Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"What do you think of life?"

Roland scolded with a solemn expression.

The expression on his face was so sincere and genuine, as if he was a kind-hearted person who loved life.

Kaylissa looked at Roland, sizing him up.

The clothes were so clean that there wasn't even a trace of blood on them, and the two swords were as smooth as new and looked more like works of art than weapons for killing the enemy.

But even though his entire body seemed out of place in this scorched earth filled with the unpleasant smell of burning, he could still see a few decisive abnormalities -

He was standing in a pool of blood that was big enough to cover his feet, but there was no sign of him sinking.

There is a faint curve at the corner of the mouth.

It was obviously the aftereffect of the previous overly high emotions.

There was also a sea of ​​corpses and blood that spread out in a fan-shaped area towards the rear with his position as the fulcrum.

Kaylissa's expression became increasingly gloomy, and her eyes became increasingly frightening.

Although she is also a tyrant who can be cruel enough to behead her mother and sisters, she will not deliberately pretend to be innocent.

The reason why she chose to bear these sins was for the sake of Britain, but it did not mean that the nature of these things would change.

Normally, Kaylissa would always be rude to such a lousy bastard, or even feel disgusted with him, but she couldn't have such feelings towards Roland at the moment.

The reason is probably that aura.

As the person in the coalition who had the longest contact and longest fighting experience with him, she was deeply impressed by Roland's sense of distance, which was so transcendent that it seemed as if he was free from the constraints of gravity.

It is like a galaxy that surrounds the world, with no one knowing where it comes from or where it goes, clear and transparent, yet elusive.

No matter whether the attitude is casual or serious.

There was no extra emotion in her tone, but incredibly, Kaylissa just couldn't sense any lies in it.

It's not that he can't lie, but he just doesn't bother to lie to them.

Just like anglers who often come back empty-handed won't save money on bait for fishing, what they pursue is the joy of catching fish rather than such tiny profits.

This kind of emotion born out of selfish desire seems to not exist in the other person.

Or, almost non-existent.

Thinking of Roland's previous outrageous remarks and his undisguised greedy eyes, Kaylissa sighed and silently changed her words.

But now is not the time to worry about your virginity.

The key point now is, what exactly does Roland want to do?
At times like this, even the true words may contain other purposes.

Even if Roland really felt sorry for those people who were killed in vain and treated all lives equally,

But if you ask him questions like "Do you remember how many people you killed?", I'm afraid the only answer you'll get is "Do you remember how many slices of bread you ate?"

Kaylissa calmly took a few steps towards the Beauty.

The other party also noticed her arrival and spoke softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Do you want to surrender?"

"I do want to get a more reasonable decision from you, but not something this heavy. I can understand that you have lost the courage to challenge, but if even the belief in sacrifice has disappeared, I think France should just change its flag to white."

Kaylissa widened her beautiful eyes and almost lost her voice. After a long while, she spoke through gritted teeth.

Although she had such an idea in such a one-sided massacre, putting it into practice was two different things.

"Really? Her Majesty Eliza warned you like that, but you still don't realize the current situation?"

"Not everyone can maintain their fighting spirit like you and me at a time like this. As you said, there are still many people willing to sacrifice, but as the battle progresses, there are fewer and fewer people willing to resist, right?"

The most beautiful lady in the country sighed.

"..."

Kaelissa was completely silent.

The war is a magnificent epic.

An organization with such a great reputation and the power to destroy many small countries, once involved in a war between big countries, would only be a commendable main force, not an indispensable part.

A country as big as Britain, once involved in the dispute between science and magic, can only go with the flow and feel uneasy.

Therefore, even if she found a trump card like Catina I, the goal of her and the Grand Master of the Knights was still to jump out of the chessboard through a coup and attempt to become an independent third party.

In the face of war, even individuals like saints are insignificant beings.

As powerful as the Fire on the Right is, it must use the power of the Roman Orthodox Church to create the most favorable environment for itself.

In the world of Magical Index where personal heroism is on the rise, this is common sense that has never changed.

However, the appearance of Roland completely broke this inherent cognition.

A monster holding two swords galloped across the bloody battlefield.

So no matter what necessary evil it is, what annihilation of Hakusho, or what choir, when they dare to block the opponent's path, they have only two endings.

Either death or injury.

Without sufficient strength, even if one is gifted with intelligence, one may not be able to leave behind an intact body.

What about some powerful people whose names have been heard of for a long time?
The guy who thought his magic was invincible ended up making things worse and became the first fool to be killed by the sword, bringing indelible trauma to the coalition forces.

The princess who used the power of angels was rendered powerless by a more powerful force, and the guy who wanted to kill the enemy with the style of a saint might not be able to do anything.

Therefore, in the end, the remaining warriors who could only rely on their willpower to defeat the enemy also lost all their fighting spirit.

The reality is that everything is determined not by will alone, but by pure power.

They had no way of changing this hopeless power gap, so they could only numbly wait for death to come.

The Beauty of the Country did not seem to notice Kaylissa's abnormality, and continued to talk to herself: "Although we cannot be said to have gone all out, if we cannot even leave a scar with the current military strength, then blindly resisting is not an effort worthy of admiration, but more like an escape to avoid shame. Moreover... judging from the current situation, it is not that there is no hope at all."

As she spoke, she supported herself with the Durandal stuck in the ground and stood up.

The eyes of the beautiful girl flickered slightly, as if she had made up her mind.

Although Kaylissa had not yet understood the meaning of the words of the Beauty of a Country, she had roughly guessed a possibility by looking at this action, and her face changed instantly.

"Are you trying to..."

"Since we won't die if we don't resist, does that mean you will allow us to admit defeat?"

The voice of the most beautiful woman echoed throughout the battlefield along with the magic.

For a moment, countless eyes were focused on her.

Shock, disbelief, anger, anticipation...

But there was no sign of emotion on the face of the most beautiful girl, only calmness and composure.

Unlike great powers like Britain, which still has some legacy and reputation left, France's performance in modern times is quite speechless.

It can be said that they have been wavering between continuous ambition and intermittent idleness and waiting for death. The fact that they can still maintain their status as Britain's arch-enemy is due to the help of the Roman Orthodox Church, in addition to the God-sent Daughter, who is the heroine sent from heaven.

So unlike Kaelissa, her only goal is to keep France alive.

Before the war broke out, she deliberately sacrificed her own reputation and pretended to be imprisoned in the Palace of Versailles by the ruler of her country and turned into a puppet, in order to make the enemy let down their guard.

She had no burden at all for changing sides at the last minute. Moreover...

She glanced at the crowd behind her.

In order to prevent any more ignorant guys from giving him unexpected surprises, Roland restrained himself a little. He no longer exaggeratedly used his ultimate move to sweep the ground. Instead, he walked into the battle line leisurely as if taking a stroll, and steadily took lives with his sword.

But even so, the gap between the two sides destined this to be a situation like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Compared with the tens of thousands of troops at the beginning, the magicians who still have a clear will can't even reach a thousand people.

In this situation, there is no point in resisting.

"Of course. Didn't I say that there is no one who loves life more than me? At least in this world, this is beyond doubt."

Roland answered very straightforwardly.

"It's a good thing for me to stop trampling on lives. Don't look at me like this, I am a pacifist."

"Besides, you have already compensated for your offense, right? The brains and hearts of these people will be put to good use by Blue Dream Company."

"You mean... they're still alive?"

The beautiful girl opened her mouth wide and her eyes lit up.

Not only her, but also the survivors of the Allied Forces who had been numb to the point of openly surrendering to her, broke into a riot.

"Not all of them," Roland shrugged, "but about 70% of them were not completely chopped to pieces. As long as it doesn't take too long, it's okay to treat them as alive."

Roland didn't care about the life and death of people who had nothing to do with him, and he was very selfish and ruthless in many things, but he couldn't be called a madman who deliberately used death to please himself.

Killing is just an additional means to defeat the whole world, not the goal.

Especially for this group of elite warriors, Roland regarded them as his own property before the war.

In order to spread the network of magnetic field power throughout the world and become the new way of the devil, high-quality users are necessary.

Anyway, as long as the brain has not lost its activity, with the equipment that combines Academy City and magnetic field technology, coupled with the Dream Maker, physical injuries are not worth mentioning at all.

Rather than letting them disappear with their heroic reputations, it would be better to let them join the Dream Creation Group and bring the last bit of value to the Blue Dream Company.

Moreover, if the remaining countries want to play the strategy of "the army that is defeated will win", this can also make them understand what a real civil war is.

"Speaking of which... you guys are making too much of a fuss. It's just a fatal injury. You really underestimate the power of the magnetic field."

"We underestimated your kindness."

Hearing Roland's words, the beautiful lady showed a resolute expression.

Although from a magician's perspective, it was somewhat puzzling that his companions who had already died were still alive, Roland had no need to deceive them at all.

It is a bit ridiculous to say that he did this to conquer these remaining remnants of the defeated army, after all, the real elite troops had all been killed by him.

After organizing her thoughts, the beautiful woman spoke quickly.

"As the losers, we are lucky to have a second chance at life. Since the covenant has been fulfilled, please allow me to admit defeat to you on behalf of the European coalition forces."

"Oh? If it's France, that's fine, but are you sure the whole of Europe will follow your choice?"

"Yes, I can guarantee that."

The most beautiful woman in the country said this with a solemn oath without even turning her head.

If it were before, perhaps there would be some stubborn people in the coalition who would choose to resist, but now the situation has changed.

Before, they wanted to die simply because they were numb and could not beat Roland. Now that so many of their companions had died, even if they could survive, they would be outnumbered and would be liquidated in the rear.

But if the entire coalition forces turn against us, it will be an irresistible trend.

Furthermore, Roland's strength is completely different from what is written in the information.

Before the support, the coalition forces received the message that if everything went well, it would be a difficult battle with an 80-20 chance of winning.

As a result, when they got to the scene, it became a 20-80 split in another sense - Roland killed the entire coalition eight times in two minutes.

How can one fight this?
Anyway, they had resisted. As long as they had resisted, it cannot be considered that they were killed instantly. It can only be said that they were indeed defeated.

In the silent air, the remaining coalition forces looked at each other for a long time, and then, in Kaylissa's incredible sight, they were divided into the British and European factions, standing behind the Beauty and her respectively.

"You guy-"

Kaelissa's expression twisted.

The bastard in front of him actually ignored the previous sacrifices so nonchalantly, and surrendered to the enemy without hesitation under the name of the European Coalition.

How dare she do this?

Just outrageous!
But having said that, she had also thought about the logic of the beautiful girl's behavior. Although a coalition of almost the entire world had been assembled, other countries had not yet officially declared war on Academy City and Blue Dream Company.

The reason for this military expedition was just to respond to the alliance. Using this excuse, they felt completely at ease pushing Britain to take the blame.

"Really? That means you're the only one left, my dear fiancée."

The corners of Roland's mouth were influenced by the scene in front of him, outlining a playful arc.

"Okay, answer your question. Do you want to continue to seek revenge for this country, or do you want to swear allegiance to me?"

Kaylissa gritted her teeth and clenched her hands tightly.

She resented her own powerlessness and stupidity.

Obviously, the purpose of each step was to make Britain great again in the future, but the cumulative effect was that it pushed it into an abyss of no return.

So, what to do next?
Should we go all out and launch a full-scale attack on the fleet, or should we take down the glory of Britain ourselves?
"Kaelissa."

As if seeing through her confusion, Eliza came out from the British faction that had just joined behind her.

There were no obvious injuries on her body, but judging from her tired face and the bloodstains on her dress, this optimistic queen was not at ease either.

But even so, it did not stop her from lending a helping hand to her daughter.

"It's not your turn to take responsibility yet."

"Mother Queen..."

"Don't forget, I am the Queen of Britain,"

After returning all of Kaelissa's previous complacent words, Eliza said no more, but handed the scepter in her hand to the girl in front of her.

"Now, just go do what you have to do."

Seeing Eliza ready to take full responsibility, Kaelissa understood her plan.

She lowered her head and looked at the ornate jeweled scepter in her hand.

This is the symbol of royal power and wealth, and the monarch's scepter is only used during the coronation.

Kaylissa held the scepter in both hands, and scenes from the past kept flashing through her mind.

But soon, she controlled her slightly trembling body, raised her head, met Roland's playful gaze, and laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha... Then, there is only one answer!"

Without any hesitation, Kaylissa slammed the monarch's scepter in her hand against her knees.

click!
Amid the crisp sound of breaking, she bowed her head respectfully towards Roland.

"I will serve you faithfully!" (End of this chapter)