eyes were looking at each other with Artex's golden eyes that seemed to be surging with thunder.

Artesio stretched out his hand and let the fist of destruction stab Roland.

At the same time, Roland shouted loudly for the winning spirit.

"——I am the strongest, and I am the one who holds all the victory."

"Use the skill of my speaking spirit to make justice appear in the world! These spells are powerful and eloquent, and they are the sword of wisdom that calls for victory."

He calmly opened his hand, and then held the absolute light.

This beam of light is like gold that has been dipped in gold, shining with a divine brilliance that makes people feel sincere and heart-warming.

The shining sword of wisdom dispersed the surrounding light, and the smooth sword body began to be engraved with inscriptions of wisdom. During the previous delay, it relied on the analytical ability of the Ex-Machina and the cost of putting itself in danger.

Now, the embodiment of the strongest principle has been clearly analyzed.

The race created by Fanlou, the world's first divine race, has proved with facts that they have the possibility to surpass the divine race.

If Roland were alone, he didn't know when he would be able to analyze the strongest marrow.

"The golden sword of the God of Victory..."

There was also a look of solemnity on Artosh's face.

As the initiator who allowed him to let go of the Final Dragon and directly deviate the history of the six thousand years of war, the golden sword played a major role in the power displayed by Welleslana.

Because what it targets is not simply the identity of God, but the Godhead, or the rules of cohesion.

This is exactly the essence of the divine species, and it can be called an absolute natural enemy.

If it weren't for the fact that weaving this sword of wisdom requires analyzing the opponent's concepts to achieve the final effect, I'm afraid the throne of the only God would have been determined long ago.

So even though Veleslana was destined to be unable to defeat Artosh due to the rules, the God of War was still willing to wait for six thousand years for a possibility.

Now, his previous efforts seem to have finally paid off.

No wonder Roland would take the initiative to send it to his door. After obtaining this power, he deliberately kept the sword that sealed the godhead, just for such an occasion.

Feeling the looming scream of the divine marrow in his body, Artesio let out a maniacal laugh of joy. He did not stop pumping his fist, but instead poured all his strength into it.

Even though the fear in his heart not only did not dissipate, but actually increased, Artosh still did not put away the smile on his face.

These emotions could not affect the fact that he was the strongest, not to mention that his intuition as a god had already given him a premonition.

No matter whether the final result is defeat or victory, this moment is the moment he is closest to the answer.

"boom--!!!"

The dazzling light spread out in succession like a tsunami, the earth was eaten away, the atmosphere was evaporated, and in the blink of an eye, the already tattered Mars was like a piece of ice cream being scooped out with a spoon.

The place covered by the light was destroyed and crushed, but the sharp golden sword remained unscathed.

Then, Roland took hold of the sword blade, and before the endless flames struck, he pierced Artesio's fist.

The inscription of wisdom climbed on it, causing the huge straight fist and the incoming attack to melt like ice and snow.

Artho's fist was cut off directly, and the blood was continuously overflowing, scattering on the surrounding scorched earth, turning into evaporated blue smoke.

Roland still had an expression that was neither sad nor happy, and did not show any emotion because he had eliminated the enemy, but this silent performance only aroused Artosh's ferocity even more.

"Well done! Roland!"

The wings behind Alt Xiu wrapped around the cut right hand, forcibly binding it. Because of the appearance of the golden sword, Alt Xiu's figure, which was always at its peak, not only did not shrink, but became even larger.

The analysis of the strongest marrow has been completed, which also means that using it as a comparison, Artosh's power will remain at its peak indefinitely from now on, and he will be even better than before in terms of strength and speed.

"But this is a bad move. Your sword of wisdom can defeat the strongest, but can it defeat me as the God of War!"

The shadow of Artesio's fist has lost all traces, and the void is ringing in all directions, echoing the destruction on Roland, trying to tear him apart with the purest combat power.

"How can you know this kind of thing if you don't try it? However, no matter whether you are the strongest or the God of War, I will still assert that I will definitely win."

Roland weaved the blade, making the golden sword shine brighter and brighter. Even the gem-like eyes brightened, dyed as brilliant as the sun.

"——Because you are a god and I am a god-slayer, that's all."

He declared with a solemn expression.

Next, the world of gold appeared in Artosh's eyes.

The land burning with flames turned to gold, the atmosphere in the sky turned to gold, and the upstream waves turned to gold.

Everything has turned into a world of gold. This is the spirit of speech perfectly forged by the sword of wisdom.

It corrodes the world itself with knowledge to seal the enemy.

Having seen the inherent barrier so many times, Roland has long been familiar with the use of this aspect. In his hands, power can completely transcend the stage of slow development and directly turn into power.

In Art's earth-shaking steps, the whole golden world was finally revealed before his eyes.

There were countless swords of words and spirits. They were also in the golden soil and the stars in the sky. Even the inherent barrier of a certain partner of justice had never had such an exaggerated number of sword blades.

Every sword blade contains the strongest power of Artex, which is the incarnation of the spirit of wisdom.

In just an instant, the surrounded objects were directly reversed.

Even the current Artosh couldn't show a calm attitude under such a threat.

"Zheng——!"

Immediately afterwards, before the shock of the strongest god disappeared, the overwhelming rain of swords completely blasted towards the 100-meter-tall god!

Chapter 351: Salute for the birth of the king

Artosh roared violently, but in this world of golden swords, the power he was proud of was useless.

The giant who boasts of being the strongest and standing tall can only serve as a good target.

Then, a sharp blade had pierced his body.

In the past, Roland's full-power attack had to be combined with the Anti-Messiah trait to leave scars on Artesh, but now every golden sword forged with the spirit of words can easily pierce Artesh.

The strongest golden sword is engraved with it, it can cut off and seal the strongest nemesis.

Artho has lost the constant correction power from the rules. Even if someone surpasses his current power, Artho cannot use it as a step in an instant, and the theory of invincibility has become a fantasy.

The next thing that quickly shrank was his height. The giant who was a hundred meters tall turned into a strong man only two people tall. His posture that seemed to cover everything and stand shoulder to shoulder with the world has become a thing of the past.

Standing on the spot, Artosh was easily pierced by the sword rain that struck him, leaving holes in his strong muscles. Bright red blood gurgled out from inside, dyeing the golden ground red.

The light on his body slowly dimmed, and finally, it was all eliminated in the endless rain of swords.

But for Artho, what is more troublesome than the damage caused by the jumping sound of the sword is the silence of the soul in his body.

The horror of the golden sword lies in the seal of the godhead. Even if the power in Artexu's body has not been reduced by half, the essence of the gods is the concept of living. Although they themselves are immortal, the divine marrow as a material carrier will It is affected by the strength of the concept.

Because of the war provoked by the gods, Artosh, who was born later, became the strongest, and Tetu, the god of games, can only inhabit Rick, the only believer, which is a direct reflection of this rule.

If the self negates the concept, it will directly deactivate the marrow and fall asleep like the first god Zhongfanlou did.

Theoretically, as long as the divine marrow that is the source of power is sealed, the divine species will disappear directly.

"Has the strongest one been sealed by your sword?"

Artexu rolled his eyes slightly. He was obviously much weaker than before, but the fact before Roland was that the God of War was still standing there unscathed.

"However... in front of me, who is the strongest, this sure-kill move can still work perfectly when faced with for the second time. I am the strongest, but it is too easy to be surpassed, right?"

The strongest is not a simple dead thing, but a dynamic theorem.

When Artosh reaches its peak, it will only calmly and slowly increase Artosh's power.

But once there is the stimulation of new things, like super evolution, the upper limit of the enemy is used as a step to give it the power to transcend.

Regardless of time or cause and effect, this is the case.

Even a Saint will not be hit twice by the same move. If it is unexpected, then that's it. If the sword of wisdom that seals the divine marrow appears once, and the strongest still has no reaction to this move, then It is also a concept in vain.

"The marrow is the incarnation of the absolute concept, but it is not perfect. When it is silent, it is just a pure energy body. It can also increase and decrease when it is activated. Then, the act of separating the compound marrow is naturally allowed."

As if mocking his past self, Artosh sneered.

He slowly raised his hand, and with this movement, those hedgehog-like long swords also turned into pure light, seeping into his body and binding on the marrow, but there was still a part of the marrow, shining brightly. The same red light appeared in Roland's eyes.

That is - war.

The essence of Artosh's birth was the blood and hatred produced by the war, but after that, this light was long overshadowed by the strongest loneliness.

"Although such an operation is nonsense for ordinary gods, in the face of the strongest, as long as there is room for it to be established in this world, I can do it."

"Of course, I can no longer separate the third essence after losing the strongest one. In other words, if you can use the two-sword style like that little devil who called for victory, I will become a target for others to slaughter and die here. But as it stands now, sealing the strongest one will be a heavy burden for you."

Artosh looked at the disintegrating golden world around him, as if feeling pity.

"So, I warned you, this is a bad move."

Such words made Roland unable to even refute.

Because that feeling of weakness, as if he had been drained of time, also appeared in him for a long time.

too heavy.

Time, space, nature, these concepts are as light as a feather in front of the strongest.

To engrave the strongest concept on the sword of wisdom has occupied almost all of Roland's energy. Just maintaining the seal in front of him is very difficult. Even in the analysis just now, he obtained the mecha species of the heart. They are all overloaded a lot because of parsing.

Roland had no energy left to summon the second sword of wisdom, and he didn't even want to spare the energy to respond to Artexu's words.

Even after trying his best, it was very discouraging to find that the situation had not changed. The enemy was the God of War who was several times stronger than himself.

It seems that he should also shout a few times 'Veles Rana, you are plotting against me! 'Such words were more appropriate, but Roland had no intention of doing so.

On the one hand, it was because after so much time of preparation, it would be too embarrassing for him not to even include this in his speculation.

On the other hand, it was because the joyful emotions were constantly pouring out from his heart like rain.

"Bad move? I don't think so. Isn't the enemy in front of me now significantly different from before?"

"difference?"

Artex was startled.

"That's right, there is a huge gap between the strongest god and Artosh, who is just a strong man."

If the enemy is simply powerful but not invincible, Roland's confidence will not diminish at all.

Even if he doesn't reach the sky in one step like the strongest, his combination of perpetual motion machine and apostle, full of possibilities, will allow him to continuously break through the limits and narrow the gap with his opponent bit by bit.

Even if Artosh would grow due to the concept of war, he would not be able to compare with him.

Having lost the strongest Artosh, he also lost his invincible amulet. Now he is just an obstacle in front of Roland. Although he is tall, there is still a possibility of being overcome.

After all, no matter what, can the gap between Artosh and him now be bigger than the gap between the God-Slayer and the God of Disobedience for the first time?

"I see. I should have understood a long time ago that this fear of death is exactly the side effect of having a challenger and feeling that my status as a strong person is shaken."

Artexu narrowed his eyes, and his black beard stood up with fighting spirit.

"Then, let me see how you can use your own strength to get out of the predicament in front of you!"

"You don't need to tell me, I will do it for you!"

Roland smiled slightly and opened the black door to another world in the universe with an irresistible tone.

"O you who bear sharp fangs! Kill him with one blow and trample him to pieces!"