Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

Just when the shell of the AT stance was about to be unable to contain the burst of energy, another steel-like marrow melted like butter, covering the surface of the newborn soldier, and continuously exuded fiery breath.

Using iron and fire to precipitate impurities in materials and forge them into a form that is tougher and stronger than the original. This is forging.

After a while, the prototype of the magic sword with sword points at both ends was firmly fixed.

At this time, because of this more specific form, the light of Roland's heart that he used to maintain his desire began to lose its power, and stopped when it was about to spread to the tip of the sword, both above and below.

This situation made Roland frown slightly, but he still did not show any emotion such as disappointment.

"boom--!"

Because, when Starkiller's light was covered in blood, the Alliance warriors below, who were already using the fragments of the planet as their battlefield, seemed to be inspired by something.

Except for a few warships used for transfer, they were in the midst of the roaring gunfire and the raging energy flow. They controlled ace warships that could defeat a thousand people, and combined the strongest power and heritage of the sixteen races with their own lives. , and rushed into the light reaching the sky and the earth in front of them.

The battleships are connected to each other, allowing the larger array to spread, using the linked battleships themselves as the material for making the sword tip.

This move greatly reduced the pressure on the blood-red light, allowing more of the heart light to abandon the sword tip below and focus on controlling the shape of the sword tip above.

In this process, the first batch of battleships exposed to the light have been melted into surging special bodies by the surging energy, and the commanders and soldiers on them have long since been vaporized.

This is a tragic scene that cannot be described in any words, and even a cry cannot be uttered. Faced with this behavior that may be very slim, and in the midst of one-sided death, the warships still rush forward one by one without fear of death.

For a time, the sound of smoke and light and heat constituted the only joy and sorrow on the battlefield.

But even with such a tragic scene before their eyes, the warships at the rear still piled up fearlessly, stepping over the corpses of their disappeared companions, using their lives as armor and continuously connecting up.

The surging light shines brighter and brighter, but the battleship's link still does not stop.

Whether numb or excited, only the will to devote is unique.

In the union of the sixteen races, and in the destruction of the Origin Star, the worship of the savior had already reached its peak.

The belief in protecting the tribe, the unity cultivated in the battle, wisdom, and strength have all become the only law at this moment.

Only by allowing the Emperor to gain the throne of the only god can these sacrifices have value, the world be saved, and the continuation of the dead companions be possible.

Therefore, there is no room for anything in the mind.

Just follow your instincts.

As long as the body still has strength and the brain remains awake, you can charge with honor.

As long as this light in front of you still exists, everything is valuable.

At this moment, there is no longer any racial distinction or unfamiliar relationship. What supports everyone in the numbness of despair is the black color that symbolizes hope as the battleship gradually merges, destroys, and finally begins to condense. Dawn.

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Praise the Emperor!"

"Emperor... is really an appropriate title, but you really have plotted against me."

Okan murmured in a low voice, but there was no trace of distress in his tone, instead there was a slight smile.

At the moment when the source of the Elf Corridor was erupting crazily, as a god, he did not have the combat power to specifically reduce the needs of the elves.

Even if he really had a different intention, without the use of a battleship, the Ex-Machina and Jibril waiting in formation next to him could probably kill him at any time, without any impact on the composition of the sword tip.

But letting the God of Forging sit back and watch such a weapon take shape, it would be better to kill him directly.

"Just as you wish, in the name of the God of Forging, this sword will definitely be born with a posture that surpasses Artho!"

Okan, who had already realized what he had to do, plucked off a few beards and raised the hammer in his hand with all his strength, letting the light of the marrow bloom and spread to the warships used as materials behind. .

"boom--!"

"Is this... your desire?"

When all the escaping elves were absorbed, Artesio also broke free, but he did not continue to attack.

The disappearance of the elven source originally meant that the weapon had truly been born into the world.

So, he lowered the Spear of Light in his hand and stared blankly at the power displayed before him, looking at the power that was like myth and legend even to the Old Gods.

Judging from its appearance, this thing can't be called a sword at all.

But anyone who can see its full appearance will only use the term sword to call it.

Using the light in the center of Roland's hand as a seed, a double helix of light like thorns and chains spiraled in a physical direction, sprouted around and grew, spreading in both directions up and down with a ferocious attitude.

When the diffusion range exceeds half a person's height, the radiant light burns, causing energy and matter to expand like a nuclear fusion, turning into a black hole, absorbing all light and energy as it continues to extend. black sword blade.

Even though Artosh had absorbed many elven sources, causing his body to expand unbearably and becoming even larger than before, he still couldn't see the sword that pierced the earth and the moon, moving up and down. The tail end of the body.

Every time he cast his sight further, the black sword edge would spread at the same speed until it surpassed Artosh's sight.

This is a magic sword with simple performance that can be increased depending on the opponent's ability.

The reason it can do this is because it absorbs the 'whole' power of the universe.

The Elven Corridor is the source of everything, and the planet is the carrier of its manifestation. This strongest power is enough to sum up everything, and it reaches its extreme after the marrow of the divine species is invested.

But this is still not perfect, so Roland's heart light cannot cover both sword tips at the same time.

Only by incorporating the life indirectly born from it, the nature of the races living on the planet, and the elves into it, can this formless, closed source of chaos be formed.

The savior who stands at the top and blocks all disasters and despair with his sword.

The people who are at the end and perfect the foundation of this hope with their own hands.

Demon Sword·Slash the Emperor.

There really is no better name than this.

Artosh's heart was beating rapidly as he looked at the cyan aura surrounding the Slashing Emperor.

That was not what was released from the blade, but the sky cut open by the slashing emperor, cutting off all the spiritual skeletons in the deserted world to reveal the real sky and universe.

——What people can see in that gap is the true majesty of the Emperor Slash.

Artosh clenched the radiant spear in his hand, feeling the uncontrollable trembling in his body, and laughed wildly.

This trembling was the inner fear due to the strength of the enemy, the resentment towards Roland for letting him wait for so long, and the excitement mixed with anger and fighting spirit.

His heart was beating violently, and his cheers for the appearance of a powerful enemy worthy of risking his life made Artosh feel as if his chest would explode in the next moment.

See, your enemy has the arrogance to put aside the Star Cup, and the desire to surpass the laws of the universe.

Being able to kill such an enemy, or being killed by him, made Artesio grateful from the bottom of his heart for this luck.

"Come on! Roland, come on! God-killer, if you can, trample my strongest under your feet!"

Artosh roared angrily, and the wings on his back continued to expand and turned into pure light, taking all abilities into his body with a greedy appearance that was not inferior to Roland's before.

His muscles were pulsating, and a deep ravine was outlined between his brows. Then, he flashed away like lightning, and like a chariot on the battlefield, using the meteorite as a pedal, it turned into a comet and rushed towards Roland. !

Even if the power of this sword is better than his own now, Roland, who has mastered such power for the first time, will never be able to command it so easily.

But even so, Artexu didn't dare to be careless. He had to kill him quickly with the fastest and most powerful blow!

"There is no need to be in such a hurry, Artex, just release your power to your heart's content. I will wait until you are ready."

Just when the battle between the two was about to break out, Roland smiled lightly.

"Since you can still unleash stronger power than now, let's use it as soon as possible. I don't want to be unhappy because of my unwillingness when I fail to listen."

This was exactly the same as Artesio's behavior, and the scene where he was the guest made him say something funny.

"Have you seen me in my heyday?"

"No, that's why I decided to taste it."

"Really? You're so arrogant. If you lose because of this, I won't hold anything back!"

"Ah, it doesn't matter about this. If you are just the enemy now, this is impossible."

Roland smiled and whispered, "——After all, you are very weak."

"weak?"

Even though he knew that Roland was a miracle that defied common sense, Artosh couldn't help but laugh.

Then, Artosh penetrated his own marrow without hesitation.

"Zheng——!"

Because there was no way to fight against the {strongest}, neither the Ex-Machina nor Roland aimed to penetrate Artosh's marrow.

At most, one can just peel it off, or use a seal to put it to sleep, but the inactivated essence has just lost the rules of the concept, and it also contains terrifying power.

Using the strongest he had accumulated for ten thousand years as a sacrifice, during the period when the divine marrow was completely destroyed, if he killed Roland, the star cup as a trophy could make up for this sacrifice. On the contrary, if he died, Artesio You will also get supreme success and happiness.

Roland also realized what Artexu was thinking, and the corners of his mouth curved in the same arc as Artexiu.

Want to find a good opponent to unleash your power?

What a coincidence, so am I.

Moreover, unlike Artex who risked his life desperately, there was no trace of nervousness on Roland's face, only curiosity about trying out new abilities.

After reaching this point, in this world, the enemies in front of us are no longer a threat.

The faint blue light exploded in Roland's hand, and the torrent in the universe seemed to be guided, turning into deep meteors that kept pouring in, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness of the sword body.

And when this endless waterfall was about to dry up, beheading the emperor was like pressing a switch.

The oppressive roar from before disappeared and was replaced by a clear sound like ice breaking.

"Behead the Emperor,"

Roland raised the magic sword in his hand and whispered the final words.

"——Exile this world!"

Chapter 355 The strongest one was cut in half

For a magic sword built with the power of the root, such a huge mass must have a huge source of transformation.

The original Slashing Emperor in Shape Moon will continue to chip away at the mass of the earth while growing in size, until the planet is completely destroyed.

But this magic sword forged in the world of game life is completely different.

Whether it's Starkiller, God Strike, the invested Divine Essence, the joint Sky Strike of the Flügels, the aces of many races, or even the least worth mentioning battleship in the material, if you give them a certain amount of time, they can still do it. Make this planet tremble.

Not to mention that it also combines Roland's power of desire as the core, and its mass itself is many times larger than the planet.

Although the form of expression is the same, the principles of its composition are completely different. From the fact that time and space are shattered and collapsed in the huge mass, leaving only the final black sword body, you can get a glimpse of the essence of this spiritual equipment.

The world-eating magic sword.

Every time it dances, it devours the very existence that makes up the world.

Time, space, matter, and soul are nourished by the endless universe. This retrograde heart seed is expanding at a speed that exceeds thinking.

The roaring sword light continued to bloom, and there were only miserable ruins under the area it touched.

The deep sword marks carved out traces like meteors in the universe, filling the foundation of existence with its own darkness. As more and more energy was devoured, something grew in the void of the sword body. Stars as tiny as flowers.

Although the unknown figure of Artexus charging forward was already in front of him, and the sword that penetrated between the earth and the moon felt quite out of reach, Roland had not considered the distance between him and the enemy at all.

He grasped the hilt of the ferocious sword, slowly twisted his waist, and took a steady step forward, and the dark blade of the sword shot out like light.

Before Artosh could observe the current limit of slashing the emperor, the law of must-hit had already become an iron law when attacking.

No matter how the enemy changes shape, whether it is melee combat or long-range attack, it will only be within the attack range of the Slashing Emperor.

Therefore, Roland only needs to swing his sword.

When the magic sword was swung, the space turned into liquid water waves, wrapped in black, without even making a weak resistance.

Artho, who was charging, also frowned slightly in his heart. Although he still didn't understand the mystery of such a behavior full of weaknesses, he didn't think that an enemy with such strength and resourcefulness would make such an unwise move.

Warned by the ominous premonition in his heart, Artexu gave up on Roland and focused on the flaw in swinging the sword, tensing his muscles like a stretched bowstring.

However, blood still spurted out.

Before the heavy blood fell, it fell into the mirage-like sword edge, and this demonic sword was still not satisfied, and was ready to drive straight towards Artesio's marrow that radiated energy like the sun.

How can it be?

Slashing the Emperor did absorb more elves than he did, but by penetrating the marrow and gaining a second power out of thin air, even if he could not surpass this sword in total, he would not be inferior.

Logically speaking, no matter how sharp the sword was, it was impossible for Artex to be unable to interfere or resist at all.

However, although it was unbelievable, Artosh still made the most correct judgment. His body leaned back slightly, his arrogance rose greatly, and his tense legs also exploded instantly.