Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

The indescribable power of the demons rushed to the destination together.

But the first to take effect was the power of Nephthys, who had been playing the supporting role.

Regardless of phase and godhood, except for Roland, who had extra points, the power of the demons was equal.

It was just Nephthys's personal preference to like to play a supporting role, just like some people would think that compared with the leading actors who personally participated in the movie, the directors, screenwriters and other staff who silently dedicated themselves to the release of the movie behind the scenes were more desirable.

In MOBA competitive games, although there are not many people who like to play supporting roles, they do exist.

But this tendency does not mean that her strength and skills are different from other demons.

Nephthys pressed her index finger on her rosy lips, and the other hand gently pressed her plump chest.

As a collection buried with the dead pharaoh, Nephthys' entire identity as a demon is contained in the tears of the weeping god.

Therefore, unlike the murderous attacks of other demons, something invisible and intangible suddenly emerged.

"Tears of Spreading——"

A drop of gem-like teardrops dripped from the corner of her eye as she whispered softly.

Although there are many uses for Tears of Comedy and Tears of Wrath, after seeing Roland's Heart Wall that even sealed the cause and effect of the monk, Nephthys did not intend to specifically confirm Roland's resistance to mental interference in this situation.

So, she chose Tears of Spreading first.

If used under normal circumstances, it will produce a gain that can also work on demons, and ordinary people will rise to heaven in one step.

This is a tear of emotion left by the heroes in mythology who earned great achievements with the blessing of God, but died young.

For this reason, if the power of the demon is used to accurately determine the direction, it can also be regarded as an attack.

After the glory, the heroes will quickly usher in their own early death, death in battle, murder, or execution.

The Tears of Spreading can also increase the magic power and magic of the object from the outside far beyond the control of the object itself, causing it to self-destruct.

In an instant, Roland, who had been awakened from the pollution around him by the attack, had his eyes filled with scarlet and burning light again.

But compared to the pure and clear crimson before, the light in his eyes now overflowed like dark red magma, dyeing the surroundings red.

To convert the invisible heart light into substantial power, a stable structure is very important.

Although the strength after the rampage is far better than the normal state, it is not very effective against the enemy at the moment.

Although the black stickman silhouette gradually shrinks in the strange heart light, it seems to be evaporated.

But the state of the two people's mental confrontation is much worse than the previous clear-cut state of attack and defense, just like water and oil mixed into a ball.

The forgotten god.

Although they both have no names, it is not the same kind of person as the monk.

The monk did not get the name of God because the ritual failed, but it could not reveal its name because the ritual succeeded.

As a god in mythology that Lovecraft referenced when writing his novel, the Cthulhu mythology, which symbolizes the fear of the unknown, is too mixed to distinguish which is fictional and which is historical fact.

Therefore, even the demon god of the same kind has avoided the textual research of its original text.

Because this difficult-to-recognize appearance is its means of attack. To understand this unknown, to analyze its name and source, is a two-way war.

As a representative of chaos, the field of mental rampage is his specialty.

Therefore, Roland, who could have found himself in the stalemate and started dual-line control, was entangled again.

Before he could reorganize the next strategy, the offensive of other demon gods arrived.

The Silver Arm and the Sky Spear arrived in front of Roland at the same time.

The magnificent light of destruction and the curse-like flames suddenly gathered terrifying magic power, like the shadows of two snakes entangled with each other, crawling across the sky.

A crack that spanned the entire Milky Way opened silently and straightly in the universe, like a miracle.

Threads of power and broken black space gushed out from the crack like a clear spring, aiming at Roland's heart with the attitude of piercing through everything.

Facing this tricky attack, Roland did not hesitate at all, and instinctively raised his hand to meet it.

Although his current state made it impossible for him to make any changes, the gap in the realm was enough for Roland to make a prepared instinctive reaction before his ancestors.

The next moment, in the silent atmosphere that seemed to be frozen.

The stunt that was enough to overturn the world and pass through the void at an invisible speed was caught by Roland one by one.

Needless to say, the shining gun that was used again did add many changes to the concept of the first sun, but in the essence of all changes, this change was useless.

The gun of heaven did not move in Roland's hand.

The silver arm was not much better. Even if he put away his playful intentions, Nuada's trump card was only at the level of a god.

Since Roland had already proved that he was not using affinity to offset the Sky Spear, whether this arm was released or not would not change the result of being firmly held by the young man's slender hand.

It was despairing.

Even someone as arrogant as Nuada could not help but have such thoughts.

He was a cruel god of war, with a tenacious mind that had fallen to the bottom but survived, but the strength shown by Roland still made him feel a little scared.

Against such an existence, even if the battle was to the end, could he really see a hopeful result?

The next moment, Roland gave the answer with his actions.

He suddenly clenched his fist.

With this action, from Roland's right shoulder, the brilliant and sacred third hand also quietly stretched out from the scratches of the myriad things.

In the power of the demon god of the Crusade, Roland was more inclined to fight manually with the corresponding power than the Right Fire, which was accustomed to showing the Right of the Holy Right at the beginning.

This was not because the Right of the Holy Right could not keep up with his realm in the battle of the same level.

On the contrary, it was precisely because this trump card had the priority to work no matter what kind of adversity, that Roland would not fire it, just for this moment.

At the moment when the right hand was swung, deep scratches emerged from the surrounding space with a wailing sound.

The edge of the scratch was filled with distorted chaos, as if the world had turned into a sticky syrup being stirred.

This was the ultimate power that was far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

No skills were needed, no situation needed to be considered, and no glorious name needed to be loudly proclaimed.

As the power of the Holy Right was swung, all directions were frozen by infinite light.

And when the silent and heavy world burst out like cracked glass, an incredible scene also came.

"Hiss--"

The fragmented, dull, and incomprehensible mumbling filled the world.

The forgotten old god let out a painful whine.

Its body, which was entangled with Roland's heart light, was crushed and broken.

It turned into countless tiny dust particles and rushed into the sky.

In the process, the smoke mirror and Nuada, who were holding the spear of the sky and piercing the silver arm, were swept away by the radiating power.

Limited by the two demons outside the world, and the characteristics of the weakest demon after the demons were divided and equivalent to the world, the Holy Right was greatly restricted, but its essence was not shaken at all.

Don't talk about fancy mechanisms, the beauty of numbers is absolute.

Only aiming at the state of the Cthulhu demon entangled with itself, the Holy Right perfectly omitted the process while maintaining the restrictions in the universe, and directly reached the result of victory in this battle.

Roland was hanging high in the sky, with the cross light shining behind him, and the shadow of the red dragon clinging on it, overlooking the entire land with a cold gaze.

However, it was at this moment.

The real attack of the Queen also came.

"Boom--"

A sharp and sonorous roar suddenly sounded.

Roland's eyes flickered slightly, looking at the cold light in front of him that was stagnant like a solid and rushed towards him.

Although he realized the opponent's plan, he was in a state where he could not move and avoid this attack.

This is not because of how terrifying the power of this attack is, but...

"This round is not over yet."

Roland said indifferently, "If it is a two-on-many melee, there may be some changes, but in the case of many-on-one, the demon can completely launch attacks at the same time and distinguish the logical order."

The old power has not gone, and the new power has not yet been born.

In a battle of many against few, weak against strong, being able to trick out moves and delay a battle process is the purpose of the demons.

Having just gotten rid of the Cthulhu demon, and other powers are also taking effect, Roland can only let the dragon shadow open its bloody mouth with all its strength to bite the opposite side from this stiff state.

From the initial surprise attack to the joint attack, it is just to get this opportunity that is far less than a microsecond.

The empress who fell from the sky was not afraid at all, and let the claws of the dragon shadow pierce her body.

She even offered her body, which was not truly sublimated but cleansed of filth and represented forbidden beauty, as a sacrifice to the One God.

While her body was almost torn apart, the girl also stuck to Roland's chest with a charming posture imitating ballet, waving her ten fingers.

"Puff!"

The next moment, the cruel sound of flesh being pierced rang out.

Looking at the empress who was entangled with Roland like a tattered rag doll and the sharp claws piercing Roland's chest, even Nuada, who had been ridiculed by the other party before, showed a look of joy.

Although she was not as willful as a member of Gremlin, the empress who claimed to be an immortal was still very reliable at critical moments.

She would rather sacrifice herself in the future, which might lead to being clamped in the battle, or even being tied to Roland, and hurt the other party with this suicide attack.

Although it seems that she is also happy with this state.

"Haha...haha, so great! This feeling is so wonderful! It's so wonderful that I want to sing a song!"

The talisman on the queen's forehead was already torn, and Roland's blood was splashed on her fingertips and cheeks. The girl's posture had turned from a fairy to a terrifying vampire-like existence.

"Even when I became the eternal demon many years ago, I never felt such a pleasant and comfortable feeling now."

"Roland's blood is so suitable! It really makes me high!"

She stared at Roland's chest in a trance, and pressed her face against it tightly. When Roland's blood seeped from her forehead into her eyes, her pupils were filled with greedy blood red.

Although only her head could move, the queen was like a child who could not reach the cake on the table but had to tiptoe to lick the cream. She stretched out her small tongue in intoxication, cherishing and carefully sipping the sweet taste.

With just such a simple action, she felt that her almost lifeless body had bloomed with the brilliance of life again, and her bloodless face was flushed for the first time in a long time.

She even unconsciously clamped her slender legs to prevent them from being entangled uncontrollably.

Oops... I shouldn't have forgotten to wear underwear.

The queen thought so.

If it weren't for the excellent quality of the cheongsam she was wearing, I'm afraid that the hem of the dress would have been stained with large dark marks.

As a perfect demon god on the right path, even if he is an enemy, Roland can be used as a beacon to guide the direction of the road.

This is also the reason why the demon gods will go to war directly after the negotiation breaks down.

For the queen who has already embarked on the path of corpse transformation and become an alien, the act of contacting Roland with blood-sucking methods that are in line with her nature is like soaking her head in sugar water.

If possible, the queen would like to monopolize the boy in front of her and maintain the status quo until the end of time.

But fortunately, the little rationality and the increasingly strong dangerous smell in the sweet taste in her mouth prevented the girl from being overwhelmed by desire.

"Nephthys!"

She shouted the name of her companion.

In fact, she didn't need to remind her. When she was intoxicated by the beauty of blood, Nephthys was already prepared.

This injury is not worth mentioning to Roland - if the physical injury is useful, they don't know how many times they have died.

But compared with the previous perfect state where there was no flaw, Roland now undoubtedly has weaknesses.

Aleister could find the hidden world by comparing the data of the universe when it was destroyed with the world, and the demons could certainly do something similar.

Although they could not interfere with Roland, it was enough to get past him and deal with this world.

The demons did use the demons outside the world to make Roland hesitate, but on the other hand, they were also blinded by Roland in the glass bottle.

In order to complete the plan, many demons had to take the initiative to divide themselves, completely exposing their weaknesses to Roland, and even the future was somewhat out of control.

At least no one thought that the monk would die so quickly.

Therefore, from the beginning, the demons reached a consensus in the confrontation of consciousness to create a situation in which the environment would be reversed and the full force would be restored.

Even if this could not be done, at least a tendency to fall to this result must be achieved.

"——!"

In an instant, Nephthys, who could not wait any longer, released the full force of the demon.

The amazing sound of thousands of flying insects flapping their wings at the same time spread, and in a blink of an eye, the outline of the chocolate-colored demon had become blurred.

Unlike other demon gods, as the embodiment of the collective, Nephthys is good at separating, dividing, and even switching her power.

In other words, she has retained her strength.

Even in this divided state, she still has a certain degree of full authority.

That is, the power to switch phases.

The magnetic field universe is too dangerous. Even if it cannot be destroyed, at least a backdoor that can subvert everything must be left.

"I'm going to insert it!"

Nephthys bit her lips and began to change the world.

That's right, use this power to defeat...

However, even such a small expectation has not been realized smoothly.

"I'm going to insert it!"

Bang——

A shocking loud noise exploded.

At the same time that the ideal phase woven by Nephthys began to be inserted into the world, another new phase also collided with it at the same time, kneading it into a mess.

"You actually still have spare power at this moment?"

"I'm just better at it. Regardless of the level of the battle, I am far better than any of you in the ability to modify the phase."

Roland smiled with a mocking meaning and slowly raised his head.

"This is power. Then - submit to my truth." (End of this chapter)