Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Using the method of passing on fire, Roland can get a little free buffer time while getting rid of the throne.

At first glance, this approach is completely whimsical.

The function of the Golden Throne is to amplify the principle of eternal calamity.

It is precisely because Roland has achieved a balance between life and death with the principle of reincarnation that the apostle of the Sixth Supreme Heaven under the throne is trapped in a dream.

Once he comes back to life, the other party will wake up immediately.

However, nothing is absolute in the world.

Just like the reversal of dreams and reality is only in a moment, the state of the Sixth Heaven Snake trapped in the dream is also closely related to Roland.

For example, when Roland just sat on the throne and there was no possibility at all, the other party just barely entered a state of half-sleep and half-wake, and it could wake up seamlessly if there was any abnormality in the throne above.

But the advantage of accumulation is that it will not completely lose the room for turning around.

Although the extraordinary in the original world, it is impossible for Roland to recover.

But as the Fantasy Park plan progresses, the abnormal power extracted from the mutation is enough to serve as a springboard. Roland's dream penetrates into the magic world and uses the connection of these channels to reappear his reality.

As Roland passes through the system of the magic world step by step and feeds the power in it back to the true form, his connection with this world becomes closer.

This also means that the dream shrouding the Sixth Heaven Snake is gradually expanding.

When Roland and Aiwass signed a contract and used the magnetic field universe to reverse and become the complete formula solver, the boundary between reality and illusion has almost disappeared.

Now in this universe and even in the phase, the web of his dream is everywhere.

Every inch of the Sixth Heaven Snake is wrapped in this realistic dream. Under such inertia, even if the principle of eternal calamity is lifted, as long as the dream continues, it will be like a person who is confused after staying up late. Even if it wakes up, it has to pause in a trance to regain its thinking and sense of reality.

And now, it is the moment when the curtain is about to fall on the world stage that was once noisy.

Just like the initial fire that gave birth to the law and allowed the world to continue, although the specifications are different, not everyone is qualified to pass on the fire to the Golden Throne.

"Aige."

"I'm ready."

When Roland looked over, Sajo Aige also gently stuck out her tongue, and her crystal-clear jade feet were pulled out from behind Laura and stepped on the soft hair.

This separation is the symbol of her complete control over Laura.

Although reluctant, under the manipulation of the Root Princess, the demon face behind Laura slowly rose, allowing the strange and mysterious light to cover Aleister's body.

The fatal darkness instantly swallowed Aleister's face, and the eyeballs in his eye sockets melted instantly.

Looking from the gap in the mouth, what was revealed was not lips and teeth, but a deep darkness, just like a black hole in the universe.

Moreover, unlike the black hole power with life, this darkness is as smooth as a mirror, but what can be glimpsed from it is not a simple reflection, but an ominous fear.

After the darkness wrapped around his body like a garment, Aleister raised his head and took a deep breath of cold air.

——When he exhaled again, it had turned into a red wind that distorted the light and shadow around him.

As Aleister's breathing rate increased, sparks appeared on his skin, and it intensified like a furnace pumping bellows.

The flames swept like a wave, roaring like a beast.

It couldn't wait to swallow Aleister into its red abdomen, letting the misty and violent flames drip on him, leaving a series of shocking gullies.

However, this seemingly terrifying scene was not a fatal injury, but the process of refining firewood.

To reach the noble realm, it is necessary to change the form of life through dedication.

Just like the rituals of the demons, except that this form called the Fire King is more terrifying.

After the disappearance of the principle of eternal calamity, even if the Sixth Heaven Snake has not reacted, after being untied, its own breath will still passively exterminate everything around it.

To maintain this huge grid dream, it is necessary to use the fuel called possibility to fight against it, otherwise it will be exposed immediately.

However, although it is said lightly, the so-called possibility is not something that can be captured so easily.

It refers to another destination that can be reached if a different choice is made from reality.

One of the contract spirits that constitutes Roland's starting point, Shenzuo Deliu, is the best interpretation.

He can do everything with all the talents in the world, but he has done nothing, so he has infinite possibilities.

The talent to reach the end is the basis for the existence of this possibility.

Just like the famous scientist who gave up continuing to study and chose to paint when he was young, this change cannot be called a possibility, but just a wrong choice.

Therefore, the possibilities contained in ordinary humans are not qualified to be used as firewood, and will disappear completely when they approach the throne.

Although the possibilities of the demon gods are infinite, their wrong paths make them more like incombustible substances, and they cannot hide the Sixth Heaven Serpent at all.

Looking around the world, only Aleister can be the material for the Cinder King to refine.

So after knowing that he was attacked by Laura, Aleister did not put up any extra resistance, because his death was the ending that Roland and he had decided before the invasion of the demon god.

The incarnation of the Fire King in human form stared at everything in front of him with empty pupils.

As a person who had been rejected, when he saw the scenery of another road through the bond, Aleister's instinct as a magician moved him to tears.

Next, it was the great moment that he personally executed.

"The time to wear the crown has come--"

Without anyone urging him, Aleister, who broke free from his restraints, took the initiative to run towards the golden throne.

The hard stairs collapsed under his footsteps, like a chariot being pushed forward, the rocks rolled down, and there was a whistling sound like thunder.

This was not intentional.

Just like the stand users always attract each other, after becoming the Fire King, the posture used for burning, the distance between him and the weird head under the throne was also invisibly stretched a lot.

Compared with the previous oppressive feeling of having difficulty breathing as if his nose was blocked, Aleister now seemed to be bathed in a malicious curse.

If he didn't let the flames on his body overflow, he wouldn't even be qualified to move his legs.

Because of this, although Aleister was not bound by anything, the closer he got to the golden throne, the more difficult it was for him to move.

Because as the distance shortened, it was not only the body and mind that were polluted, but also the erosion of the origin.

Even with the possibility of Aleister starting with billions, he would be stretched in this process.

When he was just about ten steps away, the skin on his restored body fell off like aging wall plaster.

Every time he took a step closer to the throne, his body would collapse like an amorphous stream of water.

First the muscles, then the tendons, and then the wrapped internal organs, from the heart to the brain, were all spared.

No blood spurted, and no organs were exposed.

The moment they were exposed to the outside world from the darkness, they were burned to charcoal.

In the quiet time that seemed to have stopped, under the illumination of the fire, most of Aleister's body was shaken wildly and turned into ashes flying in the air.

By the last three steps, it was no longer possible to distinguish the greatest magician of the 20th century from his appearance.

Even his remaining bones were weathered and pitted.

But the darkness in the eye sockets without eyeballs became thicker and thicker, and even the light of the universe could not dispel it, proving that this was not an empty shell with a shape.

This huge visual impact made Nephthys, who was waiting beside the throne, hold her breath.

Finally, only two and a half steps away from the throne, Aleister stopped.

If he continued to move forward, he would be crushed before he became firewood.

The shadows around the golden throne were already showing this fact.

——Not everyone is qualified to sit on the throne.

But neither Roland nor he showed any signs of anxiety.

Because the distance was enough.

If it was just a handover, there was no need to sit on the throne in person.

In the flickering of the deep light, the two of them stretched out their hands forward at the same time.

There was no slight mistake. Although it was only a moment, the white joints did touch the white fingertips gently.

The amplitude of this action was not large, but at this moment, it was as solemn as the handover of a player in a decisive game with only one point difference.

"Boom!"

The hot and sticky flames flowed like spreading thorns and expanding bright glass.

The next moment, Aleister, who was in the shape of a human torch, was swallowed up again, and what was left in the end was only standing in front of the golden throne, spewing out countless fires shaking in a spiral shape.

Roland stood up from the throne calmly and stepped over the fire of possibility indifferently.

This dazzling fire that continues the world has the power to purify everything and repair all deficiencies, but when it touches Roland, they spontaneously retreat to the sides.

A perfect miracle has no possibility of being stained by dust.

And the water of the lake cannot fill the ocean.

"Finally..."

Roland suddenly laughed, gently raised his hands, and slowly clenched them.

Jumping arcs appeared around him.

At the end of the endless plains on the other side, spider-web-like cracks also spread along with the direction of the arcs.

This is the performance of the Infinite Time Temple beginning to truly combine with this chaotic and cracked world.

However, even with such a big movement, the vague snake shadow at the foot of the golden throne did not move at all.

"Very good, if there is no reaction in this way, it seems that everything is a foregone conclusion. Then, announce it to the world."

Roland suddenly clasped his hands together, with an elegant and playful smile on his face.

"Roland, revive!"

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In the dimly lit room, the silver-haired girl unplugged the plug on her forehead and turned off the electronic screen projected in the air.

"This is the end of Aleister."

She extended her slender index finger and lifted the hat with a shining crescent moon.

"What do you think?"

"Although it looks like the end of the road, it may be a good ending for you."

Such a voice came from behind the girl.

The golden retriever, whose long fur was drooping on the ground, exhaled softly and said so.

"It's neither science nor mystery. It brings a ray of light to the world by burning everything. For an unqualified educator, this is at least a little comfort to make up for the inner comfort."

"After all, the difference between the current happy appearance of Academy City and the degenerate appearance in your hands is too big."

"You are obviously an accomplice in creating this degenerate scene with me. How dare you say that? You are obviously an old dog, aren't you?"

"It's better than you becoming a girl."

Kihara's brain stem retorted unceremoniously.

"Even if I'm not a human, I think my vision is not narrow, but seeing how you look after messing around, I can't accept it."

"So you are always just a dog named Kihara. If you can't understand the beauty and mystery of the female body and abandon unnecessary moral integrity, you can't go any further on the road of life, right?"

Aleister's tone sounded very insignificant. He didn't even feel ashamed, but stood on tiptoe with pride, and tilted his head in a cute way.

"Please keep some integrity in this regard!"

Looking at the childish-looking Aleister, Kihara's mouth twitched, and he reluctantly took out a cigar from the bag behind him.

"So, how much time is left in this world? Although the connection will be completely cut off after you become a torch, you should still be able to estimate the consumption rate."

"At least one day."

Aleister's emerald eyes flashed with a gleam, and he sighed.

"I didn't expect that my possibility is just like this."

"This is already exaggerated, {human}?" Kihara's brain spit out the smoke in his mouth, "But, one day... That means you have to try your luck after that, what about the next progress?"

"No problem, although there is no difference between dreams and reality at some times, there is an insurmountable gap at other times."

Aleister showed a charming smile on his face, and he didn't see the cold and indifferent look of the man before.

"Yes, a person like you who uses rational logic to cover up his emotions will never allow such happiness to slip away from your hands again."

Kihara Naogan changed the topic and turned his eyes to the center of the room.

——There, there is a fully enclosed swaddling cloth.

It is embedded in the center of the altar, surrounded by various advanced medical machines.

Under the altar, there are many scattered runes and magic circles.

Science and mystery, two seemingly completely different opposing elements, form a strange harmony here.

The doctor with a quack face did not participate in their conversation, but stood quietly beside the swaddling cloth, carefully checking the dynamic report.

Being cared for by the soul chaser, Aleister, and Kihara Naogan in person, even in the current Academy City, this is an unimaginable treatment.

But the two people and one dog present did not even have the slightest objection to this privilege.

But even if the other party's own value is not considered, her identity is worthy of such luxurious treatment.

It is the source of the story called the Magical Index, and it is also the reason that left Aleister with only one possibility and dedicated everything else to Roland.

"The vital signs are as stable as ever. Although I think this is not scientific at all, I have to say that magnetic field technology has really helped a lot in the field of mind-to-matter conversion."

"The only difficulty is the choice of person to deliver her, but Roland has promised to come in person anyway, so why should you worry about this?"

After noticing Aleister's gaze, the Soul Chaser also turned his head, "As a caregiver, you should know her condition better than anyone else."

The girl who inherited the name of Aleister did not respond to the Soul Chaser's words, but just stared at the name tag under the swaddling clothes and smiled faintly.

There, engraved with beautiful words that she would never get bored with.

——Lilith Crowley.