Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Boom——!"

The deafening sound of wind whirled through the sky.

Accompanied by the earth-shaking tremors that swept across the area in circles.

For a moment, Misaka Mikoto and her group, who had already joined up with the ITEM team and the Crusader troops including Kanzaki Kaori, were startled, stopped moving, and looked towards the epicenter.

In the distance, in the disaster-stricken area, still accompanied by smoke and dust, a huge tornado suddenly arose.

The wind and waves as fierce as white fog came over and blew towards them, causing pain on the faces of the girls present.

But before they could understand whether this was a sign of the war situation getting better or worse, the magical power that followed the tornado explained everything.

That vast and profound aura, just through the aftermath that echoed in the sky and the clouds, was enough to make everyone feel the terrifying oppression as if someone was strangling their throat.

Even though she has practiced the power of magnetic fields, Kamiya Kaori, whose physical fitness is already superior to that of a saint, is no exception.

This is a gap that is beyond the description of genetic instinct.

People may compare their size with that of planets, may develop desires for the universe, and may even try to use spiritual realms to describe creatures that are higher than themselves.

And this is the limit of human understanding.

Even if you really encounter an existence that is higher than it,

Apart from using such far-fetched concepts as their own feelings to express the experiences they have encountered, the only thing these lives can realize is the fact that they are suppressed in all aspects, nothing more.

That kind of expanding existence followed closely behind the strong wind and invisibly swept across everything in the city.

Almost at the same moment when the girls felt the pressure, a huge amount of magic power and a faint divine light suddenly emerged from their bodies, which were excited by fear and the determination to fight.

From the brain and heart to the limbs and bones, their bodies are strengthened from the inside out.

"Is this... protection, or magnetic field power?"

"…Is that master finally back?"

Kamiya Kaoru smiled slightly, and her eyes, which were originally as cold as stars, became brighter, and even her aura suddenly increased several times.

The holy marks on his body were like the lustful marks of a succubus, and they began to become extremely hot after encountering the user.

Among the cornerstones of Roland's other path, one of the incarnations he took from Veleslana had the power to bless others. After becoming the God of Christianity, in order to avoid certain undesirable situations, Roland also gave the power of bless many people he cared about.

Kamiya Kaori, who already has the physique of a saint and has had intimate contact with him, is naturally the first subject of the experiment.

Therefore, the female saint can be certain of the true identity behind the existence that suddenly appeared in this violent tornado.

That had made her bow down more than once.

The magnificent cross of light.

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"Fufu... As expected of a demon god, I saw a very rare sight."

Roland put his arm around Shokuhou Misaki's slender waist and looked at the Sengzheng-brand helicopter soaring into the sky with a smile.

Although he had knocked the enemies into spinning tops more than once, if they couldn't defend against his move, their heads would be twisted off their necks, while if they could defend against it, the force would inevitably be lost to their entire bodies. He had never seen such a scene before.

Perhaps only the devil could have the immortality to keep his neck from breaking even if he twisted it thousands of times in one direction after being slapped like that.

"Lord Roland!"

A blush of surprise suddenly appeared on Shokuhou Misaki's fair face, and the light of protection on her body that had been triggered by the monk's attack became brighter and brighter.

But the girl was not overwhelmed by the fact that she was saved.

She passed all the data collected in the previous battle into Roland's mind and gave a brief introduction.

Shokuhou Misaki knew very well that the fate of Blue Dream Company and her own life were of no importance at all. In fact, the rise and fall of the world was nothing.

As long as Roland can win, everything now is just a part of the anchored dream and can be changed or even recovered at any time.

"This guy is the monk, one of the demon gods who came for you, but his obsession has deviated. Have you completed it? I hope you didn't interrupt it because of me..."

"Don't worry, it's already been completed. I just had some time to experience the feeling of this realm for a while."

Roland shrugged, looking relaxed.

He is not so extravagant as to remain calm and hold a grand ceremony even though he knows there are a group of enemies lurking outside.

After using a large-scale ceremony to attract the attention of the demons, he activated the Eternal Moment again at the moment of the end, and did not stop until he had absorbed all of Aiwas's power.

If he had not been immersed in the difference between the limited omnipotence of the Star Cup and the pseudo-omnipotence brought about by the level of the Magnetic Field Demon, he would have returned even earlier.

But it's worth it.

After Roland left, the reaction of the giant black hole that still stood outside the Milky Way to him was enough to make Roland realize the significance of this achievement.

"Feeling..."

Shokuhou Misaki whispered.

Although she wanted to know Roland's current condition, she still used her ability to suppress her curiosity and did not ask any more questions, lest this meaningless sentence become the key to disrupting the subsequent battle.

But the girl was only halfway through blocking her brain when she was interrupted by a calm voice.

"Ten percent."

"Well, what does this mean..."

Shokuhou Misaki looked at Roland with some confusion, not yet recovering from those brief words.

"This is my confidence in this war, Xiaoqi. Now I am 100% confident that I will be the final winner."

"Lord Roland!"

"Although being cautious about everything is your advantage, this mentality can also become your disadvantage. Excessive modesty is also a form of arrogance."

Ignoring the girl who was panicking because of his own self-explosion, Roland patted her head and turned to look at the tornado that was spinning slower and slower.

"Hasn't this old man who was just boasting about this already proved it to you?"

Faced with Roland's undisguised arrogance, the abbot finally stopped spinning.

"Roland, when did you come?"

He greeted casually as if nothing had happened.

But after seeing Kamijou Touma and the others, who had been depressed because of the hopeless gap, show excited expressions after discovering Roland's appearance.

In those turbid eyes without a dividing line between the eyelids and the eyeballs, the flickering fire still swayed uncontrollably.

All the efforts I made for a long time, showing my strength bit by bit and destroying the confidence of Shen Jing and the demon, were wasted because of the appearance of one person.

Even though they hadn't seen the outcome of the battle, this group of people acted as if they were sure to win. It would be fine if they didn't know the power and meaning of the demon god, but they obviously knew and understood the meaning of the demon god, but they still believed in Roland's reputation that only spread throughout the world. This was what really annoyed the monk.

You know, he had used divine power to save all living beings countless times, but never once did he receive such sincere support.

“It arrived a long time ago.”

"Hmm, I see. It's really a trick of fate."

Looking at the calm and composed Roland, the abbot also realized his situation.

"Although I expected that this was a trap you had carefully laid, I didn't expect that I, who had the least interest in you, would be the first one... This is going to be troublesome."

The mummy-like old man said this, then held his neck with both hands, as if wringing out a rag, and restored his neck, which had been curled up to several meters long and looked like a rotten fruit hanging on a dry branch, to its original shape.

This rough action would obviously cause secondary damage to the neck, but as a demon god who could watch himself starve to death without changing his expression or even being affected, he obviously didn't care about the damage and pain to his body.

"But... don't worry, it won't waste too much of your time."

The monk said in a voice as hoarse and strange as a crow.

"Although you are an unknown factor, you are also a demon god of the Christian Church. Since you have also reached the end, I will not waste my breath trying to convince you. Between demon gods, only fighting can decide everything."

"It's an easy-to-understand rule, but it's okay... If you really start crying and begging for mercy, begging me to let you go, or offering to work for me for a ticket to another universe, I'll be a little distressed."

As if he was relieved, Roland patted his chest and showed an innocent and relaxed smile.

"After all, there is the precedent of Othinus. Buddhism itself is also open to everything. You are an unknown Buddha without a name or responsibility. If you sincerely want to change your religion, it will be difficult for me to do so."

"If death is replaced by subjugation, then the value of this show of power will be greatly reduced for other demon gods."

"Are you still holding on to this kind of foolish delusion?"

There was a ferocious murderous intent flashing in the monk's demonic green pupils.

His teeth were chattering as Roland spoke these teasing and contemptuous words.

"I am a demon god! Even if I am in a bad state now, I am still a genuine demon god. Even now, I am equal to the universe. No matter inside or outside the world, you can't really kill me!"

"If you had come a few days earlier, it would have been true."

After staring at the enraged abbot for a while, Roland lifted his chin slightly, as if thinking seriously. "After all, you are a senior who has lived many years longer than me. This technique is quite sophisticated. Plus, you have the limitation of being outnumbered, so of course I can't do anything about it."

"But now, that may not be the case. Since the moment you actually met me, your own body no longer believes in this statement, right?"

"Ok?"

The monk frowned deeply and sneered at this.

"What nonsense you say. Each demon god is an existence that ignores death. Even if they die billions of times, they will not be shaken in the slightest."

"Even Othinus, who is the most immature and still has hope, can withstand such a limit. Do you think I will be afraid of such a threat?"

This is unquestionably true.

When it was said by the monk who was able to overcome the fear of death when he was a mortal with no power, it unconsciously added a convincing flavor.

"That's just because you know you won't die, so you forget your fear, because..."

But Roland just raised his head without comment, with a playful smile on his face.

"Monk, aren't you sweating?"

"What--"

The monk subconsciously wanted to refute this absurd statement, but when he subconsciously raised his crutch and saw the fact revealed by the wet marks deep on his wrist, he was speechless.

Because he was concentrating on watching Roland to prevent him from making any unusual movements, he had no time to pay attention to his own situation.

Therefore, after being reminded, the monk suddenly discovered that the area from his collar to his back was already wet.

More than just sweating.

Family members know their own business. To describe it as sweating profusely is an exaggeration.

"Really? Am I sweating..."

The monk's eyes turned cold. He thrust the golden sword in his hand deeply into the ground, and then denied this possibility with a hoarse and sharp voice.

"No, it's rain! You have no advantages except your origin from the outside world. How could you possibly make an old man who has vowed to save all living beings sweat like a baby?"

"Then this is really a timely rain. The sky is not only gloomy, but there are not even any wet clouds."

Roland glanced at the sky that had become cloudless due to the tornado that the abbot had created earlier, and the curve of his mouth widened even further.

"Are you sure you're not in a hurry..."

"shut up!"

Before Roland could finish his words, the abbot interrupted him with the sound of bones opening and closing violently.

boom--

The reinforced concrete ground beneath their feet suddenly rose up to the sky.

In the blink of an eye, a giant hand that was thousands of meters long and indestructible because it was infused with the power of the devil lifted up the entire area around Roland, and suddenly closed, casting a dark shadow.

It seemed as if it wanted to crush all the lives that saw his embarrassed expression.

"Don't underestimate me, a mere demon god of the Cross. Do you think you can speak nonsense to me who has also reached the top of the demon god? You are just a slightly more troublesome foreign demon who is blocking my way to enlightenment!"

The monk's gloomy face turned red with mixed emotions of shock and anger.

He spoke through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to eat Roland alive.

"You born evil little Christian devil, I will destroy the world you cherish with my own hands!"

"Yeah--"

However, even though he felt the force that was enough to crush the galaxy, Roland's contemptuous voice did not waver at all.

"I'm much more generous. I just want your life."

hum-

After the giant hand that was holding up the sky rose to the distance of the atmosphere, it stopped moving with a violent tremor.

The monk's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly raised his head.

Above, the scarlet crystal edges had covered the entire sky and earth at some point in time.

What poured out from the gaps between the crisscrossing lines was the original light that made him feel as if he was falling into an icy cave, like a world-destroying flood. (End of this chapter)