Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

In the shrinking sky, the figure of the blonde beauty was spit out by the surrounding space in disgust.

Rita Rojian staggered a few steps like a puppet with its strings cut, then collapsed to the ground helplessly.

Her face turned pale and blue, and her round chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

The girl at this moment is just like the victim in the book who received a videotape sent by his wife who had been away from home for several months.

That beautiful and charming face was distorted by anger and humiliation, but underneath these emotions, there was a hint of strangeness that she herself could not explain.

However, there is nothing we can do about it.

Although she was able to replace her own existence with an illusion by relying on the power of the Mystic Rose Eyes, she still needed to fully accept her feelings on the spiritual level.

Therefore, before the scene that seemed to still remain in the retina, like the falling sun, faded away.

This uncontrollable chill would probably continue to occupy every inch of her body.

That's really beyond common sense.

Even though the Progenitor of the Dead Apostles had gotten rid of his inability to walk in the sun, this was different from a real sun falling down on him.

No, after all, can that blow really be described as the sun?

Facing the attack that was like the dawn, she neither felt the pain of being burned nor saw her body gradually vaporizing in the white smoke.

The regenerative ability that she possessed, which was conceptually brought about by her immortality, did not even enter the stage of activating its effect before the chain was interrupted by the annihilation of her existence.

The planet shattered like an egg smashed by a fist.

"Woo..."

Lita covered her mouth and retched.

After just a little thought, her brain became increasingly dizzy, and her body instinctively resisted.

No matter whether it is the ability of the Demon Eye itself or the Principle Blood Ring, they are just a joke in front of the other party's existence.

That power is beyond the scope of the imagination of this alien world.

If that enemy really existed, she would definitely die without a burial place.

"Fortunately, it was just an illusion created by her ability based on Roland's memories..."

Rita Rojian murmured to herself.

"phantom?"

Suddenly, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Perhaps because of the relief of surviving the disaster, Rita's brain, which had gradually shut down during death, was restarted again, and the expression on her face became paler and paler.

The confusion that was previously covered up by a force beyond cognition now erupted violently like a can of soda after it was shaken.

That existence was clearly beyond the limit of her ability, so why could she still create an illusion of the other party?
Could it be that Roland did something?
Although she didn't want to boost others' morale and destroy her own prestige, Rita still had to admit that she seemed to have accidentally stepped into a big pit.

The other world created by her Mystic Rose Eyes is not simply a transformation of the false into the real, but a manifestation of the past state.

Therefore, even if you weave a memory that you firmly believe in, if you have not experienced it, it will not be materialized by the Demonic Eye.

Otherwise, if she had always had such an obvious weakness, in modern times when the technology of personality transformation has become very mature, she would probably have been replaced by other ancestors or her own kind long ago.

If the memory just now is true, then Roland's essence is most likely closely related to the outside world, so it is not surprising that he has such great power.

But, could he survive such an attack?

No, it's not enough to just survive it.

Judging from the wild laughter she heard at the end, the battle would not end unless that powerful and terrifying enemy was killed.

In other words, did Roland actually win?
What kind of monster is he...the human form of the Christian God?
Rita shook her head vigorously, driving these bad possibilities out of her mind.

This was clearly a world she created, but she couldn't even understand what was happening.

There is nothing more frightening than this.

The girl looked at the calm sky, silent.

And at this time.

"Don't worry, Miss Lita."

Just like before, without any signs or traces, Roland once again appeared beside her unknowingly.

As if not noticing her alert expression, the other person walked leisurely to her side.

"…What do you mean don't worry?"

Rita frowned, forcibly suppressed the instinct to attack, and asked calmly.

"It's the scene just now."

Roland's lips curled up slightly, with a relaxed expression on his face.

"You have invited me to participate in this stage so warmly, so I will naturally not be so unromantic as to take the initiative."

As he said this, he raised his head so that the girl could see his pupils more clearly.

In those scarlet eyes, a magic circle exactly the same as the Rose Demon Eyes was running at high speed in the center.

"I just cooperated with you to set up the venue for this banquet with the attitude that a guest should have."

"Although you were crushed like a bug in the battle between Artosh and I, don't worry, this is still your world. I didn't take away your dominance."

"Do not make jokes!"

Even though she knew she couldn't win, Lita refuted this without hesitation.

In the girl's gloomy pupils, a flame of resentment was burning.

"How could my magic eye possibly bear something of that level! Are you teasing me on purpose?"

This idea cannot fully explain the current out-of-control situation.

Even if Roland deliberately teased her and let himself be swallowed by her Principle Blood Ring without resistance, he could not invade her world at will.

This thought did not come about because Rita did not recognize reality.

On the contrary, this conclusion is the judgment she made after recognizing the reality.

The Principle Blood Ring is different from the inherent barrier. It is itself a set of living rules and is unique.

If the inherent barrier can have similar textures due to individual differences but its power is not inferior to the original branch route, once the replica of the Principle Blood Ring appears, it will be greatly inferior to the original because the uniqueness of the principle has been occupied.

If Roland imitated the power of the Demonic Rose Eye and let the other party capture her, perhaps he could use the rules and scale differences of the alien planet to avoid this.

But when the user is himself, even if he intends to resist, he will only explode this special world.

Even if you are in an absolute disadvantage, this underlying logic will not change in the slightest.

The other party really wanted to tease him, to make him make a mistake in judgment, so that he would be unwilling to continue trying the previous scenario, and then gradually lose control under the destruction, and finally in the infinite death, he could not even escape, and could only surrender obediently.

Lita thought secretly.

"Well, indeed, this idea is not completely wrong. The idea is roughly this, but I deliberately defined the scope of the stage and only used one scene. You underestimated me too much. At most, you will fall into despair of being calculated."

"If you want to completely break your spirit, it's better to let you act freely and finally find that you can't do anything."

"So, until there is even a glimmer of possibility of redemption in your heart, I will not do anything."

Roland spoke these extremely vile words in a matter-of-fact tone.

"This situation is beyond your comprehension because even if I don't take any defensive measures, you can't peek into my mind."

"So I took advantage of the fact that this world was created by the Demonic Eye and changed the subject of the manifestation from the ordinary scene in your field of vision to the Demonic Eye of Rose reflected in my eyes in your field of vision."

"It's just a simple mirror principle, just like the beauty you felt before. If I put it this way, you can understand it."

At this point, Rita certainly understood what Roland meant.

The beauty she had felt from the other person before was the extreme point where the realm of another dimension descended and appeared in a form that the world could barely accommodate.

If human aesthetics is cultivated for survival, as a device to avoid crises or find happiness, Roland's beauty is pure giving.

Therefore, no matter what aesthetic view one has, even if she has a special fetish and is a like-minded person like the White Knight under Altluchi, who is a male but only sucks the blood of beautiful boys, she will be moved by this beauty.

Just as gold can become a treasure recognized by different countries despite the difference between land and sea, this saint also has the beauty of being able to define his own existence as popular and fix this recognition around him, which is a perfect beauty.

He is the benchmark of beauty. If Roland's essence can not only define the benchmark of beauty, but also define the fantasy of the world, it is not surprising that the world in her eyes has changed like this.

"..."

Rita Rojian's eyes inevitably wavered.

Sometimes, too much knowledge can become the source of disaster.

Now she has fully experienced the meaning of this sentence.

The last person to modify the world's aspirations to a point beyond the standard was the Lady of the Lake who forged the holy sword.

When she thought that Roland also had this possibility, a feeling corresponding to awe surged in the girl's heart.

It was an immediate urge to kneel down.

If you do this, it might be much easier for you next time.

but--

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"What a joke! I gave up Barthamero, I gave up the Magic Eye Collection Train, I gave up so many valuable things, just to get this opportunity, just to submit to a human!"

Rita said bitterly.

"I will never admit it!"

"Just to my liking."

Roland said with a smile.

"It would be a real shame if a charming girl like you were so tactful as to admit defeat."

"Watching a proud young lady with character flaws grow step by step into a more well-behaved and obedient woman... has always been my favorite part."

Although Roland showed a genuine and gentle smile on his face at this moment, in Rita Rojian's opinion, it was no different from the devil's hideous smile.

The ominous feeling suddenly increased.

But despite this, she has no intention of changing her decision.

For Rita, who calls herself an artist and is a proud noble lady, succumbing to worldly pressure is tantamount to denying her past life.

"I don't believe that your past enemies are of no value to you now!"

As long as one lives inside the world, he will be bound by possibilities.

Even there are more than one evil gods invading the real world from outside the universe.

Even though Roland had come this far by surpassing all the enemies in his memory, there should still be at least one person who was difficult for him to deal with.

Defeating the enemy and surpassing his worldview are two different things.

Even if it is the power of inhibition, I dare not say that I control everything in the world.

It's impossible that he has now surpassed the infinite universe itself?

Rita Rojian waved her arm, and the world changed again.

Risking being killed, Rita once again looked for the battle that had impressed Roland so much.

Then, the world began to leap again like a swinging band of light.

More and more scenes she had never seen and enemies she had never imagined appeared like a passing display.

From the sci-fi future city to the outer universe, and even to the void where nothing exists.

From the roaring monster with rotating magnetic fields, to the archangel covering the sky with wings of water, and even the young man in fiery red clothes, covering his right hand.

However, although the scenes and enemies changed again and again, her ending remained the same.

Although the strength of those enemies is not fixed, some are weaker than Divine Strike, and some are stronger than Divine Strike.

But even the weakest one, with her strength, could only die without struggling under the attack.

Finally, in the ever-changing world, in the agony of jumping back and forth between death and life, life and death, Rita's mind began to become numb.

My whole body was filled with a dizzy and distorted feeling.

But even so, she had no intention of stopping.

Because as the scenes changed, the spirit that Rita perceived in Roland became stronger and stronger.

It was like a peerless sword that had been forged after thousands of times of tempering in fierce fire. Even if you just glance at it, your eyes would feel a stinging sensation, as if they had been stabbed.

That’s right, all her efforts so far have not been in vain.

Rita Rojian clearly realized that she was gradually getting closer to Roland's true self.

As long as you don't stop, this memory will continue to extend.

Soon, she would find a memory of just the right intensity.

As long as Roland was entangled by the enemy at that time, even for only a moment, she could seize this opportunity to escape.

With the opponent so arrogant, the competition is no longer about strength itself, but about her mental threshold and the purity of Roland's enemy.

Although those enemies were indeed very strong, she had the confidence to recover even after being killed countless times thanks to her Demonic Eye...

"Roland, we are here to negotiate terms."

A soft and graceful voice suddenly rang in my ears.

What followed was a tremor that spread throughout the body and deep into the brain.

Under the strong sense of crisis, Rita even stopped breathing.

The owner of this voice, this newly emerged enemy, is fundamentally different from the previous ones.

Rita forced her almost frozen body to move, and glanced at Roland who had been standing beside her like he was watching a show.

Beside the other person, there were two women, one on the left and one on the right.

A tall figure with soft silver hair, chocolate skin, and a seductive figure covered by a thin bandage.

The other one was petite, wearing a mini cheongsam, with a Chinese talisman on her forehead. She seemed to be a vampire as well, but her appearance was much deeper.

"Nephthys, my lady."

Roland spat out the names of the two men, a look of nostalgia on his face.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a little female ghost like this."

Such a frivolous answer made Lita's heart almost rise into her throat.

Although it was an illusion that was infinitely close to reality, there was no falsehood in the overwhelming power.

Even with this aura alone, the world might explode into pieces like glass.

Why could Roland be so arrogant in front of such an enemy?
Sure enough, as if stimulated by such words, several other powerful auras emerged as if in response.

Cthulhu, who is wearing a prosthetic leg and a smoke mirror, and whose appearance cannot be observed, and Nuada, who has a silver right arm and is full of fighting spirit.

There was no special means used, just the presence of the being was revealed, and the oppressive feeling that seemed to make the world begin to distort and collapse began to wantonly impact everything around it.

Faced with such power, Rita was instantly unable to move, and even her thoughts were almost frozen.

There was nothing she could do except stare and watch.

"This response is somewhat unexpected to me. You are facing the real Gremlin, but you answered like this. It seems that you are quite confident."

The silver-haired demon pointed his finger at his chin with a curious look on his face.

"Could it be that you have found a way to fight against our demon army?"

"Of course,"

Roland replied with a smile, pointing directly at Lita.

"Isn't she right next to me?"

"...?!!"

Rita didn't even have time to show her disbelief. The next moment, several cold killing intentions and infinite power spread over her like a tide, completely drowning her in death. (End of this chapter)