Roland's face did not fluctuate, but the new bright light in his hand had already sent out a huge and majestic roar towards the world.

Then, its chains spread like cobwebs, multiplying like petals, centering on the crumbling darkness in Roland's hands, stretching its body like wings.

The power of the Elven Source Stream, which used heaven and earth as a reflection, also shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye in the diffuse light.

In order to manifest the desire in the heart, it is impossible to carry it by relying on the materialization of the Void Virus and the AT force field alone, and even if this energy is forcibly restrained, it is just like shackling a bomb with an empty shell.

But Roland had put a lot of effort into creating a canon that was several times better than the original Star Slayer, not just to break through the star core.

It is sublimated by the elves, and it is the best carrier.

As a result, the Star Slayer, who had just been filled with nothingness, had become another part of the plate of power, but unlike the Elven Source who had just sublimated its energy, this time the change was more like fusion and even evolution.

After absorbing this essence, it will transcend its original name as a star-slayer and become a part of the world-devouring army.

After the blood-colored heart light completed the first step of the configuration, because of the black hole-like gravity of the emerging void, Roland was finally able to gain insight into Altexiu's trajectory.

The god of war is struggling to move forward in a light that escapes like a mire.

"Although the power of the god race is not worth mentioning, being too arrogant is a manifestation of weakness, but in terms of conceptual type, although Kainas is not qualified to compete with you, in terms of the value of the divine essence, you are no different from its essence."

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Roland's mouth, "It's too wasteful to devour the essence of the gods as energy, and the essence of nature is not without merit as materials." ”

As soon as the words fell, with a blue color, full of rich life breath and bright and scorching, the essence of steel disappeared into the multiplying light.

The next moment, the light set off waves like the surface of the sea, and in the deep light, which was so violent that it seemed to encompass everything, there appeared a touch of inappropriate green, and a surging emotion as angry as the tide.

The overflowing emotion made time and space tremble, and an unbearable wail sounded.

It was the hatred that came from the Origin Star beneath their feet before it perished.

Although it has not yet given birth to a psychic mind, it already has the instinct and wisdom to seek advantage and avoid harm, which will increase the power of Cainas, allowing him to mend his scarred body even when he is unconscious.

Even using the Divine Essence, it can temporarily merge with Kainas and briefly show its power.

Similarly, when the essence of nature was thrown in, with the help of the wreckage that was constantly merging, the will and resentment of the planet before its death also rushed into Roland's void.

After they poured in, the speed at which the faint light shone was even faster than before.

Seeing that the shell of the AT stance was about to be unable to restrain the burst of energy, another steely divine essence melted like cream, covering the surface of the newborn soldier, and continued to ooze fiery breath.

Forging is the use of iron and fire to precipitate impurities from the material and forge it into a form that is tougher and stronger than the original.

After a while, the prototype of the magic sword, which was at both ends, was firmly fixed.

At this time, because of this more concrete form, the light of the heart that Roland used to maintain his longing also began to be powerful, and stopped when the upper and lower parts were about to spread to the tip of the sword.

This situation made Roland's brow furrow slightly, but he still did not show any emotions such as loss.

"Boom ——!"

Because, when the light of the Star Slayer was covered in blood, the Alliance warriors below who had already used the fragments of the planet as a battlefield also seemed to have been inspired by something.

Except for a few warships used to transfer, in the roaring cannon fire, in the raging energy flow, they piloted the ace warships that were enough to ride a thousand, and rushed the strongest strength and heritage of the sixteen races, along with their own lives, into the light of the Jedi in front of them.

The ships were connected to each other, spreading out the larger circle, using the linked ships themselves as the material for the tip of the sword.

This greatly reduced the pressure on the blood-red light, allowing more heart light to give up the sword tip below and focus on controlling the sword tip shaping above.

In this process, the first batch of battleships that came into contact with the light had been fused into surging bodies by surging energy, and the commanders and soldiers on them had already vaporized.

This is a tragic scene that no words can describe, not even a cry, in the face of this behavior that may be minimal, in the midst of one-sided death, one warship after another still rushed forward without fear of death.

For a time, the sound of gunpowder smoke and light and heat surging constituted the only sad joy on the battlefield.

But even with such a tragic situation right in front of him, the battleships in the rear still fearlessly superimposed, leapfrogging the vanished corpses of their comrades, using life as armor, constantly linking.

The surging light shone brighter and brighter, but the link between the battleships did not stop.

Whether numbness or excitement, only the will to dedicate oneself is unique.

In the union of the sixteen races, in the destruction of the Origin Star, the worship of the savior has long been at its peak.

Whether it is the faith of the guardian race, or the unity cultivated in battle, wisdom and strength have all become a single law at this moment.

Only by allowing the emperor to obtain the throne of the one god can these sacrifices have value, the world can be saved, and the dead companions can be continued.

So, there's no room for anything in your head.

Just follow your instincts.

As long as the body still has strength, as long as the brain remains awake, it can charge with honor.

As long as the light in front of you exists, everything is valuable.

At this moment, there is no longer a racial distinction, the strangeness of the relationship, and what supports everyone in that desperate numbness is the black dawn that symbolizes hope as the battleship merges little by little, destroys, and finally begins to condense.

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Praise the Emperor!"

"The Emperor...... It's really an appropriate name, but you're really calculating the old man to death. ”

Okan muttered under his breath, but there was no trace of distress in his tone, but a slight smile.

At the moment when the source of the elven corridor was erupting wildly, as a god species, he did not have the combat power that deliberately reduced the needs of the elves.

Even if he really had a different heart, without the battleship, the Ji Kai and Kibril who were waiting next to him could probably kill him at any time, and it would not have the slightest impact on the composition of the sword tip.

But let the god of forging sit back and watch such a weapon take shape, it is better to kill him directly.

"As you wish, in the name of the God of Forging, this sword will inevitably be born in a posture that surpasses Altexiu!"

And Okan, who had already realized what he had to do, also pulled off a few beards fiercely, and raised the hammer in his hand with all his might, allowing the light of the divine essence to bloom and spread to the battleship behind as a material.

"Bang ——!"

"That's what it is...... Your craving? ”

When all the escaped elven streams were absorbed, Artexiu also broke free, but he did not continue to attack.

The disappearance of the elven stream meant that the weapon had truly been born in the world.

Therefore, he lowered the spear of brilliance in his hand, staring a little blankly in front of him, looking at the power that was like myths and legends for the gods.

From a morphological point of view, the posture of this thing cannot be called a sword.

But anyone who can see it in its entirety will only refer to it by the term sword.

With the light in the center of Roland's hand as a seed, the light of the double spiral, like a thorn and a chain, swirls in the direction of the entity, grows around the germination, and spreads in two directions in a hideous manner.

When the spread exceeds half a human height, the radiant light burns up, causing energy and matter to expand like nuclear fusion, turning into a black sword body that absorbs all light and energy like a black hole.

Even though Artexiu had absorbed a lot of elven streams, causing his body to swell in an unbearable posture, and turned into a posture even greater than before, he still couldn't see the end of the sword body that pierced the earth and the moon.

Each time he cast his gaze farther away, the black blade spread out at the same speed until it overtook Artexiu's line of sight.

This is a magic sword that can be increased by the size of the opponent's ability, and the performance is simple.

The reason for this is that it absorbs the power of the universe as a whole.

The elven corridor is the source of everything, and the planet is the carrier of its manifestation, which is the strongest enough to encapsulate everything, and it reaches the extreme after the essence of the god seed is invested.

But this is still not perfect, so Roland's heart light can't cover both sword tips at the same time.

Only by incorporating the nature of the lives that are indirectly born from it, the nature of the races living on the planet, and the elves, can this formless, closed source of chaos be formed.

Stand at the top, a savior who blocks all disasters and despair with his sword.

At the end, the people who have perfected the foundation of this hope with their own hands.

Demon Sword: Slash the Emperor.

It really doesn't get any better name than that.

Altexiu's heart was beating rapidly, looking at the cyan aura that was wrapped around the Slashing Emperor.

It was not something that was released from the blade, but the sky that had been cut open by the Emperor of Slashing, cutting off all the corpses of the desolate world to reveal the true sky and universe

——In that gap, what people can glimpse is the true majesty of the Emperor.

Artexiu clenched the Spear of Radiance in his hand, felt the uncontrollable tremor in his body, and laughed wildly.

This trembling was a visceral fear of the strength of the enemy, a resentment that Roland had kept him waiting for so long, an excitement mixed with anger and vindictiveness.

His heart pounded violently, and the cheer of a fierce enemy worthy of his life made Artexiu feel as if his chest was bursting in the next moment.

See, his enemies have the arrogance to put aside the star cups, and they have the desire to transcend the laws of the universe.

To be able to kill such an enemy, or to be killed by him, made Artexiu thank him from the bottom of his heart for this luck.

"Come on! Roland, come on! Godslayer, if you can do it, trample my strongest under your feet! ”

Artexiu roared angrily, and the wings behind him turned into pure light in the continuous expansion, and with a greedy appearance that was not inferior to Roland's before, he incorporated all abilities into his body.

His muscles twitched, a deep furrow was drawn between his eyebrows, and then, like a thunderbolt, he disappeared like a chariot on a rampage on the battlefield, using a meteorite as a pedal, turning into a comet and galloping towards Roland!

Even if the power of this sword is better than his current self, Roland, who controls such power for the first time, will never be able to command it so easily.

But even so, Artexiu didn't dare to be careless, and he had to kill him quickly with the quickest and most powerful blow!

"There's no need to be in such a hurry, Artexiu, just unleash your power to your heart's content, I'll wait until you're ready."

Just when the battle between the two was about to break out, Roland smiled lightly.

"Since you can still burst out with more power than now, let's use it quickly, I don't want to be unhappy because of those unwillingness when I fail to listen."

This is exactly the same as Artexiu's behavior, and the anti-guest scene makes him a little funny.

"Have you seen me in my heyday?"

"No, that's why I'm going to taste it."

"Really? So arrogant, if you lose because of this, I won't have half a penny! ”

"Ah, it's okay about that, it's impossible if you are the enemy right now."

Roland smiled and whispered, "—after all, you're weak." ”

"Weak?"

Even though he knew that Roland was a miracle of rebellious common sense, Altexiu couldn't help laughing.

Then, without hesitation, Artexiu pierced his own essence.

"Zheng ——!"

Because there is no way to fight against {the strongest}, neither the machine Kai species nor Roland has aimed to penetrate the essence of Altexiu.

At most, it is only stripped of it, or it is put to sleep with a seal, but the essence that does not activate it only loses the rules of the concept, and it also contains terrifying power.

With the strongest he has accumulated for 10,000 years as a sacrifice, during the period when the divine essence is completely destroyed, if he kills Roland, the Star Cup as a trophy can make up for this sacrifice, on the contrary, if he dies, Artexiu will also get the supreme defeat and happiness.

And Roland also realized Altexiu's thoughts, and the corners of his mouth outlined the same arc as Altexiu.

Want to find a good opponent to unleash your power?

Coincidentally, so did I.

Moreover, unlike Altexiu, who gambled his life on the line, Roland did not see any nervousness on his face, only curiosity to test his new abilities.

After this step, in this world, the enemy in front of him is no longer threatened.

The faint blue light exploded in Roland's hands, and the torrent in the universe seemed to be guided, turning into a faint meteor that kept coming, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness of the sword body.

And when this endless waterfall is close to drying up, slashing the emperor is like pressing a switch.

The oppressive roar of the previous time was gone, replaced by a crisp sound like ice breaking.

"Slash the Emperor,"

Roland raised the magic sword in his hand and whispered the spirit of the end.

"—banished from this world!"

(End of chapter)