Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

The vortex will eventually shrink, spread, and radiate, and the range is...all directions.

Looking at the destruction in the distance, Xin Ke did not issue any orders, but just smiled bitterly. The same was true for the Flügel trapped by the battleship. They did not continue to fight, but just stared at the sky blankly like the warriors in the alliance.

A more optimistic estimate is that as long as there is a deviation, they will enter extinction together with the planet.

Although the opening of the Ex-Machines prevented all of this, it did not mean the end of the crisis, but the arrival of new challenges.

"Let everyone prepare. After the construction of the Ex-Machine Codex is completed, we will start forging it."

Hearing the instructions from the elder-like goblin behind the battleship, Xinke breathed a sigh of relief and returned to reality.

"I understand...but is Master Roland's void a terrifying weapon shaped with such violent energy?"

Strategically, Roland did not hide anything from Xinke. According to the plan, reaching this point meant that the alliance won.

However, as for how to forge the void at this time, apart from those close to him like Shuvi and Jibril, even Okan, an Old Deus, did not know.

"I can't be sure, but it should be more than that."

Okan looked at the energy in the sky and was a little curious.

"A weapon shaped with this energy will definitely have the ability to penetrate Artesiu, but can this level really satisfy that man?"

"Of course not."

Before Xin Ke could say anything, another voice rang.

"This is Master Roland's void. How can the material carrier that carries his soul be drawn out by such a simple reappearance?"

Jibril, who teleported back, fluttered her wings and said proudly.

The result of the combined power of the sixteen species, Artosh and Roland, which caused the loss of most of the Ex-Machinas, was called something that could be easily reproduced. This arrogance shocked Okan.

But compared to surprise, the emotion in his heart was more natural.

Roland was an outsider who could cross the wall of the world that even the gods could not touch. However, when they first met, Okan realized that there was a demonic nature in the other person that he might not even be aware of.

Because it was too natural, Okan only understood this after the fact, so he also had a rough guess in his mind.

“Since it is the material that materializes his mind, it must be extremely precious. Even if I am just an assistant, I should not be ignorant of it.” Okan looked at Jibril and said in a deep voice.

"In other words, the reason Roland didn't tell me where the materials were was because by then, they would be everywhere, right?"

"That's right," Jibril's eyes also flashed with a hint of surprise, "You can realize this in advance. It seems that Lord Roland's evaluation of you is not too high."

"Everywhere?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Xinke was stunned and failed to understand the connection.

If it is precious, why can it be seen everywhere? That is the thing that carries Roland's soul. Even the hardest dragon spirit bones, no, the marrow is not worth mentioning.

Looking at the confused people, Jibril raised her eyebrows and explained.

"You still can't understand? Unlike us beings, Lord Roland's essence is already similar to that of a god. He is a being whose mind and body are completely integrated. Naturally, he cannot lead to the carrier of the mind like void."

"But since there is potential, it must mean that there is a deeper power, and this, such as the rules themselves that exist beyond personality, and even the next level of {principle}, and what Lord Roland wants to elicit is what he calls A desire to go further than the heart.”

"The important part that maintains its existence is equivalent to the original light. Therefore, although it is only the initial form, Mr. Roland's current power cannot carry it. Other materials must be used. Those are very common at a certain moment. , but things that you can’t usually see at all, such as”

Jibril sighed, her pretty face was full of intoxication, and the cross pupils reflected a bright light.

"——The end of the world."

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"Hubby, activate all traffic controls!"

Roland laughed loudly when he saw Artexiu stepping into the trap.

And the machine-like species, which had been preparing for a long time, also rushed into the storm.

In an instant, blue dark clouds suddenly appeared in the storm that connected the sky and the earth.

It was the azure blue ring that the mechas on the periphery lit up after they had sneaked into the gap between the storm at some point.

Traffic control.

This was enough to deflect the roar of the dragon spirit species, and the Heaven Strike technique still did not disappoint in the face of its pure power.

Thousands of stars, enough to completely obscure the field of vision, are constantly shifting in front of them, gradually outlining the trajectory of their movement in the sky.

The scattered energy waves also condensed into definite forms due to constant reflection, constantly colliding, being shattered by stronger forces, or being integrated by weaker forces.

Under the guidance of Divine Strike, the storm that was raging like the end of the world suddenly had a direction.

Like flowing water, or like pieces of paper flying in the air being blown by the wind, they began to gather together, fluttering and galloping in the wind.

Compared with the traffic control that the Ex-Machina can adjust in real time according to changes in the environment, the Divine Strike that escaped Artexu's control completely lost its position as the leader, and gradually collapsed, decomposed, and merged into the storm.

Being able to respond so perfectly to data outside the theory of Divine Strike is impossible to achieve with the performance of these tools.

This is obviously not a temporary decision, but a premeditated plan.

"You actually tried to use my power from the beginning, huh!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, Artesio snorted coldly.

No matter he is the strongest or the essence of war, he has no objection to strategy.

But he had already regarded Roland as an opponent who must be respected with all his heart, but when he found that the other party calculated from the beginning to the last step, as if he was determined to defeat him, it was natural to feel unhappy.

Furthermore, as the strongest person on the throne, when has he ever been used as a tool like a machine-like species, and it has been used again and again. Such behavior is already unacceptable to ordinary gods. It's enough to be called humiliating.

"This kind of use is precisely because I respect you so much, Arteo."

Roland didn't care about Artexio's anger and smiled slightly.

"In order to defeat you, how much effort have I put into it and how many backup plans have I prepared? I am so cautious and vigilant that I even risk my own life..."

"Believe me, Artho, I have never respected my enemies so much in my life."

"And now, it's time to put an end to this for you."

Roland stretched out his hand very naturally, and the beam of light reflected in countless mirrors also targeted his hand and continued to converge.

The endless light uses swift arcs to outline petals-like meteors in the energy that covers the sky, distorting and tearing the space. They shuttle through the same moment without any hindrance, as if space and time have no meaning. .

Finally, when only the remains of the storm were left, in Roland's hands, a dazzling and deadly light began to bloom.

"The design body sent a report that the design was successfully reproduced with 72.8% power and synchronization started."

And in the void where the world collapsed, Hubi's cold voice also came.

"The canon—Org0000, the true canon Starkiller, is entrusted to you."

What appeared in Roland's hand was a gun stuck on the ground like a small tower.

It was also 70% of the total energy of the violent vortex that just ended the world.

Its muzzle droops slightly, just waiting for someone to pull the trigger, and it will reappear the destruction in a restrained manner.

How beautiful, yet how deadly.

When the weapon named Starkiller appeared, Artho felt the vacuum expelled by the terrifying heat.

That thing can definitely kill you.

In an instant, Artexio had such a realization in his heart.

Even resurrecting is a difficult task for Roland now, but he doesn't need to worry about this. He just needs to pull the trigger to kill himself before killing him.

Next, both sides will stand on an equal footing and seize the opportunity for a decisive battle.

It not only determines victory or defeat, but also determines life and death.

When he thought of this, Artesio's joy was beyond words, and he even cried out in admiration.

"Fantastic!"

He roared, raised the light in his hand, and waited for Roland's attack.

Artexu watched Roland's every move with all his concentration. The moment the opponent's finger touched the trigger, he retreated violently.

In order to ensure that it is fatal to yourself, it can only be done at close range.

Therefore, he was convinced that Roland's move was just a fake move to lure the enemy.

However, when Roland pressed the trigger without hesitation, and the muzzle pointed downwards opened, letting the magnificent light shine in the universe, Artosh realized his mistake.

Roland's previous words and regarding Starkiller as his trump card were all illusions, or in other words, just a cover-up!

Looking at Starkiller sinking into the planet beneath his feet at an invisible speed, Artho's eyes widened with anger.

"Roland, is this also part of your plan?"

"On the contrary, I want to ask, why do you think you are not in my calculations? I told you, I want to put an end to you, and now, Arteo,"

Roland's smile was full of sarcasm.

"——Your peak period has passed."

Chapter 353 I, Art Xiu, would like to call you the strongest!

——{Starkiller}

When there is no strongest, it is undoubtedly an unrivaled force in this world.

Even Artosh's current destructive power cannot compare with it.

But if the distance is close enough and Artesh realizes Roland's plan, there is still a slight possibility of causing the trajectory to deviate.

But when he was too immersed in the battle and took the initiative to retreat, this result would only appear theoretically.

The moment Roland pulled the trigger, only 70% of the power was enough to burn away all obstacles into a beam of light, which instantly penetrated the core of the planet.

Amidst the buzzing sound of energy, it smashed the star core into pieces with all its strength, causing the source of the Elf Corridor to spurt out instantly.

When the densely packed cracks spread like spider webs, the earth's crust let out a festering scream. Then, the red luster radiated a second time, turning it into scorching waves like glass or amber.

All the scenery was shattered in the roar, turning into tiny fragments and falling into the winding waves.

Immediately afterwards, the molten hot liquid poured into the huge bottomless wound that caused the planet to burst. But strangely, even such a backward flow failed to make any sound, as if it was invisible. The shackles imprisoned him.

Suddenly, the only thing that could break the silence was the chirping of a crane.

That was the response from the pierced star core inside the planet.

Just like the vibration before the eruption of a volcano, its full picture has not yet been revealed, and the space has been beaten by terrifying force and turned into violent ripples. The long-lasting ripples will pour in together with the hot liquid that has not yet completely melted. The fragments of the planet rolled up together and impacted upward, expanding a huge vacuum.

Then the nothingness began to spread.

It was a scene that was completely different from Roland's fantasy. There was neither huge momentum nor huge light.

Only this quiet nothingness turned into a stream of light, following the beam of light cast by Starkiller and clinging to it in a gentle and quiet manner.

It was like a phantom that traveled through time. It crossed all obstacles and shined on Roland without even having any aftermath.

It doesn't matter whether it's Artex or Roland.

They were fighting in the name of being the strongest and couldn't even resist. They were swept up into the universe by nothingness.

Magic, skills, traits, and even rules are useless at this moment.

Because what surrounds them is the nothingness pouring out of the Elf Corridor. There is nothing, which also means that anything can be formed.

That is a power that is enough to create the world, and it can also erase the world without leaving a trace.

Although he was running all the power in his body, Roland couldn't even move when he was carried high into the sky by nothingness.

If you have enough free time, you should stay a few steps away. The initial spread range of the Elf Corridor's source is determined by the diameter of Starkiller.

Although it was penetrated, for the Elf Corridor, which is the core of the star, Starkiller's attack is essentially just a prick with a needle, and the power overflowing from it will of course only continue to move upward along the tip of the needle.

However, even if only the needle-like power leaks out, this is terrifying enough.

"It's such an exaggerated power that makes people despair..."

Roland took a deep breath. Compared with the castle in the air when he relied on the future, this scene made him understand the gap between himself and the universe more deeply.

He has prepared all the power he can use, but he can still only channel the power of a needle, which seems to be only an insignificant part of the universe, and there is a gap as desperate as human beings and Tarzan.

If you have more time, you should take a few more steps to the side, so that you can sit back and watch this shocking scene, instead of becoming a backdrop.

But giving an enemy like Artho a chance just for the sake of dignity is definitely not what a smart person should do. What's more, this situation is not a surprise.

Roland's red eyes flickered as he looked at Artosh, who had also rushed in and was unable to move like him. The corners of his mouth curved into a vicious arc.