In the absence of attribute restraint or the strength is not at all a level, the gap between the strong can only affect the advantages and disadvantages of the battle situation, but cannot determine life and death.

Roland, who has multiple personalities, wants to destroy Verethrana, and he still has to be at close range to maximize the benefits, otherwise before all the magic is consumed, and the anti-Messiah is restrained, Verethlana can use his immortality to grind with him for a long time.

After all, he is a god of disobedience, not a god-killer who usurps divine power, and there is no restriction that the incarnation can only be used once a day.

But both of them knew that the moment Longinus's spear was thrown, the victory was already sealed.

As Veleslana said before, Roland, who has been sealed as a person and has lost all his power, is the beginning of civilization as long as he is alive, and if it weren't for Artexiu's personal action, Willeslana would only be able to make Roland's will fall into chaos at most, and begin to split like the original Eva, turning into an apostle and even a human being, creating a new world.

And because Roland has added a lot of magical factors to his growth, compared to EVA, the apostles and humans born of Roland are probably much more terrifying, and those new beings will be eager to make up for it under the aggregation of instincts, until Roland recovers.

Therefore, even if this god-killing spear was not obtained from the type moon, like the Noble Phantasm, it was a weapon of the law of cause and effect that contained a concept in itself, but a spiritual suit derived from the apostle's flesh that Roland had replenished.

This chaotic nature makes Veleslana's immortality completely unopposed.

The fluttering red corpses were mixed with the raging air current, scattered like raindrops, flying like snowflakes, slowly covering the body of the defeated and falling back to the earth.

Only the young man standing in the sky is still pure.

"I'm looking forward to it."

Roland watched Velethrana's slowly passing body, and was friendly to the god who had brought him pleasure and path, even though he had just stabbed Veleslana in the heart.

Eventually, in his calm gaze, the figure of the God of Victory also turned into a point of light.

"Chering Weleslana, recovered."

"Lord Roland!"

The long-lost message came out of Roland's thoughts, and the excited shouts of Gypril also came, but whether it was the message of the new spirit or the call of the girl, Roland had no time to pay attention to it at this moment.

He let out a long exhale, gasping softly, and his face turned a little pale.

In the original book, the spear of Longinus was made from the roots left behind by the tree of life that was born after the unity of the apostles, so it was able to penetrate the AT position and even shatter the source of life of the apostles.

But in order to have a nirvana effect on an existence like Veleslana, Roland can only use life force and spirit as fuel to promote the burning of magic power, and use his own flesh and blood as materials to forge it.

With the loss of both Beast and Infinity, it would be a heavy burden for him to deliver such a fatal blow.

Coupled with the use of the Time Grid to block Veleslana, as well as the previous use of Lope's spell and limited control of the wild boar, such a large amount of consumption in a short period of time also caused Roland to have a lot of fatigue.

"No wonder the power of perpetual motion machines will be desired by so many people, so it seems that I was really a little blessed before."

Roland sighed lightly, watching as the unsealing of the person began to surge back in his body, endless power.

His previous consumption of Veleslana's nirvana, in the face of this infinity, was just a small problem that could be recovered in a short time.

The power of the perpetual motion machine was inconspicuous in Roland's memories in the past, and even before that, Roland's attention to it was more of an accessory product of sublimating the soul and body and solving the influence of the spirit.

Roland smiled noncommittally, since he embarked on this path, he had never been bothered by the problem of magic power, the soul of the Holy Lord, the body of the apostle, these two options were enough to make him squander his magic power like a loser, and after learning how to use magic better, this consumption was even smaller.

After the end of the earth error, the infinity formed by the combination of the third method of the soul's perpetual motion machine and the S2 mechanism of the life's perpetual motion machine made Roland forget what consumption was, so that in the later months, his nirvana was quite biased towards the power of the brick fly.

And in the battle of the same person, Roland really realized her preciousness.

His body was like a day of walking in the desert, and a traveler who had not yet entered the water met an oasis, trying to absorb this pure and surging magic greedily, almost until he broke it.

But Roland deliberately suppressed this desire and still let it recover according to its normal state.

It was power and knowledge that chased him, not the other way around.

Power is only a means to keep going, and putting the cart before the horse is a more terrible thing than more failure, because then there is no turning back.

As one of the few enemies who made the most of his means, he still cherished the weaknesses and experiences he had gained from the other party, and had not been aware of them in the past.

The AT stance of isolation from everything can make him resistant to any external interference, but it cannot change his own heart, and only by defeating his weak self can he complete the real completion.

"It's the first time I've been so embarrassed......

Shaking his palm, Roland turned his head and looked at the girl next to him.

While he and Veleslaner had squandered their pure magic just now, Gypril had also reaped some benefits from it, and had grown up a year or two, but despite the curiosity in his eyes, Gybril still maintained his obedient gesture of holding Roland's arm, and did not speak as usual.

"Although it is only the aftermath of the escape, the fury of this power is still beyond the control of ordinary life, and you can weave a technique to use it in real time, you have done a good job,"

Roland praised calmly.

"So, before you ask me, in exchange, I'd like to ask you a question as well......"

Before Roland's question could be spoken, Gybril flapped the wings on her waist and shook her head firmly as if she realized something.

"Lord Roland, I have never had such an emotion of disappointment with you."

"Why?"

Roland blinked and smiled slightly.

"Obviously, I just said that I would challenge your creator Artexiu, but I was already a little embarrassed in the battle with the God of Victory, and I think I was too arrogant to take it for granted."

"If it's just because of the difference in strength, I have such thoughts, then I can't kill that lizard at all, is the gap between you and Lord Artexiu bigger than me and that lizard?"

"Not yet."

The general dragon spirit species has the power to rival the lower god species, and can instantly kill a single Tianyi species, and the current Roland has a huge gap with Altexiu, but it is not enough to be killed in seconds when they meet.

"Then will you give up challenging Lord Arteshu because of this gap?"

"Absolutely not, or rather, I have no choice but to defeat that guy."

The Star Cup is something Roland has set out to obtain, and before killing Hatirem, his ultimate goal in this world is to kill Artexiu.

"In that case, why should I be disappointed?"

Gypril smiled wistfully and stared earnestly at Roland's face.

From the moment it was created, Gybril pursued the miracle that could make the impossible possible.

In this world where the strong are always strong and the weak can only huddle together for warmth, the races that only want to survive simply cannot understand the sensibility of believing in miracles.

Because that was the experience they had gained from the painful lessons of the past, the Sky Wing Species was able to kill the Forest Essence Species in an instant, and they could not kill the Dragon Essence Species without forming a group to fight it...... Are these things true?

Facts, of course.

But is it impossible for these invisible reputations to be overthrown?

Gypril would never admit it.

She wants to turn these things around little by little, until she looks at the whole world, and this is the meaning and joy of her existence.

So even for Artexiu, who is the creator, Gibril only respects and does not obey.

The huge gap in strength can only prove the strength of the other party, and cannot be called her god.

Even the beasts that only exist in the wild know that they can sense the difference between strong and weak, so that they can avoid it at the right time, or show their claws and fangs, and the sixteen races with intellect can't do better than the beasts?

There is nothing to reproach in the admiration and obedience of the weak to the strong, but if she were to regard it as an absolute rule, and lose the courage to pursue pleasure, she would never regard it as her master.

And now, Gypril has finally confirmed Roland's eligibility.

His possibilities and will are limitless.

"So, as you raise the flag against the strongest god, please let me be a force for you to penetrate his heart, and whether the final result is life or death, I will meet that happy ending with satisfaction."

Gypril folded her hands and hung her head in front of Roland, the glittering geometric wheel of light moved to the back of her head, and the wings around her waist were unconsciously folded.

Roland looked at the blushing girl with some astonishment, and through the information he had received before, he could recognize that this was a posture for the Tianyi species to express absolute loyalty.

Although he had this in mind when he took Kibril with him, he didn't expect that this somewhat missed battle would become the last straw.

I seem to be a little too good at attracting magical girls, am I really so twisted?

Roland stared blankly and touched the soft hair of Gypril.

"Even if you want to refuse, I won't let you escape...... However, Alter is your creator, isn't it a bit too fast? ”

Hearing Roland's question, the girl's eyes subconsciously looked at the boundless sky, since ancient times, the peerless god of war has always been on the throne of the sky, observing everything on the earth.

So has the battle here already attracted his attention?

What kind of expression did he show when he saw another challenger who could stand in the sky and end the window of the throne?

Gybril raised her head and chuckled in a low voice, "Although the other Celestial Wings may not understand, I can be sure that the fact that someone was torn off that throne is exactly what he is looking forward to, or rather, for Lord Artexiu, my dedication is more in line with his heart." ”

"I can understand what you mean, but in this way, it seems that Alt is too weird to fix it," the corners of Roland's mouth twitched, and he followed Gypril's gaze.

"Then it's time to prepare for the next step."

Hearing this, Gybril frowned and spoke softly.

"With all due respect, Lord Roland, I don't know if you still have unexposed cards, but in my shallow eyes, your odds are ...... now."

"It's not high, is it?"

Roland shrugged, a hideous smile on his lips.

"But because of this, there is a value of the challenge, not to mention, the enemy is obediently waiting for me to come to the door like a villain, if I waste his kindness like this, even I will not forgive myself, before challenging him, let me unify the other races a little...... Well, let's start with the human race. ”

"Do those weak people really have the value to participate in, compared to other gods, you simply treat this war as a game?"

Gypril smiled bitterly, a mixed expression of surprise and admiration on her face, and then said such an assessment.

Even if she is already very enlightened, her arrogance towards the weak race is engraved in her bones, unless the enemy shows her true value, otherwise the ordinary Jebril is even worse than the average Celestial Wing species.

The act of collecting pieces one by one and then fighting a decisive battle like Roland is like a player for achievement and fun.

"This sentence is really a bit biased, the strength of the strength is closely related to how its owner uses it, not to mention that the potential of other races is far greater than you think."

Even if he has only seen the theatrical version, he knows that the potential of the Sixteen Races is by no means something that can be described by the data on paper.

They are a race created by the concept of a god species born from the roots, and their characteristics are revealed in front of Roland, who has opened up a global perspective.

The Void Zero Protection of the Forest Essence Race, and the Bone Explosion of the Goblin Race, although the official believes that in the face of the power of Artexiu, the combined strength of these races is far inferior.

But considering their own strength like ants, this possibility is enough to make Roland tempted.

If used properly, they are bound to be an important factor in Roland's heart through Altexiu's heart.

You know, it's often the last straw that crushes the camel, and whether it would be unfair to join forces?

This is not a psychological pressure for Roland, who has to keep a hand in the Holy Grail War that completely crushed the past, he is too steady.

"And war is a dirty game, right? In that case, isn't it a matter of course for me to become a dirtier player? ”

Roland smiled cynically and cast his gaze slightly on the Key to All Souls in his hand.

"But before I can do that, I'll have to make this guy a good job."

- Covenant Spirit [Vereslana] (Uncontracted)

(End of chapter)