Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

Unlike the more modern evening gowns of other goddesses, Freya's dress was a beautiful posture of covering her body with purple silk like a bath towel, which made Roland think of the Greek goddess sculptures he had seen before.

The back of the dress was open, and as Freya leaned forward, her porcelain-smooth and gorgeous back was exposed to Roland.

It was precisely because of the close distance that Roland could see that there was no outline of underwear under the tight dress, and only the round and graceful curves could be seen.

That is to say-

Such beautiful scenery coupled with soft lighting made Roland stunned.

Then, in Freya's expectant and confident eyes, Roland gave the answer.

"It's a good idea, but I refuse."

"I will not deny everything you have done for me, but I am the only one who has the right to decide what the reward is."

"However, I am a little surprised that you are so sensible. It is not impossible for us to become friends..."

Hearing such a rational answer, Freya's eyes suddenly became resentful.

"I don't want to be your friend, I just want to be your toy. At least in this way, I can still gain a little love..."

Looking at Freya who started to go crazy right after being praised, Roland couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

If the other party's mood changes and he starts playing some 'Today, my hands are shaking, today I feel heartbroken' or something like that, he will quickly eliminate this unstable factor even if it means losing some cannon fodder.

He said softly, "Since you haven't caused any trouble to displease me, Freya, you should continue to pray for blessings. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to let you go with Apollo. I can guarantee that your ending will definitely not be just returning to heaven."

All the gods present today knew that the banquet was just a prelude, and how the conflict between Apollo's family and the Sword Hero would be resolved was the real show.

But Freya was slightly surprised that Apollo's death was decided before any negotiations even began.

Then, she neither regained her rationality as Roland had expected, nor retreated unwillingly. Instead, she licked her fingers with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"I have never come across anything that can really kill a god... No, it should be anything!... Master, please, kill me now, no matter what the order is, as long as you want, not to mention my life, even my soul, power, everything, you can take it.

"At least I can find comfort in this action... Just use your holy sword to cut open my chest and tear my heart apart. Well... ah... I am almost dying just thinking about it..."

As Freya spoke, her eyes began to become blurry.

How come you are crazier than a lunatic?

Roland looked at Freya in surprise. Just as he was about to say something, a voice rang out.

"Everyone, are you enjoying the party?"

From the end of the venue, Apollo, the organizer, slowly walked into the venue.

With his appearance, the noise of the entire banquet instantly fell silent, and all the gods and their clans present knew that the main show was about to begin.

"Tsk..."

Roland walked straight towards Hestia, and seeing this scene, Freya could only cast dissatisfied eyes towards Apollo.

Under everyone's gaze, Apollo walked straight towards Hestia and Roland.

"Sword Hero, and Hestia, it's been a long time since we last met. Let's end the pleasantries and get straight to business."

Apollo completely ignored Hestia's disgusted look and smiled in a very painful manner.

"Lord Roland, even though I have a close relationship with your main goddess Hestia, I cannot sit idly by and watch you lead the Orario family into the abyss."

"Huh? Our previous relationship was related only to the fact that I rejected your proposal in heaven. Besides, the idea of ​​the Great Crusade was recognized by all the gods!"

Hestia jumped and immediately shouted.

The gods at the banquet also nodded secretly. Compared with ordinary people, they naturally knew the crux of the matter better. If the culprit was not solved, all actions to stop the disaster would be like drinking poison to quench thirst.

This is also the reason why Apollo’s remarks have never been publicly supported. In addition, his reputation is also outrageous.

"The idea of ​​the Great Crusade is certainly not wrong! But since it is such an important matter, we should be more cautious. The so-called sword heroes are just mortals who rely on the glory of immortal spirits."

Apollo let out a mock sigh.

"Please put aside the halo of the fairy and think seriously, who is the more qualified leader? Compared with the experienced adventurers of Orario, is the plan proposed by the hero who has only been in this city for ten days really reliable?"

"I admit that with the help of fairy spirit, the sword hero's power may indeed surpass the adventurers in this city, but this is different from being able to make a decision at a critical moment."

"Exactly!"

As Apollo spoke, many members of the group came out from behind him and echoed his words. The leader stared at Roland coldly.

Hestia's face turned red with anger. Apollo's exaggerated actions and words were so exaggerated that anyone could see that he was deliberately looking for trouble. As a god, he was so shameless. Even Loki curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

However, his words were not completely unrealistic. Those who could attend this banquet were basically high-level adventurers. Many of them were indeed inspired or saved by Roland's reputation, but there were also many people who just wanted to watch the show.

"Then what do you want to do!"

Hestia barely suppressed her anger and stared at Apollo.

"It's simple,"

Apollo smiled and looked at Roland with burning eyes.

"I just want this child to prove that he is not a useless straw bag without the immortal spirit, but a person who can truly be entrusted with life."

"So, let's play a war game. If you can defeat my clan without using fairy spirits, wouldn't that be enough to prove your point? Of course, to show my sincerity, I won't count the people who joined in the past few days as part of my clan. You only need to fight against the clan I originally belonged to. If you are a true hero, I think it will be easy for you to do this."

The atmosphere of the banquet suddenly fell into deathly silence, so quiet that it was terrifying.

"That's right, Lord God. Our clan is only ranked in the middle in Orario. If we can really defeat Sword Princess before receiving the grace, it's only natural."

"He advanced to level 2 in six days. There are even rumors that he has advanced to level 3. Even if there is an immortal spirit, it is impossible. Do you think we are fools?"

"Without the immortal spirit, what is the difference between the so-called heroes and us?"

Behind Apollo, those fully-armed adventurers, as if they had received some instructions, made unscrupulous voices spread throughout the banquet hall, speaking harsh words.

"Of course, since this is a war game, there can't be no punishment at all..."

Apollo's gaze became increasingly scorching.

"If you fail, then as punishment, I ask Hestia to hand over the Sword Hero to me. For the sake of our past friendship, this will be considered as your help to me."

"Ah"

Roland smiled.

This was the first time he smiled so cruelly since coming into this world.

Being stared at by a man like this, Roland's eyes began to flash with scarlet light.

Gods are mortal, and some gods need a little help.

Gay! I can't help you with anything else. All I can do is send you and your family to hell together happily!

Chapter 149 Wryyyyyyyyyyyy!

"Can you be called a god like this?"

Bell angrily broke free from Hermes' pull and pointed at Apollo's nose.

It's ridiculous enough to ask the hero not to use fairy essence, but also to let the Hestia family, which only has one person, play a war game with the Apollo family, which has so many people.

"Bell, I'm touched that you can take action for me, but I didn't say I would refuse."

Roland looked at Apollo indifferently.

"The opportunity to decide the life and death of the loser openly is very rare."

Looking at Roland's extremely cold red eyes, Apollo subconsciously felt a chill in his heart, but soon became angry and humiliated because of his own hesitation.

Why should he be afraid of a human?

Although the gods cannot use their divine power due to the laws of the gods, they still carry divine might. Ordinary humans cannot even think of harming the gods in front of their divine might, let alone taking action.

Even the dark clan that had wreaked havoc before did not cause any real casualties to the gods. Once the gods were fatally injured, the divine power would automatically activate and allow them to return directly to heaven.

Being in the underworld was just a game for the gods, but he actually felt fear for a human?

Apollo, who was so angry that he turned into a smile, looked at Roland and said, "In that case, are you ready to agree? Don't say I'm unfair. The time and place are up to you to decide. The Apollo family will accompany you to the end."

"Aren't you all already wearing your gear? Why are you still pretending to be so?"

Roland had a mocking smile on his face, and the curve of his mouth continued to grow wider.

The next moment, a stream of red light suddenly shot out from his fingertips, quickly cutting through the air and shooting in front of the family members gathered next to Apollo.

"boom--!"

Although it was only a small beam of light, it exploded with unimaginable power. The explosion directly overturned their formation, and the badges engraved with golden bows and suns on the adventurers' bodies became dusty.

Several of them were directly blown away and crashed onto the long tables around them. They were obviously just affected by the flames, but when they crashed into the long tables, the flames gradually engulfed the entire table.

Several gods who were closer were nearly affected, but not only did no one panic, the atmosphere in the entire venue suddenly jumped up from the bottom of the dead silence. The gods who had originally behaved elegantly and indifferently were pulled back by their own clans, and at the same time, they gave fanatical and excited shouts like bloodthirsty spectators of the magnetic field.

“Here it comes! Here it comes! At this moment when the survival of the world is at stake, we should use war games to resolve it!”

"It's so exciting!"

"So exciting, so exciting. It's a broadcast without props. It's rare to see a close-up war game with your own eyes, and a hero taking on an entire clan all by himself!"

"Even if I die this time, it's worth the money!"

Without using immortal essence or chanting, Roland demonstrated his power with the most direct actions.

The smile on Apollo's face froze for a moment, then gradually disappeared.

But the smile would not disappear, it would only shift. Roland's mouth corners slightly raised, and he stepped on the Apollo family adventurer who was blown in front of him, and spoke in a stern tone.

"The rules are simple. As long as one side completely loses the ability to fight, the other side will be considered the winner. And that just now can be considered as my declaration of war."

"you……"

Hyacinthus, who had just shown a triumphant smile, suddenly had a distorted expression on his face. He glanced at Roland with fear, feeling his arm go numb from resisting the explosion, and the sense of danger in his heart grew stronger.

But at this point, he was already in a difficult situation.

With so many gods and first-level adventurers present as spectators, it is impossible for the other party to cheat with fairy essence. Could it be that he really reached level 3?

But it didn't matter. Roland, who had just reached level 3, had lost his immortal essence. How much power could he have? He just took advantage of the situation and used unknown magic to seize the initiative.

Hyacinthus looked at Roland with a look full of hostility, mixed with a bit of malice and a hint of jealousy.

As soon as this guy came to Orario, he took away all the glory and even made his beloved Lord God so infatuated. It's unforgivable!

He was just a little luckier and won the favor of the fairy spirit. Today he would let this so-called hero understand that after losing the fairy spirit, there is also a gap between level 3 adventurers!

"He has no equipment, he just uses special magic. We are fully equipped! Buy me some time to use magic, everyone, come on!"

"Oh oh oh!"

After Hyacinthus gave the order, the adventurers around him suddenly raised their weapons, and as if they had planned it in advance, they rushed towards Roland, who was standing alone in the center of the cleared hall.

Roland also came forward slowly.

Soon, the first wave of attack was about to begin. The adventurers at the front raised their weapons and chopped down at the unarmed Roland.

But no one saw Roland's movements at all. They flew out in an orderly manner. Each of them had a terrifying big hole in his chest. It was obvious that they were dead. What was even more shocking was that there was no fire on their bodies as they kept retreating in the air, but they were constantly turning into ashes and scattering.

This scene made Ai Si, who was standing far away at the edge of the venue, a little confused.

Even when facing Rui Weisi before, Roland had never demonstrated such a fast sword speed.

Ota, who was standing next to Freya and was the strongest level 7 adventurer in Orario, couldn't help but frown at this moment.

"So fast..."

He didn't even see how Roland attacked, and then those low-level adventurers were punched through the chest.

In this bloody and weird scene, the adventurers behind Hyacinthus who were about to take over from the first wave of adventurers and launch the second wave of attack with human wave tactics suddenly stopped moving forward, huddled together timidly, but still did not dare to step over the line.

Hyacinthus froze completely, his pupils shrank, and he no longer paid attention to the scene in front of him. He drew the strange flame-shaped sword at his waist and began to chant magic.

As people who deliberately looked for trouble, they came prepared. With the help of this disaster, Apollo's family also made a lot of wealth, and this precious magic sword was one of the treasures.

The magic cast by it is not only more powerful than his own, but can also be integrated with his magic in nature, multiplying its power. As long as the magic can be released, everything will be fine!

Hyacinthus chanted the spell in a trembling voice.

"My name is Love, darling of light. I dedicate my body to my sun!..."

Hurry up, you have to hurry up!

The wails of the companions ahead became more and more painful.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat! This guy is a monster!