Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

Roland's pupils followed Ai Si's figure closely. The other party's speed was so fast that only an afterimage was left, but in his eyes it slowly showed a clear trajectory.

In terms of combat power, the high-level adventurers in this world have physical fitness comparable to that of servants, and they have even more experience in dealing with various monsters. However, due to the current environment, they still lack a lot in combating humans compared to the ancient heroes.

So, let me give the world a little heroic shock.

Roland raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his hand and slashed at Ai Si.

Esther, infused with magic, shone brightly, and an astonishing sword light suddenly appeared, flying out and sweeping directly in the direction of Ais, blocking all the space for her to escape.

"call--!"

In the closed room, a strong wind suddenly blew up.

“Wake up——!”

Watching the sword light transform into a silver line, Ai used her magic without hesitation. In an instant, the magic power of the wind dispersed the surrounding dust and gave her limbs new strength.

She stepped into the air in a posture that completely violated the laws of physics, and rushed towards the sword light at a speed that was faster than ever before. She brushed past the sword light that was strong enough to cut her in two at a dangerous angle that was almost parallel, and avoided the attack by a hair's breadth.

A strong wind blew past, blowing open Ais's flowing hair like a curtain.

"Boom——!"

But the dazzling sword light did not dissipate because of her dodge. The empty high wall behind her was cut in half. The upper half of the building fell down heavily without support, causing a heavy sound and a sky full of dust.

This scene caused the surrounding adventurers to quickly retreat in surprise and fear, with the shock on their faces in unison, as if they were rehearsing a drama.

Just a random strike can easily accomplish such an attack that can split mountains and crack rocks. Such destructive power is second to none in Orario. Apart from those wizards who can use magic, there are very few people who can achieve such a level with just a melee attack.

"Not bad, not bad, do you want more? Esther!"

Even Roland was surprised by the power of this attack, because compared with the magic power he input, the conversion efficiency was too high. It could be said that it was almost as powerful as his innate anger, except that one was more energy-oriented and the other was more sharp.

Describing Esther as an A-grade treasure is simply an insult to her. Even in the original world, her true form is a magic weapon that can kill the Elf King, the origin of the world.

As if to prove itself, Esther, emitting silver light, trembled slightly, and the holy light on it gradually covered the entire sword body, absorbing Roland's magic power with a more greedy attitude, showing its own strength.

The magic power was transformed into a strange divine power, which filled Roland's limbs and bones, making his physical ability reach a higher level. With a wanton smile, Roland took a wrong step, and his speed soared suddenly, flashing across the ground.

The next moment, the sword light that swept through the space flashed in front of Ai Si again, but this time Ai Si did not dodge like before, or use the previous tactics. Instead, she used her other hand to hold the sword and took Roland's attack.

Even with the help of magic, Aisi's feet still sank into the ground, creating a spider-web-like pit.

When not unleashing pure strength, the power displayed by Esther who only focuses on the sword is even more powerful.

If it weren't for her usual fighting style which resulted in her current weapon being a special item with indestructible properties, she would probably have been cut in half by this sword.

But compared to this life-or-death battle, what made Aisi more troubled was Roland's physical strength.

After achieving the desired result, Roland did not intend to give her any time to breathe. He swung down sword after sword as if he did not feel tired at all.

Every time the swords intersected, Aisi felt a powerful recoil force. The sword blades that were said to be indestructible also began to show fine cracks after repeated resistance.

Without any sword skills or tactics, Roland just kept attacking her with pure strength. Within a few seconds, countless blows had made Aisi's arms feel weak and her perception became weaker and weaker.

If this continues, my hand will be disabled first.

Ai Si's eyes fixed, and she turned her steps, just about to disrupt Roland's rhythm, but the next slash that followed, as if it had predicted her thoughts, forced her to give up the idea of ​​retreating.

no solution anymore……

“Sweep it up——!”

Activating the magic again, Aisi changed its output power with different spells, causing the violent wind to explode like a sharp blade, replacing the weapon as a fulcrum to resist the sword light.

But contrary to Roland's expectations, Ai Si did not use this opportunity to escape from his attack range and regroup. Instead, she embraced the strong wind again, letting it wrap around her body like a gauze, turning into a swift shadow, and in the blink of an eye, she took the initiative to rush in front of Roland.

Immediately, she mercilessly shot out the cracked tip of the sword in her hand, stabbing it from a blind spot, straight at Roland's throat.

This attack, which seemed like a sure-kill move, was executed with superb technique and agile elegance. It only took a moment from defense to deflection to counterattack.

Ai Si's figure seemed to have turned into a gust of wind, bringing with it violent waves, and she seized the almost non-existent opportunity in the midst of the endless and overwhelming slashing attacks that came like thousands of troops.

“How beautiful…”

Faced with such a scene, Roland couldn't help but sigh.

"It's more like dancing than martial arts."

Then, he raised the silver holy sword in his hand and responded in the same way, taking the initiative to strike back.

Seeing Roland's lightning-fast charge, Ais's face, which had always been calm and resolute even in difficult situations, couldn't help but change.

She was very familiar with this posture and this speed. This was clearly the special skill she was using.

Just by taking a look, you learned your tricks?

As if to confirm Ais's idea, at the critical moment, the two suddenly flashing swords collided with each other with a crisp sound, splashing out dazzling sparks.

"--Ding!"

The next second, the tips of the two swords collided precisely. Such a precise and identical attack could no longer be described as a simple coincidence.

This has transcended the mundane realm, because Aisi's sword skills do not belong to mortals, but are the afterimage left by the character named father in her past memories.

"Why do you...?"

The taciturn Ais looked at Roland who was slowly pressing down the hilt of the sword in his hand, and asked with eyes full of suspicion and desire.

"Because, I also have the talent of a mere hero."

Roland raised his eyes, met Ai Si's gaze, and spoke softly.

Then, without even time to react, whistling magic power burst out from Esther, leaving arcs of light in the air, gathering into a vortex and exploding.

This substantial impact force was transmitted through the tip of Esther's sword. With a loud bang, it shattered the indestructible sword forged by the god of forging in Celtic mythology into tiny pieces with a devastating force. The pieces flew away and did not stop even after penetrating the surrounding walls and floor.

Ais sat on the ground in a daze, with the sword blade gleaming with cold light against her fair and tender neck. Roland stood in place, holding the sword in one hand, and announced the result of the battle with a smile.

"Ms. Aisi, you lose."

Although many people had anticipated this scene, when it actually happened, the whole place still fell into dead silence.

Less than ten seconds had passed, and the Sword Princess, who was favored by the gods and once regarded as the next strongest person, was easily defeated by a young man who had not yet received a favor, and even her weapon was chopped into pieces.

After a brief period of silence, the riots slowly emerged.

"That guy, does he really have no favors?"

"Too scary, let alone level 5, it will be defeated so easily even if it is level 6."

"That's Sword Princess...that Ace Wallenstein."

"If he gets the favor, I'm afraid the title of the strongest in Orario will soon no longer belong to Freya's family."

The onlookers who retreated far outside the guild showed curious and excited expressions. Even the dumbest guys could realize that they were witnessing history with their own eyes today.

This is not a miracle belonging to Orario, but an epic belonging to the whole world.

After a thousand years, before the picture of the clan mythology had slowly unfolded, a young man suddenly appeared, with his own immortal spirit, and in the most ostentatious manner stopped the progress of the times and stepped on him unceremoniously.

Without a favor, one cannot join a dungeon. The level gap between adventurers is insurmountable. These things have long been regarded as common sense, and one person is considered an exception.

But no matter what attitude one has towards Roland, whether it is jealousy or admiration, a simple fact has been laid out before the whole world.

——The hero has arrived.

Chapter 118 Planning

Hearing the discussions around him and the burning gazes gradually being cast upon him, Roland retracted his sword and let Esther transform back into a young girl, standing quietly beside him.

Even though they had seen the weapon that Esther had transformed into, the pure and holy girl would undoubtedly attract greater enthusiasm than the cold holy sword.

Among them, Ai Si, who was obviously still immersed in the complex emotions of failure and the past, was the one who was attracted the most.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

Roland tilted his head with a victorious smile on his face, grasped Ais's soft and slender wrist, and pulled her up.

This familiar scene made the girl lose her mind again. She did not resist at all, nor did she regain control of her body. She was lifted up like a rag doll. After staggering a few steps, she fell directly into Roland's arms.

Roland was completely surprised to see such a naive person, but he still subconsciously hugged Ais's slender waist.

Perhaps it was because it was the first time she was treated like this by a member of the opposite sex, or perhaps it was because Roland's figure overlapped with her past memories, the slender Ais did not resist, but just twisted her body casually.

One of Roland's hands was still held by Esther. He could only hold Esther with one hand, and the distance between him and her was very close. Esther's seemingly unintentional struggle made him fully feel the wonderful touch. The unique fragrance of the girl also constantly stimulated Roland's emotions.

As the girl twisted her body, her perky buttocks kept rubbing against Roland's hands that were around her waist.

But before Roland could maintain this subtle feeling, Esther spoke in a flat voice.

"Lord Roland, did Esther do well?"

Although there was no emotion expressed and her pretty face was calm, Esther's eyes began to waver, making people feel as if she had been wronged.

"Of course, Esther is my most proud sword."

Although he didn't dare to say that he understood women's emotions, Roland knew that the fact that Esther didn't call her "master" as usual was proof that she was in a bad mood.

So he withdrew his hand with a little regret and began to calm his sword.

However, even without Esther as an interlude, this situation would not be able to continue.

"Aisitan!"

Loki rushed over and hugged Esther. Although she was also interested in the exquisite and lovely Esther, she was not so arrogant as to lose her sense of propriety. Loki, who knew a lot of inside information, had put away the cynical smile that always hung on his face, and his narrowed eyes were full of

He was also full of brilliance, staring at Roland and asked.

"You won. I will not break my promise. You can come to Loki's family for any reasonable request."

Although Loki felt sorry for Ais's failure, as she had said before, as a fun-loving person among fun-loving people, Loki looked forward to all new and interesting things.

"Then let's see if you can turn this city upside down."

She spoke with an excitement that could not be concealed, like a little child who had encountered something interesting.

"Soon, your name will spread throughout Orario, and countless clans will flock to you. Facing the only remaining hero in the world and the immortal spirit that has not been seen for a long time, no god will not be interested in you."

"That would be best."

Roland nodded in satisfaction and smiled slightly, with a look of success flashing in his eyes.

——It went exactly as planned.

For this world, his main goal is to find the escaped Contract Spirit. Logically speaking, it is against common sense to take the immortal spirit and defeat one of the strongest people in Orario in such a high-profile way. The right way is to take it step by step like in the Holy Grail War.

But risks and opportunities often coexist. Roland did not feel the existence of the spirit in Orario on the surface, but instead noticed some clues in the underground city of the Tower of Babel in the center.

To conquer the dungeon, one person's speed is far from enough. Since there is ready-made power, it would be a waste not to use it. What's more, the main line of the dungeon is consistent with his purpose.

He didn't even need to do anything extra. He just needed to play the role of a hero with peace of mind. With his unstoppable progress, he would naturally attract the attention of the gods and prompt the entire Orario to move.

Then, when the hero obtains the favor and begins the epic, all he needs to do is create an enemy that will alert everyone. Without Roland saying much, these adventurers will naturally follow the shining hero to fight against evil.

In the battle between good and evil, Qi Ling naturally has nowhere to hide.

With the help of Ais's influence, the inherent impression of a hero with a fairy spirit must have been very successful. Next... all he needs to do is continue to maintain the opening like the protagonist.

Thinking of this, Roland glanced at Ai Si. Although she had gradually recovered from the failure, Ai Si still lost her mind from time to time. After catching Roland's gaze, she was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyes, like a child who had made a mistake.

At this moment, the stern coldness in her body had completely disappeared, and her face was full of pitiful love.

She looked at Roland, her clear eyes sparkling with a different light.

"Can you be so strong without grace?"

"I'm a hero, so it's natural for me to be powerful," Roland was stunned for a moment, and said softly, "Because I have to protect this era. Aren't all heroes in stories like this?"

Hearing these words, the confused expression on Ais's face was immediately replaced by a glittering longing, but before she could continue speaking, a voice interrupted her.

"stop--!"

Loki hugged Ai Si's waist and looked at Roland warily. "You little brat, if you want to be a hero, I can help you if you don't have money. If you don't have equipment, I can ask other gods I know to help you make it. But don't even think about our Ai Si carbon!"

"thump--!"

Before Loki could finish his words, Aisi had already punished his main god with a ruthless iron fist. With his divine power sealed, Loki suffered such a heavy blow and immediately collapsed like a salted fish. Aisi held him in one hand like a piece of luggage.

"Thank you so much for your hard work."

"Um……"

Aisi also nodded, agreeing with Roland's words. Even though she knew Loki was very kind to her, she felt that if she gave in to this funny god, he would become more and more demanding. Therefore, although he was the main god, Loki was quite lacking in dignity in his clan's daily actions.

Although she seemed to want to say something else, looking at the crowd gradually gathering around her, Ais finally said a simple goodbye and left quickly with Loki.