Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

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

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

Between heaven and earth, there was only a vast silence.

The next second, everything disappeared into nothingness, not even a stalemate, but was swallowed up by the vast white light like the birth of the world.

"That bastard..."

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

At her feet was an ornament the size of a glass bead. Inside, a nebula was slowly rotating.

"I just achieved the results you wanted in advance, right? Even if you don't thank me for saving you time, you won't curse me, right?"

In a void with no light, like the outer universe, Roland and Othinus faced each other face to face.

"Moreover, you clearly promised to reduce the world to ashes to celebrate, but then you took the initiative to prevent this destruction and left a little residue. This is not your style."

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

That's right.

The reason Othinus wielded the Spear of the Lord just now was not to compete with Roland to see who could kill faster, but to preserve the remaining world from the aftermath of that blow.

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

In the dark tones like the bottomless abyss, no distinction between heaven and earth can be seen.

What she could sense was that there was no difference in height between the two of them, not even micron fluctuations, extending all the way to the ground beyond the horizon.

Whether it is a natural object or a man-made object, even if you rotate it 360 degrees and look at it, you can't find anything that can give people a sense of reality.

Although she and Roland only retained their own colors and did not shine, they still looked as eye-catching as the full moon in this unified darkness.

Othinus is familiar with this dark world.

After all the 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 stronghold, then this world is the end of the Demon God.

——The tomb of Vientiane.

This bedrock-like existence, this prison with nowhere to escape, is the first despair that the demon god will feel after gaining all-powerful power.

Every time she comes back here, Othinus will be a little listless, but today she doesn'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 things was completely beyond the girl's expectation.

She originally wanted to use the world as a hostage to threaten Roland into submission, but she didn't expect Roland to backhand and send the hostages on their way in advance.

And the intensity of that blow fully demonstrated the opponent's determination to win.

Just when she thought for a moment whether this was a trick, the universe ushered in destruction. If she had hesitated for a moment at that time, she would not have been able to save the glass bead called the Milky Way under her feet.

"I just studied your theory."

Roland's voice continued to echo in the empty world, and the echoes circled again and again.

"The deal you proposed is destined to be impossible to produce a result that satisfies both parties, so why don't I give up hope for a peaceful solution? Is that because you are kind?"

He shrugged and looked at the glass bead at 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 in the material world was preserved, but you took action when it came to the Milky Way, preserving the remaining remnants. In other words, although you didn't care about the phase itself, in this galaxy, in There are things on that tiny planet called Earth that you think are very troublesome to have been destroyed.”

"Let me guess...Fantasy Killer?"

The moment he heard this name, Othinus' remaining eyes couldn't help but narrow a little.

This performance made Roland's grin widen even further.

"As expected, you are the one who is less accepting of the destruction of the world than me, right?"

bass--

The sharp blade cut through the void and made a pleasant sound.

Othinus thrust the tip of his spear into the dark ground, his green eyes becoming colder and colder.

As Roland said, Fantasy Killer, as the benchmark point of the world, is of considerable importance even to the devil.

It's like a save point for hardcore games.

When the Demon God gets too messy and the game freezes completely in the middle of the game, at least it can be used to start over.

What's more, for Othinus, it means much more than that.

Demons are creators.

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

It's just that destroyed buildings can only create piles 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 Creator's knowledge, and the created world comes entirely from the Creator's subjective impression.

But today's world is already the result of Othinus smearing it on the canvas countless times, which is very different from the painting when she became the devil.

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

This is why Othinus wants to keep the wreckage of the Milky Way.

Once the current host dies, who will have this ability in the new world? This is nothing to Othinus before, after all, what she lacks the least is time.

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

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

In the process of waiting for Fantasy Killer to reappear, how will the world evolve, and whether a new demon god will be born, Othinus is not sure.

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

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

Roland said calmly as if he was concluding.

"So what?"

Othinus, who was caught in the middle of the conversation, took a deep breath and still did not show weakness.

"It's just a tie. There's no difference between fighting to the end in a dark and empty world and fighting to the end in an empty world to avoid 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. You want to protect the world at the moment, and I care about its future."

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

"Future?"

"Yes, thank you for that, Othinus."

Roland said frankly: "I've been thinking about how to defeat you without leaving any trouble. If you resist with force, although I'm confident that I can win, facing you, who is also a demon god, the process may be very long, but now, your performance has given me an inspiration."

"Huh?"

Othinus was stunned.

But soon, she reacted.

Because Roland had a heavier sense of oppression than before.

"Could it be..."

Looking at the Milky Way shaking under his feet in this majestic atmosphere, Othinus instantly felt something was wrong.

"Yes, I don't have to worry about whether there will be any abnormalities in recreating it after destruction."

"Unlike you who are from the old era, I haven't had time to start painting the canvas called the world. For me, the world is now a blank sheet of paper without any modification, and it can be restored at any time with one click."

Roland smiled maliciously.

The huge advantage from the outside world made him never worry about the world being unable to be restored.

After all, strictly speaking, he is still on the Golden Throne, just extending his existence through dreams.

In the case of an outside server saving data, as long as he wakes up, the world will be revived as his experience, and there is no need to be as cautious as the demons.

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

"Whether it exists or not, it doesn't matter to me at all!"

Roland laughed wildly, swinging his arm and punching again, making the same posture as before.

But unlike the previous blow that was still tentative, he now has no scruples.

A huge light poured into his arm, making it shine brightly, and the dark world became blurred in front of this extinction blow.

"Then, use this blow as a greeting gift, the world-saving and demon-destroying fist!"

"Roland!"

Othinus gritted his teeth and glared at the grinning Roland.

She finally felt what it felt like to be hit on the foot by the stone he threw.

I thought she was crazy enough, but Roland was even better than her, and it could even be said that he had already broken the jar.

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

The ultimate goal is to destroy the world, but the demon god has to risk his life to protect the current world.

The ultimate goal of the demon god is to save the world, but he can destroy everything recklessly.

Is there still justice?

Thinking of this, Othinus took a step forward and suddenly jumped in front of Roland, taking the initiative to meet the right fist wrapped in the glow, and took the blow with his body.

This is not because she has lost her mind.

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

This move is called the world-saving and demon-destroying fist, which has an expressiveness that is completely opposite to the name.

"Boom--"

The long golden hair moved without wind, and although he had pursed his lips as much as possible, the bright red blood still overflowed.

Othinus's face was slightly distorted.

On the smooth skin, cracks kept appearing and disappearing, as if a stone was thrown into the lake.

Even the demon god, whose recovery ability is comparable to the time travel, felt great pain and uneasiness after taking this blow.

The atmosphere made a high-pitched hiss.

The dark soil broke into pieces 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, compared to the power of this punch, is just a residue that is not even a residual wave, and is an insignificant corner of the phenomenon that should have occurred.

To make an analogy, it is the degree of airflow that blows up when the enemy's body staggers back after being knocked down by a punch.

The truly dangerous part has been completely borne by Othinus' body.

"Fifty-magnitude earthquake..."

Although this number seems insignificant, you have to know that the calculation method of earthquakes is exponential.

The difference between each level and the previous level is about thirty-two times.

Considering that the energy of a forty-two-level earthquake is equivalent to a cosmic explosion, the power of this blow is enough to destroy the material universe and its phase millions of times.

There is no doubt that Roland is not joking.

He strikes every blow with the degree of a demon god. As long as the enemy relaxes a little, everything in this world will be reduced to residue again.

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

But before she could think, Roland's next punch had already arrived as promised.

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

Looking at Othinus, who was retreating step by step and clenching his fists without saying a word, Roland's expression became more and more playful.

"What's wrong, are you angry? This is not okay. You know, if the aftermath of even one punch leaks out, your dream will be completely derailed, right?"

Roland's mouth curled up, and his fists danced like wheels.

"So, Othinus, you have to play the role of a target well,

- To protect my world!"

In the face of such words that kill people and hurt their hearts, even a good-tempered person would not be able to hold back, let alone an arrogant demon like Othinus.

After being hit hard in the chest by Roland again, she didn't care about any careful thinking.

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

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

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

She did not expect this full-strength attack to win, but at least it could buy some breathing space for him.

As long as she kept the distance, she would not have to force herself to perfectly take every attack from Roland, and there would be more possibilities to exploit loopholes.

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

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

"You are a big talker. Even if you have some advantages, do you think you can beat the demon god?"

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

But in the face of such ridicule, Roland showed no strange color.

"Isn't that natural?"

He raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly.

"Faced with an enemy who takes risky actions based on giving up victory, if I don't even have the idea of ​​fighting for the possibility of victory, I'm afraid I would have died on this road."

"!"

Such a firm word made Othinus' heart jump suddenly, and his intuition also sensed the breath of danger.

But on a battlefield of the same level, even a demon god has no chance to regret.

The Lord's Spear has already left her fingertips and began to stab Roland spontaneously.

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

Roland chuckled.

He stared at the Lord's Spear that was twisting and turning in front of him, piercing his body like cutting tofu, and his eyes were filled with dark golden light.

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

"With my skill of words and spirits, let justice in the world appear! Such spells are powerful and eloquent, and are the sword of wisdom that calls for victory!" (End of this chapter)