Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

In the dark and empty light of destruction, a white spot of light like a second sun rose up.

Starting from the tip of Othinus's spear, the starry sky was divided into two halves.

There was only a vast silence between heaven and earth.

The next second, everything disappeared into nothingness without even a stalemate, and was swallowed up by the vast white light that was like the birth of the world.

"That bastard..."

Othinus' figure flashed, and a hint of anger appeared on his cold and pretty face.

At her feet was a glass bead-sized ornament, inside which a nebula was slowly rotating.

"I just completed the result you wanted ahead of time, right? Even if you don't thank me for saving you the effort, you won't curse me, right?"

In a void without light, which looked like the outer universe, Roland and Othinus faced each other.

"Besides, you clearly said that you would turn this world into ashes to celebrate, but you took the initiative to prevent the destruction and leave a little residue. This is not like you."

Roland looked at the glass bead under Othinus' feet with interest and laughed softly.

That's right.

Just now, Othinus swung the Spear of the Lord not to compete with Roland to see who could kill faster, but to preserve the remaining world from the aftermath of that attack.

Othinus ignored Roland's teasing and just looked at everything around him quietly.

In the dark tones like the bottomless abyss, the distinction between heaven and earth cannot be seen.

What she could sense was that there was no height difference between the two of them, not even a micrometer's fluctuation, extending all the way to the land beyond the horizon.

Whether it is a natural object or a man-made object, even if you rotate it 360 degrees, you will not find anything that can make people feel real.

Even though she and Roland only retained their own colors and did not emit any light, they still looked as eye-catching as the full moon in this unified darkness.

Othinus was familiar with this dark world.

After all phases are destroyed, this is the world that remains.

Even if it is destroyed again, no new scene will appear.

If the Ship Graveyard is Gremlin's final base, then this world is the end of the Demon God.

——The tomb of Vientiane.

This bedrock-like existence, this cage with nowhere to escape, is the first despair that the demon god who has obtained omnipotent power must feel.

Every time she came back here, Othinus would feel a little listless, but today she didn’t care about these things at all.

"There are only two of us here, and you actually took the initiative to destroy the world..."

The development of the matter was completely beyond the girl's expectations.

She originally wanted to use the world as a hostage to threaten Roland into submission, but she didn't expect Roland to send the hostage on his way ahead of time.

Moreover, the intensity of that attack fully demonstrated the opponent's determination to win.

Just as she was thinking whether this was a self-torture tactic, the universe was destroyed. If she had hesitated for a moment, even the glass bead called the Milky Way under her feet would have been lost.

"I just studied your theory."

Roland's voice continued to echo in the empty world, and the echo swirled around again and again.

"The deal you proposed is doomed to fail to produce a result that satisfies both parties. So why don't I give up and hope for a peaceful solution? Because you are kind, right?"

He shrugged and looked at the glass bead under Othinus' feet with some amusement.

"However, it seems that the decisiveness at that time still brought a lot of unexpected surprises?"

"You didn't take action when the phase of the material world was preserved, but you took action when it came to the Milky Way, preserving the remaining debris. In other words, although you don't care about the phase itself, in this galaxy, on that tiny planet called Earth, there are things that you think are troublesome if they are destroyed."

"Let me guess... Imagine Breaker?"

The moment he heard the name, Othinus's remaining eye narrowed a little.

This expression made Roland's mouth grin even wider.

"I see. Compared to me, you are the one who is less willing to accept the destruction of the world, right?"

bass--

The sharp blade cut through the void, making a pleasant sound.

Othinus thrust the tip of his spear into the dark ground, his emerald eyes growing colder.

As Roland said, as the benchmark of the world, Fantasy Slayer is of great importance even to the Demon God.

It's like a save point in a hardcore game.

When the demon is too reckless and the game is completely frozen during progress, at least you can start over through it.

Moreover, for Othinus, it meant much more than that.

The demons are creators.

Use a filter called phase to change the appearance of the world. Even the end of the world is essentially the creation of the devil.

It's just that a destroyed building can only create a pile of rubble, and a world where nothing exists can only create nothingness.

This kind of omnipotence that can only do addition has a big drawback.

Creation cannot escape the knowledge of the Creator, and the created world comes entirely from the subjective impression of the Creator.

The world today is the result of countless paintings by Othinus on the canvas, which is very different from the painting when she became a demon.

Therefore, in order to regain the memory of the painting, she must use a scraper called Fantasy Breaker to find the distorted anomalies bit by bit.

This is why Othinus wanted to preserve this remnant of the Milky Way.

Once the current host dies, no one knows who will have this ability in the new world. This was not a big deal for Othinus before, after all, the thing she had the most was time.

But Roland's appearance made her realize a certain possibility.

No one has ever stipulated that there can only be one demon.

While waiting for the reappearance of Fantasy Slayer, Othinus was not sure how the world would evolve and whether new demons would be born.

The true value of an item is determined by how many people want it. In the presence of potential competitors, the girl naturally cannot treat him with the same meaningless attitude as before.

"——So, you care about this world more than I do."

Roland said calmly as if he was concluding.

"so what?"

Othinus, whose thoughts were hit hard, let out a deep breath, but still showed no sign of weakness.

"It's just a draw. There's no difference between fighting to the end in a dark and empty world and fighting to the end in an empty world while avoiding a glass bead."

"That's not necessarily true. This world is irreplaceable to both of us, but that doesn't mean we're on the same path. What you want to protect is the world at the moment, and what I care about is its future."

Roland raised a question, and his decisive attitude made Othinus frown, looking a little puzzled.

"future?"

"Yes, I have you to thank for that, Othinus."

Roland said calmly, "I have been thinking about how to defeat you without leaving any trouble. If you resist with force alone, I am confident that I can win, but facing a fellow demon like you, the process will probably be very long. But now, your performance has given me an inspiration."

"Ok?"

Othinus was stunned.

But soon, she reacted.

Because Roland was already feeling an even heavier sense of oppression than before.

“Could it be…” Looking at the Milky Way beneath his feet that began to shake in this majestic aura, Othinus instantly felt something was wrong.

"Yes, I don't have to worry about whether there will be any abnormalities when I destroy it and then create it again."

"Unlike you who are from the old era, I have not yet begun to paint the canvas called the world. To me, the world is now like a blank sheet of paper without any alterations. It can be restored at any time with a single click."

Roland gave a vicious smile.

The huge advantages coming from outside the world mean that he never has to worry about things that the world cannot recover from.

After all, strictly speaking, he is still on the Golden Throne, but he has extended his existence through dreams.

With data saved on an external server, as long as he wakes up, this world will be revived along with his experiences, and there is no need to be as cautious as the demons.

"To you, that wreckage is a precious spark, but in my eyes, it is just an insignificant prop."

"It doesn't matter to me whether it exists or not!"

Roland laughed wildly, swung his arms and punched again, making the same gesture as before.

But unlike the previous attack which was full of testing intentions, he now had no scruples at all.

A huge amount of light poured into the arm, making it shine brightly. The dark sky and earth also became blurred in the face of this extermination blow.

"Then, let's use this blow as a greeting gift, the World-Saving Demon-Slaying Fist!"

"Roland!"

Othinus gritted his teeth and glared at the grinning Roland.

She finally understood how it felt to be hit on the foot by a stone she had thrown.

I thought she was crazy enough, but I didn't expect Roland to be even crazier than her. It could even be said that he had given up hope.

This time, the roles of the two were completely reversed.

The devil, whose ultimate goal is to destroy the world, is willing to risk his life to protect the present world.

However, the devil, whose ultimate goal is to save the world, can destroy everything without restraint.

Is there any reason?
With this in mind, Othinus took a step forward hastily, and suddenly jumped in front of Roland, taking the initiative to meet the glowing right fist, and took the blow with his body.

It wasn't because she had lost her mind.

On the contrary, this action is a symbol that she has not yet been consumed by anger.

This move is called the World-Saving Demon-Destroying Fist, and its expressiveness is completely opposite to its name.

"boom--"

Her long golden hair fluttered in the wind, and although she had pursed her lips as much as possible, her bright red blood still flowed out.

Othinus's face twisted slightly.

On the smooth skin, cracks kept appearing and disappearing, like the surface of a lake with stones thrown into it.

Even though the demon god had a recovery ability comparable to turning back time, he still felt tremendous pain and anxiety after taking this blow.

The atmosphere let out a high hiss.

The dark soil shattered layer by layer and spread in all directions, like a man-eating abyss opening its mouth.

With Roland's fist as the center, the debris that was blown away was quickly burned to ashes after leaving the ground.

But this seemingly exaggerated scene is just a remnant that is not even an aftermath of the power of this punch, and is just a tiny part of the phenomenon that should have occurred.

To put it in an analogy, it is like the airflow created by a punch that knocks the enemy down as he staggers backward.

The truly dangerous part was completely borne by Othinus' body.

"A magnitude 50 earthquake..."

Although this number may seem insignificant, you have to know that earthquakes are calculated in an exponential manner.

The size of each level is approximately thirty-two times larger than the previous level.

Considering that the energy of a magnitude 42 earthquake is equivalent to a cosmic explosion, the power of this blow is more than enough to destroy the material universe and its phases millions of times.

There was no doubt that Roland was not joking.

He strikes with the seriousness of a demon god with every blow. If the enemy relaxes even a little, everything in this world will be reduced to rubble again.

After roughly estimating the energy scale of this attack, Othinus became more alert, his eyes flickering.

But before she could think, Roland's next punch arrived as expected.

"Hahahaha! How satisfying! It's been a long time since I've seen such a tough enemy!"

Looking at Othinus, who was losing ground and clenching his fists in silence, Roland's expression became more playful.

"What's wrong? Are you angry? That's not okay. If the aftermath of your punch gets out, your dream will be completely derailed, okay?"

Roland raised the corners of his mouth and waved his fists like wheels.

"So, Othinus, you must play the role of a target well.
——To protect my world!"

Faced with such murderous and heartbreaking words, even a good-tempered person would be unable to remain calm, let alone an arrogant demon like Othinus.

After being hit hard in the chest by Roland again, she no longer cared about any careful thinking.

So, Othinus slowly moved his spear and held it with both hands.

This is not a signal to prepare to stab, but a preparation before throwing.

As her spiritual equipment used to gather infinite possibilities, the Spear of the Lord is both her weakness and Othinus's trump card.

She didn't expect this full-strength attack to win, but it could at least buy him some breathing space.

As long as she could keep the distance, she wouldn't have to force herself to perfectly receive every attack from Roland, and she would have more opportunities to exploit loopholes.

Although this would involve some risks, she had to seize the opportunity.

The physical pain was nothing, but if she continued like this, her spirit might reach its limit first under Roland's irritating words.

"You are just a boaster. Even if you have some advantages, do you think you can defeat the demon god?"

While holding the gun, Othinus did not forget to fight back.

But faced with such ridicule, Roland showed no sign of surprise.

"Isn't that natural?"

He raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.

"If I hadn't even thought about the possibility of winning against an enemy that was taking risky actions based on giving up victory, I would have died on this road."

"!"

Such confident words made Othinus' heart skip a beat, and he intuitively sensed the breath of danger.

But on a battlefield of the same level, even the devil would have no chance to regret his move.

The Spear of the Lord had already left her fingertips and began to stab Roland spontaneously.

"Also, I need to correct one thing. When you threw this gun, the question of whether I can defeat you no longer has any basis for existence."

Roland chuckled.

He stared at the spear of the main god that was twisting and turning before his eyes and piercing into his body like cutting tofu, and a dark golden light flashed in his eyes.

Under Othinus's astonished gaze, Roland loudly declared his victory.

"With my skill of words, let justice appear in the world! This spell is powerful and eloquent, it is the sword of wisdom that calls for victory!" (End of this chapter)