For a magic sword constructed with the power of the root, such a huge mass must have a great source of transformation.

The original version of the Slash Emperor will continue to slash the mass of the earth until the planet is completely destroyed.

But the magic sword forged in the world of the game life is very different.

Whether it's the Star Slayer, the Divine Strike, the Divine Essence of Input, the Combined Heavenly Strike of the Celestial Wing Species, the trump cards of many races, and even the most worthless battleships in the material, giving them a certain amount of time can also make the planet tremble.

Not to mention that this is also combined with Roland's desire power as the core, and its own mass is not known to be many times larger than that of the planet.

Although the form of expression is the same, the principle of composition is very different, from which the time and space are shattered and collapsed in the massive mass, leaving only the black sword body of the end to glimpse the essence of this spiritual suit.

The world-devouring magic sword.

With every dance it makes, it devours the very existence that makes up the world.

Time, space, matter, soul, fed by the infinite universe, this retrograde seed of the mind is expanding at a speed beyond thought.

The roaring sword light continued to bloom, and there were only miserable ruins beneath the realm it touched.

The dark sword marks carved a meteor-like trace in the universe, filling the foundation that supported existence with its own darkness, and as more and more energy was devoured, in the void of the sword body, a miniature star like a flower grew.

Although the ominous figure of Artexiu rushing forward was already close in front of him, and the blade between the earth and the moon was quite out of reach, Roland didn't think about anything like the distance from the enemy.

He grasped the hideous hilt of the sword, slowly twisted his waist, and took a steady step forward, and the pitch-black blade shot out like light.

Before Artexiu could observe the current limit of the Emperor's slashing, the law of sure to hit had become an iron rule when attacking.

No matter how the enemy changes size, whether it is melee or long-range, it will only be within the range of the Emperor's attack.

So, Roland only needs to swing his sword.

At the same time as the magic sword swung at the space, it didn't even do much to resist weakly, and it turned into a liquid water wave, wrapped in black.

And the charging Artexiu also frowned slightly in his heart, although he did not understand the mystery of such a weak behavior, he did not think that an enemy with such strength and resourcefulness would make such an unwise move.

Under the warning of the ominous premonition in his heart, Altexiu still abandoned Roland's empty door and focused on the flaws of swinging his sword, tensing his muscles like a bowstring pulled apart.

However, the splatters of blood still gushed out.

Before the heavy blood could fall, it fell into the mirage-like blade of the sword, and the magic sword was still not satisfied, and was ready to drive straight towards the essence of Altexiu's radiating energy like the sun.

How can it be?

It is true that the Emperor has absorbed more elves than himself, but by penetrating the divine essence, he has obtained a second power out of thin air, even if he can't surpass this sword in terms of total amount, he will not be inferior.

It stands to reason that no matter how sharp that sword is, it is impossible for Artexiu to be unable to interfere and resist at all.

However, although it was unbelievable, Artexiu still made the most correct judgment, his body leaned back slightly, his arrogance rose sharply, and his tense legs exploded in an instant.

But this explosive power is not an attempt to retreat, but an attack that takes violence to the extreme.

"-Divine Strike!"

The twisted power was once again unleashed as an aurora.

He may be inferior to Roland in terms of realm, skill, and even strategy, but only at the apex of strength, Artexiu is confident that the enemy is only on a par with himself at most.

How unpredictable is the power to slash the emperor?

He didn't give up his fighting spirit when Roland had already won the Star Cup, should he admit defeat now?

No matter what kind of means it is, use absolute strength to fight and destroy, this is the path that the strong should take.

Two suffocating auras of terror rose into the sky, as if they were about to tear the starry sky apart.

The blazing white waves shot out like the sun, echoing Altexiu's high fighting spirit, and between the rings of the shattered planet and the remains of the moon, the meteorites were attracted by the strong gravitational attraction and continued to coalesce, as if they had become a furnace that echoed the infinite heat.

Artetheus let out a long and deafening howl with an unstoppable momentum that even the survivors on the other side felt deafening, but that didn't change his decline.

In front of the invisible, phaseless slashing emperor like a black hole, all the energy was swallowed up without a trace, and there was no spillover at all, as if it had fallen into another dimension.

But this majestic power was by no means in vain, and the speed of the slashing emperor's swing was obviously hindered.

Artexiu also seized the moment and rushed in front of Roland again, smiling as excited as a beast and raising his fist.

Then, slammed into Roland!

"Whew-"

Rao is that Roland does not have an AT position now, and he can resist the previous blow that shattered the moon, and he cannot resist the strongest force that is exchanged for death.

But there was not a trace of annoyance on his face, and he didn't even care about the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly, he raised it again to slash the emperor, turning it into a bright red, brilliant phantom like lightning.

This blow directly ate the arm of the god of war, so that the penetrated divine essence could not be restored with no amount of force, as if it did not exist in the first place.

In an instant, the hustle and bustle was far away.

Roland and Artexiu seemed to have turned into insects trapped in amber, tacitly ignoring everything around them, no longer speaking, just staring at the enemy in front of them.

The direction of the attack, the landing point of the line of sight, and even the slightest muscle tremble.

The two scourges, who were enough to destroy the planet with every blow, ignored the tiny rifts that were spreading on their bodies, ignoring the fact that they were disappearing piece by piece, turning into incomparably mutilated bodies, and threw themselves into the fight.

Everything was torn apart by the sound of explosions, and the rings that could have been trapped by gravity were swept away in the pale white shockwaves that were shaken.

Even the elven streams that were still erupting from the star core were squeezed out, and for a while, all that existed here was a raging torrent of energy and a true heart full of murderous intent.

However, the tendency of this battle can be seen from the fact that the Emperor was slow but still banished the original world with a firm speed.

This is not only because of the forging and characteristics of the Slashing Emperor that make Roland continue to get closer to Altexiu's power, but also because of the fundamental gap between the two.

Boundary.

The gods of concepts who are born to know are naturally absolute, but they also don't pay attention to anything outside of concepts.

Kainas, who is stuck between nature and ambition, Okan who has a tendon at the tip of the horns, and Altexiu who has never experienced an adverse situation and does not know how to deal with it.

They have more or less such shortcomings.

Roland is not incomprehensible, he has also experienced the essence of God, and the conceptual things that are integrated with him bring power and subtle influence.

For example, karma brought Roland chaos that destroyed everything, and change brought chaos to him to subvert everything and do whatever he wanted.

As a god species, the stronger the divine essence, the closer it will be to this style of behavior.

But Roland is different, it is precisely because he has experienced that compared to the essence of God, that insignificant hand fetish almost makes him lose his weakness, he will always press complacency in his heart, to learn all the skills that will make him stronger, and turn it into his own realm.

The subtle control power down to the nanometer allows Roland's power to hurt Altexiu, who is much higher than his own magnitude, after condensing into one, just like the power of smashing a small pebble, if used in a better way, it can cause a high-rise building to collapse.

The same is true when you are attacked, whether it is reflecting energy, absorbing it, or even reducing damage by dissipating the opponent's blow throughout the body, it is an excellent skill.

It is precisely because of these wisdoms gained in a weak hour that Roland was able to exert a power far beyond his own expressiveness, surviving the desperate 251 seconds, laying the foundation for the formation of the sword of wisdom.

Arrogance and arrogance are two different things, and whether or not we can grasp hope and find change in the midst of difficulties is the difference between a god of disobedience and a god-killer.

And because of this, the disobedient gods often lose to the godslayers.

At this moment, Artexiu is indeed extremely powerful, and every skill he uses will be learned by him immediately in the intersection of war.

But trapped in this situation where you are always one step behind and let the enemy take the initiative, even the strongest will definitely lose.

In the next moment, Roland did not retreat but advanced, facing the divine blow attacked by Altexiu, so that this was enough to annihilate the terrifying energy that eroded his body, and suddenly opened his mouth, wrapping the fragments of his body with the light of his heart, and spraying this alternative shining light towards Altexiu in turn!

"It's just a matter of losing the strongest divine strike, in front of my talents, but that's it."

Looking at Altexiu, who was directly repelled by the scorching breath, Roland had a bloody expression of pleasure on his face.

Without the strongest, even if the magnitude of this move to break through ten thousand laws has increased many times, it will eventually be used and even cracked.

"The moment you are helpless to slash the emperor, failure is your doom, but you don't need to care, after all"

Looking at Altexiu, who had been devoured by the Slashing Emperor and his originally strong body had become full of holes, Roland let out a somewhat playful laugh.

"—O the strongest god in this world, you did your best."

Altexiu has done the best he can.

Whether it is the creation of Jibril, who is a Celestial Wing Species but will take the initiative to learn and grow, or the two god species who let go of the two god species and do not capture the Star Cup within reach, it is a testament to the efforts of the other party.

He's just trapped by his natural strength.

Because he didn't want to fall into such a cycle and become the one who was replaced, Roland would work so hard to move forward and admire everything that could make him move forward.

Whether it's magic or martial arts, when he can easily destroy cities and devour gods, he is still willing to master his power from scratch.

Anyway, these things, sooner or later, will become a necessary factor for him to cut off all uneasiness.

"Hoo ......"

Altexiu gasped, and although there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes, he also had some understanding of the reason for his defeat.

"Original...... I am the last material for the sword to become a complete body. ”

Looking at the essence of the seven seven eight eight that he was eaten by the slashing emperor, as well as the karmic sins and the power of change that were turning into flames and burning in the sword body, Artexiu smiled bitterly,

Slashing the Emperor is a magic sword that expands its power by devouring the world, using itself as the center of the world, destroying everything that exists and covering it again.

It is the physical embodiment of Roland's never-ending longing.

In front of the world, distance and defense are naturally meaningless, unless they go beyond this universe, they will be swallowed by the Slashing Emperor.

In order to achieve the concept of 'one is all', the sixteen races, and the only remaining gods and spirits, were turned into materials by him.

But in the previous forging, Roland did not add his newly acquired divine essence, and originally Altexiu thought that they were inconsequential conditions, but he did not expect to wait for him here.

Also, with the strongest divine essence and absorbing so many elven streams, he has let go, how can this sword march towards the realm of replacing the universe?

"The last question, although I already have the answer in my mind, I still want your answer."

Altexiu's body gradually melted into the light, and he looked at Roland calmly, his eyes full of antiquity.

"What's the strongest?"

"The strongest," Roland paused and chuckled, "If it's limited to this universe, why don't you try it yourself now?" ”

"Huh?"

Before Altexiu could comprehend Roland's words, the brilliant golden light shattered inch by inch in his body, dyeing the universe into a brilliant gold again.

"-Boom!"

Suddenly, the sound of metal clashing resounded through the starry sky.

It was a prelude to a massive force shattering space-time into a turbulent current.

In the snap of his fingers, the power in Altexiu's body immediately soared, strengthened, and skyrocketed!

At this moment, the god of war was more powerful than he had ever been, so much so that even the light of the elven corridor was obscured, making his rock-like body a blazing sun hanging high in the sky.

Altexiu looked at Roland in a daze, looking at the seal that had broken in his body.

Roland took the initiative to lift the seal of the golden sword, allowing the strongest divine essence to shine its light for the last time.

Although it was only one blow, with the Elven Corridor already erupting, Altexiu's power surpassed everything in the universe.

But even so, Roland smiled and waited for his attack.

In the face of such an enemy, the loneliness of the past does not even exist for half a minute, only the joy of eagerness.

"Hahaha!"

Artexiu laughed unconsciously.

Whether it was Roland's return gift to him or the fun of crushing all his hopes, Altexiu thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

"That's right, that's the strongest!"

Before the essence was completely gone, he struck his final blow.

There was no need for any moves, and Altexiu didn't even use the magic strikes he was best at.

Because this blow represents the strongest logic in the universe.

At this moment, the stars were reversed, and they were directly separated like a river, leaving only the roaring power itself.

- The strongest battle deeds are engraved in the universe.

…… I won.

At the moment of his shot, when he saw Roland being swallowed up by a huge beam of light, Altexiu couldn't help but have such an illusion.

Yes, delusion.

Because before it was completely engulfed, Roland had already swung the slashing emperor in his hand, cutting the light and heat in two that should never be resisted by any living being.

"That's the defeat – I see, it's a really exciting, enjoyable fight."

Altexiu looked at Roland, who was hanging in the starry sky and holding a magic sword, and said with a steely face as if with conviction.

"There is no doubt that you are the strongest enemy."

The next moment, Altexiu's upper body slowly slipped from his waist and fell weakly towards the bottom of the universe.

(End of chapter)