Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Kamizaki Kaori stared blankly at Roland's raised white finger.

Clean, slender, without a single flaw.

Even if she had seen the masterpiece called Mona Lisa before, it was not as good as the finger in front of her.

It seemed to have a kind of perfection that did not belong to the human world - if there was no small gap on the round nail.

But before she felt guilty for causing such an incomplete beauty, the first thing that attacked Kamiya Kaori was the fear from the depths of her soul.

It was like facing the entire ocean, with turbulent waves.

The pain brought by the feeling of being unable to breathe was far more serious than the countless scars on her body at this moment.

Kamiya Kaori was very clear about her own strength. Only Flash could forcibly draw out the power of the holy mark, making its blessing even exceed the endurance limit of her own flesh, so it could not be maintained for a long time and could only be used as a trick at the bottom of the box.

But because of this, it has the ability to end the battle with one blow.

Theoretically, if it is used to the extreme, even if the angel is of a higher level and has left the material world, it will disappear in the flash.

Kamisaki Kaori does not think that she has reached this level.

But in terms of power, if the flash just now is used in vain, it is more than enough to cut off several mountains.

But Roland, with a human body, blocked such an attack with one finger.

And her only achievement was to make a small gap appear on the round nail.

Such a fact made Kamisaki Kaori almost think that she was dreaming.

Being able to block the flash with one finger means that Roland can also kill her with only one finger.

Kamisaki Kaori and Roland's deep red pupils stared at each other quietly.

Although the accelerated thinking in her mind made her feel that a long time had passed, judging from the speed of the passage of time in reality, Roland had just pointed his finger at her.

Such contemptuous behavior undoubtedly gave the female saint, who could draw her sword in one hundredth of a second and was ready to go, another chance to save herself.

But, even if the sword is drawn, what will happen?

No matter whether Roland dodges or endures this sword, he will be killed cleanly and neatly afterwards.

Although she laughed at herself mercilessly in her heart, at this moment of life and death, Kanzaki Kaori still instinctively looked away, thinking wildly, and drew the sword in her hand again.

"—— Only flash!"

With the power of the Son of God as the source, the sword-drawing technique that exceeds the limit of human beings.

Although this attack was not accompanied by any consciousness, it was not inferior to the previous sword in terms of pure power.

There was neither a huge momentum nor a dazzling light.

The phantom-like blade disappeared into the void like a burned-out flame, and finally turned into a dim stream of light.

It crossed the barrier of space in an instant, shining on Roland like a quiet moonlight.

"Ka--"

The crisp sound echoed in the night sky. The blade that was originally aimed at the heart lost all the space to maneuver after the boy's slight movement of shifting his fingers, just like prey caught in a spider's web.

In the astonished eyes of Kamisaki Kaori, her blade hit Roland's other nail again.

Then, the huge force that rebounded from the knife continued to carry the girl's body to the back.

Even the atmosphere was beaten by the terrifying force, turning into violent ripples. When the ripples rolled up the remaining steel and stones on the ground again, expanding a huge vacuum, Kamisaki Kaori was able to stop her steps.

"Not bad, not bad..."

Roland looked at his smooth nails with satisfaction and admiration.

"The strength was just right both times. I thought it was a little asymmetrical when it was only one side, so I was going to trim it myself. It's great that you're so sensible."

"When it comes to nail clippers, Miss Kamisaki, I'd like to call you the best!"

This is not a mockery, but Roland's sincere thoughts.

To put it bluntly, to act as his nail clippers in battle, you also need qualifications.

Even if it's just normal, his passive self-defense stance has a desperate strength.

Whether it's the strongest superpower atomic collapse, or the psychological control linked to the external substitute brain, even the monster-like super-high temperature technique is just a recreational level for Roland.

The only move that can really make him dodge is probably the ultimate golden slash, which is a cheap trick.

And Kamisaki Kaori really used absolute hard power to fight against Roland's self-defense stance, and still left a mark.

Even in the world view of magnetic field power, she is a strong person who cannot be underestimated.

If they were just trash with power, Roland would not be surprised even if they were massacred by this female saint.

Although the magic world looks peaceful on the surface, it is actually quite deep. In terms of power level, if you insist on being arrogant, you will definitely suffer.

"Huh..."

Kanzaki Kaori opened her mouth and spit out turbid air with the smell of rust.

Now she even lost the energy to distinguish whether the emotion in Roland's words was praise or ridicule.

This was not due to the influence of the vacuum environment created by the aftermath just now. This environment was not a fatal threat to the body of the saint.

But forcing her body to use the fully opened stigma twice in a few seconds still put a strong load on her body.

Under such pressure, the wounds that were forcibly sealed could no longer be suppressed in a body that was already seriously injured.

Kamiya Kaori's skin, as white as the first snow, was covered with bloodstains like branches.

Her long, smooth hair, which was originally drooping like a waterfall, was also dyed into a strange crimson.

The girl's already astringent outfit added a bit of weird beauty.

Everything was warning Kamiya Kaori that this was a battle that would definitely lead to failure.

Fortunately, even saints who were born just because of idol theory were real saints.

They were the same as real saints in some qualities. For Kamiya Kaori, who was fighting for others, she would never succumb to fate unless she died completely.

So, she slashed out the sword in her hand again.

Even Roland, the opponent, was amazed when he saw this scene.

At this moment, Kamisaki Kaori was so weak that she could not resist his mind-reading power at all, so he naturally felt the warning from his heart.

"Really amazing."

Roland sighed.

For Roland, who has experienced several worlds, he has seen many pure girls.

But maybe because he himself is not a good person, those born from the pure devil are naively cruel, sometimes so excessive that Roland is speechless.

Therefore, when he saw Kamisaki Kaori, who was born with powerful power but still adhered to human nature, he also had some inexplicable desires in his heart.

In other words, just like Kira Yoshikage's preference for success, every time he saw this type of girl, Roland's desire to conquer would arise spontaneously.

Perhaps the term "saint" was destined to carry some unnecessary desires from the moment it was created.

So the book of nuns carrying German characters has always been popular in the industry.

"——Ah, but now is not the time to play with you."

Although he was a little eager, Roland was not so anxious that he could not distinguish the priorities.

Now was not the time to play with Kamisaki Kaori, there would be plenty of time later anyway.

After Index was in hand, even if she was driven away, she would come back by herself.

So, let's solve it quickly.

"But as a reward for your efforts, I will also show a little respect."

Roland raised his hand and greeted Kamisaki Kaori's blade with his palm.

"Huh?"

Such a weird action made Kamisaki Kaori more confused.

This was the first time Roland showed a serious look in this battle, but Kamisaki Kaori did not see any signs of magic or power flow.

He was no longer satisfied with using nail clippers to humiliate himself, and planned to break the blade inch by inch with his palm to show his strength?

But this method is completely unnecessary, right?

Even if he defeated this attack, it would not be more amazing than before.

After all, because her body could no longer support it, the power of this attack was not as strong as the previous Wei Shan, and it was more like a desperate resistance made by will.

Or was there a deeper conspiracy hidden behind it?

Thoughts like lightning flew in Kamisaki Kaori's mind, and finally turned into a simple idea.

"I can't care so much!"

Whether it was death or an ending more painful than death, she had no right to refuse.

Kamisaki Kaori gritted her teeth and forced herself to ignore Roland's actions. She quietly exerted force with her legs and stabbed forward with all her strength.

The shining blade drew a bright and cold arc in the air, and stabbed into Roland's palm with an unstoppable momentum.

At the moment of being touched, Kamisaki Kaori was ready to die with the knife.

However——

The narrow and long sword was wrapped in light, like a hot knife cutting into butter, and it easily pierced into Roland's palm.

The defense that had made Wei Shan return in vain before, under the blade at this moment, did not play a single role in hindering.

However, there was no trace of joy on Kamiya Kaoru's face.

Born as a saint, the girl who had far more luck and power than others knew very well that hard work would be rewarded, and that being prepared could defeat the enemy. Such stories only appear in fairy tales.

As a witness who was fighting with Roland at close range, she clearly discovered the clues.

The reason why her blade could pierce into Roland's palm was not because she had gained some special power, but because Roland took the initiative to do so!

No, the term "piercing" is not correct at all.

To be precise, it should be her own sword that was being absorbed into Roland's palm little by little!

"Seven Days, Seven Swords!"

Kamiya Kaoru looked at the sword that melted like foam after touching Roland's hand and mixed with flesh and blood, and her eyes were full of horror.

Although it has always been his usual weapon, this sword named Seven Days Seven Swords is not a spiritual equipment that can have special effects by infusing magic power.

Its original form is just a samurai sword used in rain-praying rituals.

If I swallow that into my body, won’t I be poisoned?

“So, your purity is still not enough, Miss Kamisaki.”

As if he saw through the confusion in Kamisaki Kaori’s heart, Roland smiled slightly.

“You can be considered a first-class swordsman if you can practice the sword-drawing technique to that level. Obviously, the secret of the unity of man and sword is right in front of you, but you are still indifferent?”

“The unity of man and sword?”

Kamizaki Kaori's eyes were slightly rippled. She let go of the hilt, stepped on the air, and quickly distanced herself with a backward jump, while looking at the sword that was completely swallowed by Roland in surprise.

"You said this is the unity of man and sword?"

Even if she didn't dare to call herself a master of swordsmanship, Kamisaki Kaori's attainments in swordsmanship were definitely not weak.

She also had her own understanding and pursuit of the highest realm of the three-in-one of skill, body, and mind, but Roland's approach of unity of knowledge and action really exceeded her imagination.

"That's right, because the lethality of the spirit itself is better than that of weapons, many people blindly pursue powerful spiritual equipment, thinking that using ordinary weapons is just a boring behavior, but this cognition is completely wrong."

Roland said calmly.

"Weapons are originally created to make up for their own shortcomings. If we follow this direction and pursue the characteristics, meanings, and feelings of the weapons themselves, as long as we can understand these, the strong can control the power more freely and exert stronger lethality."

"And then, people and weapons can be united, made by the heart and released by the heart."

Roland raised his head, raised his shoulders, and exerted force with his arms.

The next moment, the knife light like a pool of autumn water lit up again. Under his arms, the sword named Seven Days Seven Swords, which made Kamiya extremely familiar, appeared under the moonlight.

From the relaxed feeling of lifting a heavy weight, it seems that this is not a simple splicing.

The sharp blade seems to be a part of Roland's body by nature.

So powerful...

Kamiiya couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

Even if he was an enemy fighting for life and death, he couldn't help but be shocked by this scene.

She still couldn't analyze the principle and magic of this action, but this performance that was close to the Tao was already breathtakingly beautiful.

If it was ended by this move, it might be a blessing.

Sure enough... this guy's identity is definitely not just the leader of the Blue Dream Company, but a deeper and more dangerous existence.

Kamisaki Kaori clenched her empty hands, looked at Roland, opened her mouth, but didn't make any sound.

"The analysis is complete, Miss Kamisaki."

Roland raised his head and looked at the girl's eyes mixed with surprise and admiration, and smiled faintly.

Of course, he knew that this was not a sign of Kamisaki Kaori's improved favorability.

The girl had this expression only because of her longing for strength and this ultimate Tao technology.

But that was enough.

When it comes to Index, when you need to be forced to make contact, as long as you take the first step with this curiosity and longing, you will be completely trapped in an irreversible quagmire.

"As a response to your previous two attacks, I will show you the real use of the Seven Days Seven Swords, using my Roland... Hell Sword."

Roland chuckled, a glimmer of light and deep waves flashed in his pupils.

He stepped lightly and came to Kamisaki Kaori in an instant.

Because of the serious injuries on her body, although she had already anticipated Roland's attack, she was still a step slower when she really reacted.

And this moment was enough to completely determine the winner.

Roland waved his arms forward, and the long sword in his hand stretched out naturally as if it had life.

"Puff--"

Then, the sharp blade went straight through Kamisaki Kaori's skin, muscles, and bones that could resist supersonic impact.

The girl was like a dying doll, lifted up by the blade that pierced her body. She wanted to make a sound, but her body was so weak that she couldn't even groan.

Kamiisaki Kaori looked at Roland's face that was getting closer and closer, and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar sword.

For a moment, all that remained in her mind was Roland's crazy laughter and the move she would never forget.

"——Hell Piercing Sword!"