Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen - Chapter 353 I, Art Xiu, am willing to call you the strongest!

——{Starkiller}

When there is no strongest, it is undoubtedly an unrivaled force in this world.

Even Artosh’s current destructive power cannot compare with it.

But if the distance is close enough and Artesh realizes Roland’s plan, there is still a slight possibility of causing the trajectory to deviate.

But when he was too immersed in the battle and took the initiative to retreat, this result would only appear theoretically.

The moment Roland pulled the trigger, only 70% of the power was enough to burn away all obstacles into a beam of light, which instantly penetrated the core of the planet.

Amidst the buzzing sound of energy, it smashed the star core into pieces with all its strength, causing the source of the Elf Corridor to spurt out instantly.

When the densely packed cracks spread like spider webs, the earth’s crust let out a festering scream. Then, the red luster radiated a second time, turning it into scorching waves like glass or amber.

All the scenery was shattered in the roar, turning into tiny fragments and falling into the winding waves.

Immediately afterwards, the molten hot liquid poured into the huge bottomless wound that caused the planet to burst. But strangely, even such a backward flow did not make any sound, as if it was invisible. The shackles imprisoned him.

Suddenly, the only thing that could break the silence was the chirping of a crane.

That was the response from the pierced star core inside the planet.

Just like the shock before the eruption of a volcano, its full picture has not yet been revealed, and the space has been beaten with terrifying force and turned into violent ripples. The long-lasting ripples combine the hot liquid pouring in with the incomplete melting. The fragments of the planet rolled up together and impacted upward, expanding a huge vacuum.

Then the nothingness began to spread.

It was a scene that was completely different from Roland’s fantasy. There was neither huge momentum nor huge light.

Only this quiet nothingness turned into a stream of light, following the beam of light cast by Starkiller and clinging to it in a gentle and quiet manner.

It was like a phantom that traveled through time. It crossed all obstacles and shone on Roland without even having any aftermath.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s Artex or Roland.

They were fighting in the name of being the strongest and couldn’t even resist. They were swept up into the universe by nothingness.

Magic, skills, traits, and even rules are useless at this moment.

Because what surrounds them is the nothingness pouring out of the Elf Corridor. There is nothing, which also means that anything can be formed.

That is a power that is enough to create the world, and it can also erase the world without leaving a trace.

Although he was running all the power in his body, Roland couldn’t even move when he was carried high into the sky by nothingness.

If you have enough free time, you should stay a few steps away. The initial spread range of the Elf Corridor’s source is determined by the diameter of Starkiller.

Although it was penetrated, for the Elf Corridor, which is the core of the star, Starkiller’s attack is essentially just a prick with a needle, and the power overflowing from it will of course only continue to move upward along the tip of the needle.

However, even if only the needle-like power leaks out, this is terrifying enough.

“It’s such an exaggerated power that makes people despair…”

Roland took a deep breath. Compared with the castle in the air when he relied on the future, this scene made him understand the gap between himself and the universe more deeply.

He has prepared all the power he can use, but he can still only channel the power of a needle, which seems to be only an insignificant part of the universe, and there is a gap as desperate as human beings and Tarzan.

If you have more time, you should take a few more steps to the side, so that you can sit back and watch this shocking scene, instead of becoming a backdrop.

But giving an enemy like Artho a chance just for the sake of dignity is definitely not what a smart person should do. What’s more, this situation is not a surprise.

Roland’s true red eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at the confused expression of Artosh, who also rushed in and was as immobile as himself, and the corners of his mouth curved in a bad way.

“Artosh, you seem to be too obsessed with this war and can’t distinguish between the purpose and the means.”

Although all of Roland’s efforts and strategies are geared toward the battle with Artosh, he will not put the cart before the horse.

In this war, defeating Artosh is just a necessary step.

The species of gods is an absolute concept, and cannot be compared to people who understand and use the concept later in life.

They are concepts brought to life, with the divine essence as their carrier in this world.

Even Artesio cannot compete with Cainas for the protection of nature, or compete with Okan for his weapon forging skills, even if he is far superior to these two gods in terms of realm and magnitude, so much so that he can kill them with one blow. got them.

In the same way, no matter how many gods combined, it is impossible to defeat Artosh, because he is the strongest concept itself.

Like Roland and Hatirem, the Final Dragon, who also mastered the concept of time and could influence each other. Different from fighting without ignoring each other’s authority, it was impossible to compete with the gods for authority.

Even if Starkiller is used to detonate the Elven Corridor to create the most powerful force that no one can match, the Star Cup will most likely fall into Artosh’s hands.

Because the Star Cup will only appear next to {The Strongest}.

If he didn’t kill Artosh, he would only make wedding clothes for others. After realizing that as a strong man, he couldn’t kill Artosh, Roland changed his mind.

He had to use his power to create Starkiller after Artho was no longer {the strongest} to achieve the same effect.

Apart from the possibility of being directly beaten to death by Artex in the process, this plan was perfect.

After all, the moment Starkiller pulls the trigger, even if it is just a human being who pulls the trigger, there will be no character in this universe who meets the standard better than him.

“The law of victory has been decided.”

Roland declared in a calm voice and looked at the thing floating in front of him after the stream of water flowing out of the Elf Corridor reached the top and began to gradually vent.

It was like a ray of light, with a pentagram emerging, a regular dodecahedron in the shape of a star.

Although the distance between Artexu and Roland was not too far from the perspective of a strong person, the thing did not even look at the God of War and took the initiative to appear within Roland’s reach.

This is something that will only appear next to the real winner, and others will not even have a chance to touch it.

There was still a hint of astonishment on Artosh’s face. In front of that mysterious and beautiful light, along with the strong will to fight, there was also endless fear.

“Star Cup…”

Artexu thought of Roland’s spirit when he was at his strongest.

I am the one who holds victory in my hands.

It turned out that he didn’t lie. When he grasped the sword, he had indeed grasped victory.

As long as he reaches out his hand, the Star Grail will take the initiative to fall into his arms. Then, Roland, who has become the only god, can kill him with a flick of his finger.

But Artexu didn’t have any extra words, he just used the environment as much as possible to expand his power.

Although he had the idea that he would never be able to win, the difference between Artosh and Final Dragon lies in his willingness to challenge.

The truth about war is that it lasts forever.

Even if you defeat one person, a new strong person will appear. Even if you defeat this person, an even stronger strong person will appear.

As long as the human soul exists, war will arise from it, and fighting will begin. The consciousness born from this infinite and eternal reincarnation, the cyclical fate, is him, Artesu.

Roland’s winning of the Star Cup was equivalent to victory, but losing the strongest Artosh didn’t necessarily think that it was a failure.

After all, isn’t the strongest right in front of you?

Realizing that he is a weakling, the opportunity to challenge forward is right in front of him!

The fighting spirit that was even more fierce than before turned into light and burned in Artosh’s eyes. His marrow screamed, causing countless voids around him to condense in his body like a tide.

But Artosh was still not satisfied. He took a deep breath and let more power flow through his body.

This move beyond the limit caused his strong body to crack like wasteland. In the cracks, you can still see the blazing light that never disperses.

Although he was enduring severe pain that he had never experienced before, Artesio showed a joyful smile and prepared to face the end.

However, the original power that could reshape the world was not shown. Roland just stared at the star cup in front of him quietly, but did not reach out to touch it, but let him fly to the higher one behind him. The end of the trend.

Why didn’t Roland get the Star Cup?

Artosh experienced for the first time what it felt like to be frightened.

With that kind of power right in front of him, it was an irresistible temptation for him. Why could Roland let the Star Cup rise little by little?

Obviously at such a moment, any hesitation is the behavior of a fool.

And unlike himself, who wanted to experience the strongest meaning more than becoming the only god, Roland’s purpose was to seize the throne of the only god.

So why can he endure this kind of scene?

“Because before that, I have one more thing to do.”

In the midst of nothingness, Roland’s voice appeared in Artosh’s mind.

“You are the strong one and I am the weak one. This is an objective fact that cannot be denied. I will not feel any resentment about this matter.”

“It is natural for the strong to ravage the weak, and as long as the strong can be defeated, the weak is allowed to use any means. Victory and then dominance, nothing else matters.”

Even time and space do not exist here, but spiritual communication does not require these extra media, only a strong enough belief is enough.

And now, Roland’s thoughts were like bullets, piercing Artosh’s heart word by word.

“As long as you get the Star Cup, I can crush you like an ant, but no matter from which point of view, you are not so powerful that you have to rely on such a mechanical god to surpass you.”

“If I really do this, doesn’t it mean that I will run away from you if possible?”

As if his disguise was torn off, Roland revealed a cruel and ferocious smile that Artesh had never seen before.

“When I think about this, I feel very unhappy! Everything that makes me uneasy must become a stepping stone for me to surpass. If I don’t do this, I will not feel at ease or satisfied.”

“So, before I hold the Star Cup, I have to transcend the divine species,”

Roland stretched out his hand, and with his movement, the blood-red heart light suddenly expanded and exploded, splashing red onto nothingness like a volcano erupting.

Obviously, when Alt was absorbing the original power, he was not doing nothing.

“Artesio, use your blood as a gift for me to ascend the throne!”

This completely unexpected change in the situation caused a completely opposite look to appear on Artosh’s face.

The previous determination to fight against the odds was replaced by the confusion of not knowing what to do.

Artosh could understand Roland’s thoughts. There was indeed a big gap in strength between the two, but it was not to the point where there was no possibility of winning, especially after losing the strongest.

If Roland’s condition had not been completely exhausted before, a real fight with real swords and guns would not be without the possibility of victory.

Ending everything through the Star Cup is indeed not the best ending, but as far as Artosh is concerned, this matter is not something that needs to be cared about.

Just as he doesn’t feel ashamed of the cheating concept of {the strongest}, Roland used strategy, hard work, and will to win these, which is a result that he is blameless and convinced of.

Artexu wanted to say something and looked at Roland in the sky.

Then, he met a pair of warm eyes.

For a moment, Artosh had the illusion that he was at the bottom of the sea.

Darkness and fear, as if all warmth and all power were taken away in an instant.

Unable to struggle, unable to breathe, only the feeling of a little bit of existence being wiped out.

“What a monster…”

Without the need for words to communicate, Artesio understood Roland’s will.

It was pure murderous intention and determination without any unnecessary purpose.

Even if I don’t use the Star Cup, I will definitely be the winner.

“Hahahahaha!”

Artosh laughed wildly and took a deep breath.

“Well, that’s right, that’s what it has to be. It’s better to say it’s the only way to do it! Roland, you are indeed the best opponent!”

“——Among all the enemies I have ever encountered, I, Artex, would like to call you the strongest!”

The God of War’s wings were all spread out, and the excited sound caused the original magic power around him to vibrate.

“But don’t forget, you are still a challenger now!”

Artosh smiled and raised his hand, letting the power of the leap roar within it, turning into a glorious spear that could burn to ashes even with time.

There is a hidden restriction for the winner of the Star Cup. The Star Cup will flow out along with the flow of the Elf Corridor. This power, which is enough to build the world, cannot be described in terms of concentration.

Other races are not even qualified to touch it and will disappear into thin air. Even if they are far apart, their power will be greatly weakened due to the dissipation of the great source of the Elf Corridor.

Only the gods are different. They are the only race born in the Elf Corridor. The essence of the gods is the power of the great source.

If they are far away, the power of the gods will be weakened equally, but if they are close, this state will be like returning to the mother’s womb, which will greatly increase their strength. The original special figure can appear at the last moment. It’s also for this reason.

The moment he was washed away by the source, Artexu’s energy-consuming device began to be filled up, and he even broke through the limit again, transforming towards a stronger posture.

“It is undeniable now that the only people in the world who can truly be called the strongest are you and me.”

He raised the tip of the spear in his hand, trampled and ravaged everything around him, and then his whole body turned into a blurry phantom, letting the white straight line full of fighting and killing intent point directly at Roland’s heart.

“So, Roland, let me end your life!”

Loud roars resounded in the silent universe, and the space was pierced by long blazing lights in the wail.

At the end of the white straight line, Roland also showed a cruel and excited smile, and gently placed his hand on his chest.

Suddenly, the light of the heart, which included nothingness, began to condense, and immediately surrounded Roland’s hands. The silver double helix also danced in the twist, playing a prelude to victory.

Such a majestic and sacred posture even stunned Artosh, who was charging, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously curved in admiration.

It is precisely because he is the strongest that he can recognize that it is not a concept or a rule, but something deeper in the soul.

That is the reason why after tens of thousands of years, the name of the God of War is still Artesiu, and after traveling through many worlds, Roland is still Roland.

Desire, obsession, ideal, it has many names, just like death has countless ways.

And now, the name given to it by its owner is

“——Slash the emperor, come out!”