Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen - Chapter 322 In the eyes of the strong, there is no place for the weak!

Without even a shriek of restless space, a powerful beam of light burst out from Roland’s position, penetrating the crimson sky.

At such a distance, without even making a swing, the leaping elves gathered across the space and landed directly.

If it weren’t for the aura of death permeating the sky pierced by the light pillar and the layers of waves of flames, which formed a sharp contrast with the shining but unrippled light pillar below, it would be difficult to imagine that the overwhelming power could be contained in this way. Very good.

To do this, you must release your power and at the same time create a closed space adjacent to reality but isolated from reality on the periphery of the light pillar, and this process must always be synchronized.

Compared with simply releasing power, this kind of control over power is what is truly scary.

There was a cold murderous intent on Azrael’s face, which was in sharp contrast to the carefree look before.

Azrael is the only person who can rub Little Jeep’s face so intimately!

As the ultimate Jibril controller, Azriel once performed the feat of launching a full-power Sky Strike directly into the air in order to stay with her opponent, thus entering the repair room with Jibril.

Therefore, Azriel is very confident that such an attack does not even require thinking. It has become an instinctive action. At this distance, even the little Jeep cannot avoid this attack.

She calculated very clearly that this blow could not break through Jibril, who always added extra protection to herself, but it was enough to reduce all races except Flügel to ashes.

However, when she saw the scene inside the light pillar, the girl’s pupils shrank.

Roland, who was wrapped up, seemed not to notice the torrent of elves that had turned into reality around him. He even lifted Jibril in his arms as if to show off a trophy, with a proud look on his face.

This behavior was obviously impromptu, because Azriel clearly heard Jibril’s imperceptible exclamation.

But in contrast to the fact that the other party had a little Jeep to hold, but she had nothing, it was Jibril’s reaction that made Azriel almost bite her silver teeth into pieces.

Jibril, who didn’t even have time to say anything to stop her, had helplessness in her eyes, but more of annoyance and curiosity.

Feeling the warmth from Roland’s raised hands, Jibril’s body suddenly softened, her words and movements stopped, and she was as obedient as a cute doll.

She looked down at Azrael below with her pretty blushing face, and she didn’t even utter her usual aggressive taunts. It seemed that in such a situation, she couldn’t care about anything else for a short time.

hateful! What kind of enchantment spell did this man pour into little Jeep?

It’s so enviable… no, it’s too shameless!

The opponent didn’t even fight back, but such a clear declaration of sovereignty and your helpless behavior was more effective than any other move.

However, Azrael, who was in a fighting state, was not fooled by Jibril’s beauty. She could move freely in such an attack, and even her clothes were not damaged. This fact in itself means that Wearing many things.

After noticing the vigilance in Azrael’s gaze, Roland put Jibril in his arms again, ignored the space sealed by the beams of light that were still raging around, and walked straight out.

During this process, Azriel still never felt even a hint of aura from the other party that was stronger than her own.

Both reason and reality told her that there was no need to care about the enemy’s power, but her intuition gave her a contradictory conclusion – the enemy was fatally dangerous to her.

The two completely opposite feelings caused Azriel to fall into confusion, with a confused look on her face, not knowing what to do.

However, as Lord Artho’s most perfect creation, his instincts will not fail.

This kind of seemingly putting the cart before the horse is a symbol of abnormality. Is this guy the challenger that Lord Artosh has been waiting for?

The thought flashed through her mind, and Azriel stared at Roland, who was looking at her with a smile.

The shadow cast by the tall figure of the other party slowly covered her, but soon, she suppressed the fear that flashed in her heart, regained her composure, and her expression became solemn again.

Azrael calmed down and bowed slightly towards the black-haired young man in front of her with an impeccable expression and a serious look.

“My lord has been waiting for this visitor from another world for a long time.”

To her, Artho was both a father and a creator. Azriel could disobey his orders and sneak out to find Jibril, because she knew that the Lord God would not care about such a thing.

But when it comes to the enemy that Artosh has been looking forward to for a long time, she will not mess around like before.

Since she can be regarded as a challenger by the Lord God, she must respect him, even on the surface.

However, is his luck so bad? He obviously came here after finding traces of Jibril acting alone, but he didn’t expect to directly bump into the real owner.

“Oh, so are you here to convey the idea that Artosh can’t wait? Then this guy is really emotionless. It’s rare to encounter a meal that suits your appetite. Waiting with expectation is the right thing to do.”

Roland, who knew Artosh’s setting, didn’t feel any nervousness and said it nonchalantly, but Azrael couldn’t sit back and watch the Lord God’s reputation be damaged because of her gaffe.

“No, nya! How could Sir Artosh be so fussy about an enemy of your level?”

Azrael’s brows suddenly twisted into a knot.

The trust she has in Artosh is far from being shaken by the unknown in another world. Even the respect she shows for Roland is not essentially because of Roland’s strength, but because he is recognized by Artosh.

As a war weapon that has even chopped off the heads of gods, Azrael has no need to kowtow to anyone in this world except Artosh.

The girl’s face was full of anger, and she said: “No matter what strategies and preparations you want to use, just do it as you please. Lord Artesio will neither detect nor stop him. He will only wait quietly.” Until the day comes when you start a war!”

“This is the pride of Lord Artex as a strong man, but I advise you to wake up early and become the enemy of my lord. No matter how much effort you put in or how much strength you gain, you cannot change the fact that Al This is the conclusion drawn by Master Texiu himself, nya.”

Azriel’s voice was as cold as a knife and sounded emotionless.

The girl who wanted to change Alt’s name racked her brains to argue with Roland’s words, trying to undermine the other person’s confidence as much as possible.

But Roland seemed to not understand the meaning of her words, and smiled unconsciously.

“What is the opinion of the strongest god? I would like to hear the details.”

She recalled the words of the majestic figure in her memory that day, took a deep breath, and raised her head proudly.

“——You are the challenger.”

After saying this, she raised her head expectantly, wanting to see Roland’s solemn expression as he became serious.

Just as she expected, after Lord Artesio’s conclusion, this powerful man from another world did put away his cynical expression after being stunned for a moment.

Roland took a breath.

“Did he really say that?”

“Um?”

Seeing the confusion on Azrael’s face, Roland also shook his head in amusement.

“As far as I know, the last person who claimed to be the strongest but said this sentence had his body broken in two. This flag is not set up.”

Such a nonchalant expression made Azriel’s eyes suddenly become cold, and her temperament suddenly became sinister and terrifying.

“I don’t know what you want to say, but what you said just now is offensive to Sir Artosh, right?”

She murmured to herself in a low voice, with a smile as empty as a mask on her face, like a doll that had abandoned its emotions.

“So what? You don’t think you can defeat me, do you?”

Roland smiled slightly and took off his disguise. Then, his whole body was instantly covered by shadows.

This is a scene where huge spirits are absorbed from the source of the world. In the end, even light cannot escape and can only appear when it is absorbed.

This change will also occur when the Flügel releases the spell with full force. According to the records of other races, just seeing this posture from a distance is enough to sentence the person being attacked to death.

But this scene was only caused by the enemy becoming a little more serious and taking a breath.

Only then did Azriel suddenly realize that there was a huge difference between the human boy holding a chess piece and running towards the distance without saying a word, and Roland.

Can’t win.

The instinct of the fighting race immediately gave the answer.

But Azrael still had no intention of retreating. She could not sit back and watch her father be despised.

What’s more, on the battlefield where life and death are fought and the soul is sharpened, giving up such an opportunity can only mean that her wings have become rotten.

Compared to death, decay itself is what the Flügels truly fear.

She also knew very well that compared to disobeying orders, the fact that she, as the leader of the Flügel, escaped from the battlefield would disappoint Lord Artosh even more.

Azriel spread her wings and instantly moved to the sky, looking down at Roland below.

The halo above her head expanded into multiple complex groups, and her dazzling wings suddenly turned from bright to dark.

This is a symbol that she began to desperately accumulate elves, and even squeezed out the light.

Everyone could see that the restless power in her body had obviously exceeded the limit of a Flügel.

“Lord Roland, let me come…”

This performance made Jibril scream, shaking her calves in Roland’s arms with excitement, her eyes full of desire for battle.

“No, with the current gap between you, 80% will die together. I don’t want to beat you all over again after you recover and consume the recovered power. This is too much.”

Jibril, who was categorically rejected by Roland, pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, but even if a thought could teleport her away from the warm embrace, Jibril still did not make any move, as if she was just an ordinary little girl.

“Hmph, even though you are usually a fool, you are still pretty decent when you are serious. Lord Roland, I know you will not be knocked down by an attack of this magnitude, but you’d better be careful.”

Jibril raised her head and stared at Azrael, speaking softly.

“Although I didn’t participate in that battle, I heard from other companions that…in the God-Slaying Battle many years ago, it was Azrael’s sky strike that shattered the god… The essence of the divine seed.”

The materialized marrow is equivalent to the heart of the divine species. Even without any protection, it is an incomparably powerful existence.

And Azriel, who had not made any real move for hundreds of years, put aside all distracting thoughts and stared coldly at the enemy in front of her.

She bit her lower lip slightly with her teeth and looked at Jibril.

“Little Jeep, it’s still too late to retreat now, otherwise, my attack will also affect you.”

But in the face of her kindness, Jibril just stuck out her tongue, looking completely unconcerned.

“Yeah?”

Azrael let out a breath and looked at Roland expressionlessly.

“One blow ends meow, challenger from another world. Even if my life ends here, after this battle, I will leave you with irreversible injuries, which will further reduce your already slim chance of winning.”

Azriel gently raised her hand. Just this action made the surrounding sky dim unconsciously and began to tremble violently.

The end of the attack was not an arrogant declaration, but the realization of a last-ditch fight.

The difference between her and Roland was clear at a glance, and it was sheer fantasy to try to avoid him by escaping or using strategies.

But she would definitely lose in a head-on confrontation, and she didn’t have the ability to strike first.

However, it is not impossible to leave Roland with irreversible injuries.

Azrael analyzed calmly.

This arrogance comes from her own particularity. As the number one individual, for Artesh, whose power can grow infinitely, the moment she was created was far less powerful than when she was creating the sisters behind her.

But even so, Azrael is still the strongest Flügel.

Because both she and Jibril were created based on special motives.

“Being so wanton, so arrogant and frivolous, you must be punished——”

“You are the one who deserves to be punished, right? As the leader of the Flügel, you act willfully and show off your power like a child spoiled by his father. You don’t think that the reason why I let you go is because I value your power.” ?”

Roland shrugged and chuckled.

Hearing Roland’s words, Azriel was slightly startled, but did not refute, but fell into silence, obviously being spoken to her heart.

“So, in return for Artho, let me teach you. The answer is simple, because it’s the same reason you ignored Rick.”

Roland let go of the hand around Jibril’s waist, opened it slightly, and hooked towards Azrael.

“——In the eyes of the strong, there is no place for the weak!”