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"Arteo, you seem to be too obsessed with this war and can't distinguish between the purpose and the means."

Although all of Roland's efforts and strategies are geared toward the battle with Artosh, he will not put the cart before the horse.

In this war, defeating Artosh is just a necessary step.

The species of gods is an absolute concept, and cannot be compared to people who understand and use the concept later in life.

They are concepts brought to life, with the divine essence as their carrier in this world.

Even Artesio cannot compete with Cainas for the protection of nature, or compete with Okan for his weapon forging skills, even if he is far superior to these two gods in terms of realm and magnitude, so much so that he can kill them with one blow. got them.

In the same way, no matter how many gods combined, it is impossible to defeat Artosh, because he is the strongest concept itself.

Like Roland and Hatirem, the Final Dragon, who also mastered the concept of time and could influence each other. Different from fighting without ignoring each other's authority, it was impossible to compete with the gods for authority.

Even if Starkiller is used to detonate the Elven Corridor to create the most powerful force that no one can match, the Star Cup will most likely fall into Artosh's hands.

Because the Star Cup will only appear next to {The Strongest}.

If he didn't kill Artosh, he would only make wedding clothes for others. After realizing that as a strong man, he couldn't kill Artosh, Roland changed his mind.

He had to use his power to create Starkiller after Artho was no longer {the strongest} to achieve the same effect.

Apart from the possibility of being directly beaten to death by Artex in the process, this plan was perfect.

After all, when Starkiller pulled the trigger, even if the person who pulled the trigger was just a human, there would be no one in this universe who met the standards better than him.

"The law of victory has been decided."

Roland declared in a calm voice and looked at the thing floating in front of him after the stream of water flowing out of the Elf Corridor reached the top and began to gradually vent.

It was like a ray of light, with a pentagram emerging, a regular dodecahedron in the shape of a star.

Although the distance between Artexu and Roland was not too far from the perspective of a strong person, the thing did not even look at the God of War and took the initiative to appear within Roland's reach.

This is something that will only appear next to the real winner, and others will not even have a chance to touch it.

There was still a hint of astonishment on Artosh's face. In front of that mysterious and beautiful light, along with the strong will to fight, there was also endless fear.

"Star Cup..."

Artexu thought of Roland's spirit when he was at his strongest.

I am the one who holds victory in my hands.

It turned out that he didn't lie. When he grasped the sword, he had indeed grasped victory.

As long as he reaches out his hand, the Star Grail will take the initiative to fall into his arms. Then, Roland, who has become the only god, can kill him with a flick of his finger.

But Artexu didn't have any extra words, he just used the environment as much as possible to expand his power.

Although he had the idea that he would never be able to win, the difference between Artosh and Final Dragon lies in his willingness to challenge.

The truth about war is that it lasts forever.

Even if you defeat one person, a new strong person will appear. Even if you defeat this person, an even stronger strong person will appear.

As long as the human soul exists, war will arise from it, and fighting will begin. The consciousness born from this infinite and eternal reincarnation, the cyclical fate, is him, Artesu.

Roland's winning of the Star Cup was equivalent to victory, but losing the strongest Artosh didn't necessarily think that it was a failure.

After all, isn’t the strongest right in front of you?

Realizing that he is a weakling, the opportunity to challenge forward is right in front of him!

A fighting spirit even more fierce than before turned into light burning in Artosh’s eyes, his spirit wailed, causing the endless nothingness around him like a tide to condense in his body.

But Artosh was still not satisfied, he took a deep breath, allowing more power to flow through his body.

This action beyond the limit caused his strong body to crack like wasteland. In the cracks, you can still see the blazing light that never disperses.

Although he was enduring severe pain that he had never experienced before, Artesio showed a joyful smile and prepared to face the end.

However, the original power that could reshape the world was not shown. Roland just stared at the star cup in front of him quietly, but did not reach out to touch it, but let him fly to the higher one behind him. The end of the trend.

Why didn't Roland get the Star Cup?

Artosh experienced for the first time what it felt like to be frightened.

With that kind of power right in front of him, it was an irresistible temptation for him. Why could Roland let the Star Cup rise little by little?

Obviously at such a moment, any hesitation is the behavior of a fool.

And unlike himself, who wanted to experience the strongest meaning more than becoming the only god, Roland's purpose was to seize the throne of the only god.

So why can he endure this kind of scene?

"Because before that, I have one more thing to do."

In the midst of nothingness, Roland's voice appeared in Artosh's mind.

"You are the strong one and I am the weak one. This is an objective fact that cannot be denied. I will not feel any resentment about this matter."

"It is natural for the strong to ravage the weak, and as long as the strong can be defeated, the weak is allowed to use any means. Victory and then dominance, nothing else matters."

Even time and space do not exist here, but spiritual communication does not require these extra media, only a strong enough belief is enough.

And now, Roland's thoughts were like bullets, piercing Artosh's heart word by word.

"As long as you get the Star Cup, I can crush you like an ant, but no matter from which point of view, you are not so powerful that you have to rely on such a mechanical god to surpass you."

"If I really do this, doesn't it mean that I will run away from you if possible?"

As if his disguise was torn off, Roland revealed a cruel and ferocious smile that Artesh had never seen before.

"When I think about this, I feel very unhappy! Everything that makes me uneasy must become a stepping stone for me to surpass. If I don't do this, I will not feel at ease or satisfied."

"So, before I hold the Star Cup, I have to transcend the divine species,"

Roland stretched out his hand, and with his movement, the blood-red heart light suddenly expanded and exploded, splashing red onto nothingness like a volcano erupting.

Obviously, when Alt was absorbing the original power, he was not doing nothing.

"Artesio, use your blood as a gift for me to ascend the throne!"

This completely unexpected change in the situation caused a completely opposite look to appear on Artosh's face.

The previous determination to fight against the odds was replaced by the confusion of not knowing what to do.

Artosh could understand Roland's thoughts. There was indeed a big gap in strength between the two, but it was not to the point where there was no possibility of winning, especially after losing the strongest.

If Roland's condition had not been completely exhausted before, a real fight with real swords and guns would not be without the possibility of victory.

Ending everything through the Star Cup is indeed not the best ending, but as far as Artosh is concerned, this matter is not something that needs to be cared about.

Just as he doesn't feel ashamed of the cheating concept of {the strongest}, Roland used strategy, hard work, and will to win these, which is a result that he is blameless and convinced of.

Artexu wanted to say something and looked at Roland in the sky.

Then, he met a pair of warm eyes.

For a moment, Artosh had the illusion that he was at the bottom of the sea.

Darkness and fear, as if all warmth and all power were taken away in an instant.

Unable to struggle, unable to breathe, only the feeling of a little bit of existence being wiped out.

"What a monster..."

Without the need for words to communicate, Artesio understood Roland's will.

It was pure murderous intention and determination without any unnecessary purpose.

Even if I don’t use the Star Cup, I will definitely be the winner.

"Hahahahaha!"

Artosh laughed wildly and took a deep breath.

"Well, that's right, that's what it has to be. It's better to say it's the only way to do it! Roland, you are indeed the best opponent!"

"——Among all the enemies I have ever encountered, I, Artex, would like to call you the strongest!"

The God of War's wings were all spread out, and the excited sound caused the original magic power around him to vibrate.

"But don't forget, you are still a challenger now!"

Artosh smiled and raised his hand, letting the power of the leap roar within it, turning into a glorious spear that could burn to ashes even with time.

There is a hidden restriction for the winner of the Star Cup. The Star Cup will flow out along with the flow of the Elf Corridor. This power, which is enough to build the world, cannot be described in terms of concentration.

Other races are not even qualified to touch it and will disappear into thin air. Even if they are far apart, their power will be greatly weakened due to the dissipation of the great source of the Elf Corridor.

Only the gods are different. They are the only race born in the Elf Corridor. The essence of the gods is the power of the great source.

If they are far away, the power of the gods will be weakened equally, but if they are close, this state will be like returning to the mother's womb, which will greatly increase their strength. The original special figure can appear at the last moment. It's also for this reason.

The moment he was washed away by the source, Artexu's energy-consuming device began to be filled up, and he even broke through the limit again, transforming towards a stronger posture.

"It is undeniable now that the only people in the world who can truly be called the strongest are you and me."

He raised the tip of the spear in his hand, trampled and ravaged everything around him, and then his whole body turned into a blurry phantom, letting the white straight line full of fighting and killing intent point directly at Roland's heart.

"So, Roland, let me end your life!"

Loud roars resounded in the silent universe, and the space was pierced by long blazing lights in the wail.

At the end of the white straight line, Roland also showed a cruel and excited smile, and gently placed his hand on his chest.

Suddenly, the light of the heart, which included nothingness, began to condense, and immediately surrounded Roland's hands. The silver double helix also danced in the twist, playing a prelude to victory.

Such a majestic and sacred posture even stunned Artosh, who was charging, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously curved in admiration.

It is precisely because he is the strongest that he can recognize that it is not a concept or a rule, but something deeper in the soul.

That is the reason why after tens of thousands of years, the name of the God of War is still Artesiu, and after traveling through many worlds, Roland is still Roland.

Desire, obsession, ideal, it has many names, just like death has countless ways.

And now, the name given to it by its owner is

"——Slash the emperor, come out!"

Chapter 354 The magic sword kills the emperor

Chapter 354 Demonic Sword·Slashing the Emperor

There was no movement on Roland's face, but the new bright light in his hand had already let out a huge and majestic roar towards the world.

Then, the chains that spread like a spider web continued to proliferate, with the collapsed darkness in Roland's hands as the center, stretching out their bodies like petals and wings.

The power of the elven source that reflects the heaven and earth is also shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye in the spreading light.

To materialize the desire in the heart, the materialization of void virus and AT force field alone cannot bear it. Even if this energy is forcibly restrained, it is just like restraining a bomb with an empty shell.

But Roland had spent a lot of effort to create a canon that was several times better than the original Starkiller, not just to penetrate the star core.

Sublimated by the source of elves, it is the best carrier.

As a result, Starkiller, who had just been filled with nothingness, became the meal of another power. But compared with the elven source that just sublimated its energy, the change this time was more like a fusion or even an evolution.

After absorbing this essence, it will transcend the original name of Starkiller and become a part of this world-devouring soldier.

After the blood-colored light of the heart completed the first step of its configuration, Roland was finally able to discern the trajectory of Artosh's movement because of the black hole-like gravity of the emerging void.

The God of War was struggling to move forward in the light that was escaping like a quagmire.

"Although the power of the gods is not worth mentioning, being too arrogant is a sign of weakness. But in terms of conceptual type, although Kainas is not qualified to compete with you, as far as the divine essence is concerned In terms of its value, you are no different from its essence."

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Roland's mouth, "It is too wasteful to devour the divine marrow as energy. The natural marrow is not without its merits as a material."

As soon as the words fell, the voice was green and green, full of rich life breath, bright and hot, and the steel-like marrow was immersed in the multiplying light.

The next moment, the light stirred up waves like the sea. In the deep light, which was so violent that it seemed to include everything in it, there was a touch of incongruous green, and a turbulent emotion as angry as the tide.

The overflowing emotions made time and space tremble, and there was an unbearable wail.

That was the hatred that came from the origin star under their feet before it perished.

Although spiritual intelligence has not yet been born, it already has the instinct and wisdom to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, which will increase Kainas's power and allow him to repair his scarred body even when he is unconscious.

Even using the divine marrow, it can temporarily merge with Kainas and briefly display its power.

Similarly, when the marrow of nature was thrown in, with the help of the continuously integrating wreckage, the will and resentment of the planet before its death also rushed into Roland's void.

After they poured in, the deep light shone three minutes faster than before.