Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

In the shrinking sky, the figure of the blonde beauty was spit out by the surrounding space in disgust.

Rita Rojian staggered a few steps like a puppet whose strings were cut, and then collapsed to the ground.

Her face turned pale and blue, and her round chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

At this moment, the girl was like the victim in the book who received a videotape sent by his wife who had been away from home for several months.

The beautiful and charming face was full of distortions caused by anger and humiliation, but under these emotions, there was a hint of strangeness that she herself could not explain.

However, there was nothing she could do about it.

Although she was able to replace her own existence with an illusion by relying on the power of the Rose Demon Eye, she still needed to accept the feelings on the spiritual level.

Therefore, before the scene that seemed to still remain in her retina, like the falling sun, faded away.

This uncontrollable chill would probably continue to occupy every inch of her body.

That was really beyond common sense.

Although the ancestor of the dead apostles had gotten rid of the weakness of not being able to walk in the sun, this was different from a real sun falling down.

No, after all, can the sun really be used to describe that attack?

In the face of that attack that was like the dawn, she neither felt the pain of being burned nor saw the scene of her body gradually vaporizing in the white smoke.

The regeneration ability brought by her conceptual immortality did not even enter the stage of activation, and the chain was interrupted because of the annihilation of existence.

The planet was shattered like an egg smashed by a fist.

"Ouch..."

Rita covered her mouth and retched.

Just a little association, her brain became more and more dizzy, and her body also made an instinctive resistance sound.

Whether it was the ability of the magic eye itself or the principle blood ring, it was just a joke in front of the other party's existence.

That power was beyond the scope of the imagination of this alien world.

If that enemy was real, she would definitely die without a burial place.

"Fortunately, it was just an illusion created by Roland's ability based on her memories..."

Rita Rojian muttered to herself.

"Illusion?"

Suddenly, she widened her eyes in disbelief.

Perhaps because of the relief of surviving the catastrophe, Rita's brain, which had gradually shut down during death, was restarted again, and the expression on her face became paler and paler.

The confusion that was previously covered by the power beyond cognition also erupted like a soda after shaking it.

That existence was obviously beyond the upper limit of her ability, so why could she still create the other party's illusion?

Did Roland do something?

Although she didn't want to boost others' ambitions and destroy her own prestige, Rita still had to admit that she seemed to have accidentally stepped into a big pit.

The other world created by her rose magic eye was not simply a change from false to real, but a manifestation of the past state.

Therefore, even if she weaves a memory that she believes in, she will not be manifested by the magic eye if she has not experienced it.

Otherwise, if she has always had such an obvious weakness, she would have been replaced by other ancestors or her kind in the modern era when the technology of personality transformation is very mature.

If the memory just now is true, then Roland's essence is likely to be deeply related to the outside world, and it is not surprising that he has such great power.

However, can he survive such an attack?

No, it is not enough to just survive it.

Judging from the crazy laughter she heard at the end, the battle would not end if the powerful and terrifying enemy was not killed.

In other words, did Roland win?

What kind of monster is he... the human body of the god of the Cross?

Rita shook her head vigorously to drive these bad possibilities out of her mind.

It was obviously the world she created, but she couldn't even understand what happened.

There is nothing more frightening than this.

The girl looked at the calm sky and remained silent.

And at this moment.

"Don't worry, Miss Rita."

Just like before, without any signs or traces, Roland appeared beside her again.

As if he didn't notice her alert expression, he walked to her side leisurely.

"...What do you mean by don't worry?"

Rita frowned, forcibly suppressed the instinct to attack, and asked calmly.

"It was the scene just now."

Roland's mouth curled up slightly, with a relaxed expression on his face.

"You invited me to participate in this stage so kindly, I will naturally not be unromantic and take the initiative."

As he said this, he raised his head so that the girl could see his pupils more clearly.

In those scarlet eyes, the magic circle exactly the same as the Rose Demon Eye was running at high speed in the center.

"I just arranged the venue for this banquet with the attitude that a guest should have."

"Although you were crushed like a bug in the battle between me and Artosh, don't worry, this is still your world, and I didn't take away your dominance."

"Don't be ridiculous!"

Even though she knew she couldn't win, Rita still refuted this point without hesitation.

In the gloomy pupils of the girl, the flame of resentment was burning.

"How could my magic eye carry something of that level! Are you teasing me on purpose?"

This idea could not explain the current out-of-control situation at all.

Even if Roland deliberately teased her and was swallowed by her Principle Blood Ring without resistance, he could not invade her world at will.

This idea came about not because Rita did not recognize the reality.

On the contrary, this conclusion was the judgment she made after recognizing the reality.

The Principle Blood Ring is different from the inherent barrier. It is a set of living rules and is unique.

If the inherent barrier can have similar textures due to individual differences, but the power is not inferior to the original branch route, once the replica of the Principle Blood Ring appears, it will be greatly inferior to the original because the uniqueness of the principle is occupied.

If Roland imitated the power of the Rose Magic Eye and the other party captured her, perhaps the difference in the rules and scale of the alien planet could be used to avoid this.

But when the user is me, even if I intend to resist, I will only blow up this special world.

Even if I am at an absolute disadvantage, this underlying logic will not change at all.

The other party really wants to tease me, to make me misjudge, so that I am unwilling to continue to try the previous scene, and then gradually lose control under that destruction, and finally can't even escape in the infinite death, so I can only surrender obediently.

Rita thought secretly.

"Well, indeed, this idea can't be completely wrong, the idea is probably this, but I deliberately defined the scope of the stage and only used one scene. You underestimated me too much. In this way, you will at most fall into the despair of being calculated."

"If you want to make your spirit completely collapse, you still have to let you act freely, and finally find that you can't do anything. It's more appropriate."

"So, before there is no possibility of redemption in your heart, I won't do anything."

Roland said extremely bad words in a matter-of-fact tone.

"This situation beyond your comprehension is because even if I don't do anything to defend myself, you can't see into my heart."

"So I took advantage of the fact that this world was created by the Magic Eye and changed the subject of the manifestation, from the picture in your normal field of vision to the Magic Eye of Rose reflected in my eyes in your field of vision."

"It's just the principle of a simple mirror, just like the beauty you felt before. If I put it this way, you can understand it, right?"

At this point, Rita certainly understood what Roland meant.

The beauty she felt from him before was the extreme point of the world being able to barely accommodate the domain of the other dimension.

If people's aesthetics are cultivated for survival, to avoid crises or to find happiness, Roland's beauty is simply given.

Therefore, no matter what kind of aesthetics one has, even if she has a special hobby and is like-minded with the White Knight under Altluki, who is a male but only sucks the blood of beautiful boys, she will be moved by this beauty.

Just as gold can become a treasure recognized by different countries despite the difference between land and sea, this saint also has the ability to define his own existence as popular and fix this cognition around him, a perfect beauty that is like a foul.

He is the benchmark of beauty.

If Roland's essence can not only define the benchmark of beauty, but also define the fantasy of the world, it is not strange that the world in her eyes will change like this.

"..."

Rita Rojian's eyes inevitably wavered.

Sometimes, too much knowledge can become the source of disaster.

Now she has personally experienced the meaning of this sentence.

The last person who modified the world's longing to a point beyond the standard was the lake fairy who forged the holy sword.

When she thought that Roland also had this possibility, the corresponding feeling of awe surged into the girl's heart.

It was the impulse to kneel down immediately.

If she did this, she might be much more relaxed next time.

But——

"What a joke! I gave up Barthamero, I gave up the Magic Eye Collection Train, I gave up so many valuable things, just to get this opportunity, just to surrender to a human!"

Rita said bitterly.

"I will never admit it!"

"That's just what I want."

Roland said with a smile.

"It would be a pity if a charming girl like you just gave up so wisely."

"Watching the arrogant young lady with flawed personality grow up step by step into a more obedient and obedient woman...excellent woman has always been my favorite part."

Although Roland's face showed a sincere and gentle smile at this time, in Rita Rojian's view, it was no different from the devil's grin.

The ominous premonition suddenly increased.

But despite this, she did not intend to change her decision.

For Rita, who claims to be an artist and a proud young lady of the nobility, succumbing to the pressure of the world is tantamount to denying her past life.

"I don't believe that for you now, none of your past enemies are worth anything!"

As long as one lives inside the world, he will be bound by possibilities.

Even the evil gods who invaded the real world from the outside of the universe, there are more than one.

Even if Roland has surpassed all the enemies in his memory to get to where he is now, there must be at least one person who makes him feel difficult.

Defeating the enemy and surpassing the other party's worldview are two different things.

Even if it is the restraining force, he dare not say that he controls everything in the world.

It is impossible that he has surpassed the infinite universe itself now, right?

Rita Rojian waved her arm, and the world changed again.

Risking to be killed, Rita once again looked for the battle that Roland had left a deep impression on.

So, the world began to jump again like a swinging light band.

More and more scenes she had never seen and enemies she had never imagined emerged like a passing show.

From the future city full of science fiction, to the outer universe, and even the void where nothing exists.

From the roaring monster with a rotating magnetic field, to the archangel covering the sky with water wings, and even the boy wearing a fiery red shirt and covering his right hand.

However, despite the changes in the scenes and enemies, her ending was the same.

Although the strength of those enemies was not fixed, some were weaker than the divine strike, and some were stronger than the divine strike.

But even the weakest one, with her strength, could only die without struggling in the attack.

Finally, in the ever-changing world, in the pain of jumping back and forth between death and life, life and death, Rita's mind began to numb.

Her whole body was filled with a dizzy and distorted feeling.

But even so, she had no intention of stopping.

Because as the scene jumped, the spirit that Rita recognized in Roland became stronger and stronger.

Like a peerless sword that was formed after being tempered by fire thousands of times, even if you just look at it, your eyes will feel stinging, as if you were stabbed.

Yes, her efforts so far have not been in vain.

Rita Rojian clearly realized that she was gradually approaching Roland's reality.

As long as she didn't stop, this memory would continue to extend.

Soon, she would find a memory with the right intensity.

As long as Roland was entangled by the enemy at that time, even if it was only for a moment, she could seize this gap to escape.

In the case of such an arrogant opponent, the competition was no longer about strength itself, but her mental threshold and the purity of Roland's enemy.

Although those enemies were indeed very strong, relying on the magic eye, she could regain her confidence even if she was killed countless times...

"Roland, we are here to negotiate terms."

A soft and graceful voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Following closely, there was a tremor that ran through the whole body and reached the depths of the brain.

Under the strong sense of crisis, Rita even stopped breathing.

The owner of this voice, this new enemy, was fundamentally different from the previous ones.

Rita forced her almost frozen body to move, and looked at Roland who had been beside her, like watching a big show.

Beside the opponent, two women were surrounding him on the left and right.

One was tall, with long, soft silver hair, chocolate-like skin, and a charming figure covered by a thin bandage.

The other was petite, wearing a mini cheongsam, with a Chinese talisman on her forehead. She seemed to be a vampire, but much more profound.

"Nephthys, my lady."

Roland uttered the names of the two people, with a nostalgic look on his face.

"It's been a long time since I saw this kind of female ghost."

Such a frivolous answer made Rita's heart almost rise to her throat.

Although it was an illusion that was infinitely close to reality, the overwhelming power was not false at all.

Even with this breath alone, the world might explode into pieces like glass.

In front of such an enemy, why could Roland still be so arrogant?

Sure enough, as if stimulated by such words, several other huge breaths also emerged as if in response.

The smoke mirror with a prosthetic leg, Cthulhu whose appearance could not be observed, and Nuada with a silver right arm and high fighting spirit.

Without any special means, just showing its presence, the oppressive feeling that seemed to distort and collapse the world began to impact everything around it.

In the face of such power, Rita was instantly unable to move, and even her thoughts were almost frozen.

She could do nothing except staring and watching.

"This response is a bit beyond my expectation. You are facing the real Gremlin, but you answered like this. It seems that you are quite confident."

The silver-haired demon pointed his finger at his chin, showing a curious look.

"Could it be that you have found a way to fight against our demon army?"

"Of course,"

Roland replied with a smile, pointing directly at Rita.

"Isn't she right next to me?"

"......?!!"

Rita didn't even have time to show her disbelief. The next moment, several cold murderous intentions and infinite power spread like a tide, completely drowning her in death. (End of this chapter)