Comics: Starting from Killer Queen

Hyacinthus raised his arms, allowing a ring of light to form above him.

"Use the Fire Wheel! Come, West Wind!"

"laugh--!"

The wails of the companions in front of me became quieter and quieter, almost inaudible. All that was left was the sound of flesh being torn apart in the piercing wind and the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.

Hyacinthus stared at his toes, looking at the pool of blood slowly spreading from his peripheral vision, and stabbed the magic sword in his hand into the ring of light, letting the surging flames gather above the ring, turning into a ring of fire as dazzling as the wheel of the sun.

finished!

Although a lot of sacrifices had been made, it would not be in vain. Hyacinthus looked up in surprise and read out the real name of the magic.

"The Ring of Zephyros..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at Roland who was yawning in front of him.

"You're so slow. Where are you putting your treasure? I wanted to see what special move you prepared. With this kind of power, you'll need luck to defeat a level 5."

"Well, it's your turn, then."

He didn't hear any sound. There was clearly a pool of blood all around him, but he didn't even see the bloodstains on Roland's feet. How did he get here?

Looking at Roland with a helpless look on his face, Hyacinthus' heart was filled with various thoughts and sadness.

"Don't even think about it! I will kill you even if it costs me my life!"

He clenched his fists tightly, no longer trying to restrain the form of magic, and let the pure energy release directly!

"Roland! You will be buried in the flames with me!"

Amid the gods' excited and shocked expressions, a bright flame suddenly burst out with Hyacinthus and Roland as the center, leaving no time or chance to dodge.

"careful!"

Looking at the sudden burst of flames, the adventurers in the temporary audience seats subconsciously stood in front of the gods. Under the illumination of the scorching flames, they could vaguely see the fragments left after the shattered light wheels inside the red flames.

They overlapped with the flames and scattered indiscriminately around. The fastest spreading ones had already penetrated the solid floor and walls of the Tower of Babel.

Then, when the flames were about to burn Roland, everything suddenly stopped like amber. Then, the scattered fire snakes seemed to have intelligence and rushed towards Roland's palm, turning into a small spark.

Under Roland's calm and deep gaze, the spark continued to expand and turned into a spontaneously rotating liquid ball with a texture as viscous as magma, like a small sun.

Roland was so close to the explosion that he didn't even have any burn marks, and even his clothes were not messed up.

"Playing with fire in front of me?"

He looked at Hyacinthus in front of him with an expression that was unclear whether it was mocking or regretful.

"Any other tricks?"

The enemy was clearly right in front of him, but apart from sweating profusely, Hyacinthus couldn't even draw his sword and dared not make any move.

As if he knew the answer from his expression, Roland shook his head with a bored look on his face.

"Boring..."

After that, in front of the stunned expressions of Hestia, Loki and others, he casually threw the fireball in his hand into his mouth, and swallowed it directly as he swallowed!

Hyacinthus was terrified. This was a magical power that only adventurers at level 5 could possess, and it was even more lethal. If it was unleashed with all its strength, this level of the Tower of Babel would be pierced.

But Roland, who had swallowed such terrifying power, did not show any reaction. His face just turned a little red, and he let out a hot breath and a satisfied hum from his mouth.

"——Wryyyyyyyyyy..."

As if still unsatisfied, he licked his lips, frowned as he looked at Hyacinthus in front of him and the crowd huddled behind him, as if they were crowded around a convenience store during sale time.

"It's a bit troublesome to kill them one by one. Forget it, let's solve it quickly."

Roland pondered for a moment and gently brushed his eyes with his fingers.

The next moment, golden electric light slowly flowed inside.

That is not an adjective, but a simple fact.

At this moment, what was flowing in Roland's eyes was something that ordinary people could see clearly. It was condensed and not dispersed, with a faint red-gold electric light.

The light slowly spread out from Roland's eyes, flowing endlessly!

In front of this horrifying sight, Hyacinthus' legs completely weakened. How could he dare to look into those eyes that looked like those of a god?

The adventurers behind him seemed to realize something and ran madly towards the stairs at the back.

But it was all in vain.

Roland had no intention of stopping him and smiled ferociously.

"Die!"

Dazzling electric light shot out from his eyes at the speed of light.

"what--!"

“Please forgive me…”

Amidst intense screams, the beam of light was first blocked by flesh for a moment, and then, like a sharp blade, it pierced through the entire crowd, punched through the wall of the Tower of Babel, and left a light like a shooting star in the night sky.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

As if he had wanted to try this for a long time, Roland laughed wildly. Even though his eyes were covered with lightning, he still accurately captured every person who escaped and slaughtered them mercilessly.

No matter sword, armor, or shield, nothing can block the light in his eyes.

Brick and stone walls are as fragile as forged metal, and even wounds will be turned into charcoal directly by the scorching heat.

Soon, except for two girls who knelt on the ground obediently, raised their hands high, and threw the emblems of Apollo's family at their feet, all Roland saw were the blackened bodies that had been cut off.

And from the corpse in front of Roland, one could still feel from his hideous expression the panic and fear of facing that kind of gaze in person.

Roland, with the lightning still in his eyes, slowly looked around the room and asked in a cold voice.

"Now, regarding the plan for the Great Crusade, who supports it? Who opposes it?"

After a brief silence, excitement and silence spread together.

The adventurers were silent, while the gods were excited. I didn't know who took the lead, but the applause gradually rose and then spread as if it was contagious.

"Sword Hero!"

"Our hero is born!"

Amid the fierce cheers, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up in joy.

Although there may have been an element of acting in the beginning, now the title of hero seems to have been completely associated with myself.

Amid the thunderous applause, the lightning in Roland's eyes gradually faded, and he raised his fist high as if celebrating his victory.

"It's only me,

——is the real hero!"

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Chapter 150 God Killer

"What a cool ability! Is this some kind of magic or skill? I've never seen it before!"

"You don't even need to chant, I want this child so badly!"

The gods' excited shouts and joyful applause almost seemed to rip the roof of the entire Tower of Babel apart. They were not affected at all by the charred corpses near Roland, but were completely immersed in joy.

"The electric eyes are so exciting!"

"A true hero!"

The hall seemed to be boiling with excitement. After witnessing such a handsome yet cruel scene, most of the gods cried out in amazement.

Freya stared at Roland intently. In her eyes, the surging malice in Roland's soul became even deeper and more dazzling. She subconsciously covered her chest, thinking of the moment when she looked into his eyes when Roland looked around.

The emotions of danger and joy have never blossomed so vividly in her body. Freya has completely fallen into this pleasure. She feels her whole body becoming extremely hot and her lower abdomen seems to be burning.

She seemed to have completely abandoned the image of a goddess of beauty. She held her flushed cheeks in ecstasy, with undisguised obsession and madness on her face, and stared at Roland with intoxicated eyes.

The only one who was out of tune with the gods who were immersed in watching a good show and cheering was Apollo, who was standing there stupidly. He looked at his annihilated family with his mouth open, unable to close it.

Although he could not be said to be sincere in managing his clan, the feeling of loss was still hard to get over.

After all, that was the result of his many years of hard work. But Apollo was no longer in the mood to think about it. He stood there in a daze, watching Roland raise his hands to celebrate his victory and Loki walk back to the center of the venue.

"The winner of this war game is the Hestia Familia!"

As one of the few gods still in charge, Loki's attention was now focused on Roland, who was shining brightly.

Obviously, this war game was a great shock to her, who was always known for her cunning.

The speed of attack that makes it impossible for high-level adventurers to catch up even without the use of immortal essence, the strange magic that can be released without chanting, and the terrifying sight.

Also, there is the hero who seems to be wrapped in glory and has an epic feel.

Loki was certain that in time, this guy would become the protagonist of a legend that would resound throughout the entire continent.

It is even possible that everything that is happening now is already the prologue to his legend.

"Hestia, Hestia! Let's exchange the children!"

Hestia, who was as confused as the other gods, had not yet recovered from the confusion of where Roland had obtained these abilities when she was surrounded by a group of active goddesses.

By now, no gods had any doubts about Roland's original conditions. All they had left was envy for Hestia's luck.

"Don't think about it!"

Hestia, who had just smiled sweetly at Roland, suddenly became alert, swinging her twin ponytails angrily, and driving away the goddesses who had gathered around her.

Under the curious gaze of the cheering gods, Roland also came before the trembling Apollo.

"Next, it's time to decide on the punishment."

Seeing Roland approaching, Apollo's face turned paler.

Due to the existence of gods and their clans, many of Orario's rules are very vague. Apart from the mediation of the guild, war games are the most authoritative option.

In severe cases, there is even the possibility of sending the opponent back to heaven, but the most common situation is that the losing party is often subjected to such cruel punishment as handing over all their property and being expelled from Orario forever and not being allowed to enter.

For the gods who came down to the mortal world to relieve boredom, there is no more cruel punishment than this. Being away from Orario, which is built right above the dungeon, is like being forever separated from the most exciting and interesting things in the underworld.

"Then let's handle it as normal. Disband your clan...even though there are only two of you left. Then hand over your property and leave Orario alone. After all, I'm not a demon, am I?"

In Apollo's desperate eyes, Roland smiled and gave the final verdict.

He did not make any unique judgments, but the same operation would have completely different results in different eras.

Orario has now barely cleared the large group of zombies from the main roads, and there are still many scattered zombies wandering on the roads. In this situation, letting the god with sealed divine power leave alone is tantamount to committing suicide.

He is not a guy like Jian Yulei or Artemis, and this journey is too dangerous for him.

The most troublesome thing is that his family members have been basically killed, and the only two left are unlikely to return. After the result of this war game is spread, I am afraid that no fool will choose to join the loser's camp and go on the road together.

Apollo looked at Roland in fear. At this moment, the image of this young man was no different from a devil in his eyes.

As was the usual fate of a loser, he knelt on the ground, covering his face and wailing miserably.

"I just acted on impulse because you're so cute. You can't, you can't do this to me and send me to hell outside of Orario!"

Roland looked at Apollo coldly, said nothing more, and left indifferently.

Apparently, Apollo had not yet fully understood that this seemingly lenient punishment was actually proof of Roland's uncontrollable rage.

Can the outside world that was destroyed by a group of zombies be called hell? Compared with the boundless hell in Roland's impression, which was nothing but the red sky and various large and small rubbles, and was constantly sapping wisdom and strength, this was simply not worth mentioning.

Even though he now possesses multiple identities, Roland is still looking for ways to fight against that hell and maintain his self.

He wanted to make Apollo understand what real hell was compared to the punishment of being exiled from Orario forever.

-

In the dark night, Apollo, carrying a bow and arrow, walked cautiously on the street, peeking ahead from time to time, and sometimes bending the bow and pulling the arrow to create noise and attract the zombies hiding in the dark.

After the result was confirmed, the Sanhedrin showed no mercy and directly drove Apollo out of the Tower of Babel.

Thanks to the fact that compared to Hestia, although Apollo had been pampered for many years, he was not completely without fighting ability. With the strategy of walking along the main road cleared by adventurers, he was able to walk out of the gate of Orario.

But even so, he did not feel happy at all, but looked depressed.

Compared to my former glory, how miserable I am now?

The established clan was completely destroyed, many children taken by force died in a very wasteful way, and even Orario could not return.