"There is no doubt that this is your victory."

Altexiu was content to admit defeat.

In front of him, the strongest light like a mountain torrent was still erupting, setting off a frenzy that seemed to swallow everything around him, and shattered all the surrounding star rings with a devastating force.

Even the erupting elven corridor in the star core was somewhat overshadowed, with a clear intention to give it the power to the end of all things in a way that was clearly superior in usage compared to a mere burst of energy.

Then, in front of the slashing emperor, the so-called strongest force was like a courtier who had heard the order, and cleared all the distance between Roland and Artexiu, not daring to cross the thunder pool by half a step.

Only the wounds of the aftermath of the sword marks beside this blank promised land, no matter how many waves converged, showed that this was not its voluntary act, but a forced submission under the cruel reality.

Artexiu's body had been slashed in two from the waist in the blow he had just hit, and his lower body was still standing in place, while his upper body had slipped down.

Although it was a joy to be able to keep the body under such an attack, Altexiu felt only a hint of amazement.

This performance was not because he had successfully resisted the blow, but because the magic sword was greedy.

Lying in this world that had been replaced by the Slashing Emperor, Artexiu could clearly feel that his essence, composition, and even concept were being swallowed up little by little.

In order to achieve the same result as a complete achievement, his body must have been deliberately preserved, otherwise he would not have been able to keep even fragments.

Thinking of the meaning of this behavior, Artexiu no longer had the same indifference and excitement as before, only bitter guilt.

In the previous battles, Artexiu enjoyed it to the fullest, fighting the weak as the strong, fighting the strong as the god of war, and standing at the top of the strongest, but there are still unknowns that can be challenged.

He has shown everything about himself, conveying his ideals, his answers, all to Roland.

So even if he died, Artexiu now has no regrets, and even feels a kind of happiness.

But what about Roland?

After the slashing emperor is formed, the purpose of the opponent is no longer simply victory, but more like having fun and responding to the will of the enemy.

Only a conflict with an existence that he can oppose is called a war, and this kind of simple ravaging can't make him feel happy.

"I'm sorry, Roland, I didn't make you thoroughly entertained......"

Artexiu sighed and closed his eyes.

"Don't mind, I'm just acting to satisfy myself, what I'm pursuing just now is not the desire to fight, it's just to teach you the answer beyond the strongest."

Roland chuckled lightly and said, "Your {strongest} is an unlimited concept that will continue to grow stronger according to the magnitude of the enemy, but this statement is quite doubtful. ”

"The spirit race is the conceptual incarnation of the elven cloister, so the power of the elven cloister must be greater than that of all the god species, even if you are the strongest, that is...... Artesio, even if there is a strong enemy, you will only be increased to an infinite extent close to the Elven Corridor. ”

That said, he didn't think that the analysis of the strongest concept by other gods was a fallacy, and the gap between the planets and the universe was almost infinite for the embodiment of the concept.

Altexiu's power had not yet been amplified to the point of surpassing the sun, and the fact that his journey was almost ended was ironclad.

But the vision of the weak still made Roland realize that Altexiu had the disadvantage of having an upper limit in addition to the essence of the gods.

The so-called strongest has always been based on the Elven Corridor.

Because of this, the Slashing Emperor, who uses the source of the Elven Corridor as the main material, was able to ignore the surging strength of Altexiu's defenses, because Altexiu was a well-deserved weaker for the world of the universe that included the Elven Corridor.

The sentence that you are weak is not Roland's ridicule, but his sincere sigh.

The Elven Corridor is indeed the destination of the flow of all things like the root, but the Elven Corridor is not the universe itself, but only the world with it.

It is true that the universe is an adjunct to the Elven Corridor, but they are also independent of each other.

The relationship between the two is like that between a fruit tree and a fruit, even if the elven cloister is really cut down, the fruit can still continue to grow in its own way, although it will fall.

Although it is more likely that they will rot directly without this opportunity, they are not in a relationship of life and death.

Otherwise, when the elven corridor is pierced, the biggest impact will not be just that people who are not outside the source stream will lose the ability to link to the great source.

By the time Roland devoured Altexiu's essence to the last point, they were already of equal quality.

In addition, those powers that were devoured by the Slashing Emperor were all additional amplifications.

Whether it's broken planet fragments or time and space, although it doesn't seem worth mentioning, it's enough to upset the balance and separate the strong from the weak.

When the power of the slashing emperor has surpassed the logically strongest, it is not so important whether the concept of the strongest is sealed or not.

The one who wins will only be himself.

In this case, Roland naturally didn't mind giving this powerful enemy who made him respect an ideal end, after all-

"It's a pleasure, Artexiu, and I'll never forget you."

"That's a compliment,"

The corners of Artexiu's mouth also pulled a weak smile, and his body began to dissipate little by little.

The reason why he was able to maintain the last bit of clarity even though the divine essence was completely gone, was entirely because this piece of the world had been covered by the Slashing Emperor.

Altexiu, who deeply realized his weakness and luck, sighed.

"So the next time I come to challenge you, let my power be your help, let my wings be your sword, and cut the thorns in the road for you."

"Even if you don't say it, I'll do it, and while it sounds strange to kill the enemy's creator and subdue them, I'll do it if it satisfies me."

Such words of sincerity and evil made Artexiu laugh, "Everything that the winner gets the loser is a matter of course, if you really want to get them, then do it, for my wings, this way is the most orthodox transfer of power." ”

Whoever wants to kill and take it is also a gift from heaven.

This is a maxim that all the Celestial Wings keep in mind, and the source of this will comes from Artexiu.

"I'll give orders to the number one, and although I can't control the future of the wings after I die, a man like you must not be small."

Altexiu looked at Roland with relief, his pale golden eyes drifting away like a candle flame that had been blown out.

"So, hold on to my wings, forge stronger swords with them, and march towards a future beyond the strongest, and hold victory firmly in your hands before the next meeting!"

In the laughter of blessings, the figure of the strongest god completely disappeared.

"Hoo ......"

Roland took a deep look at Altexiu's dissipated light and exhaled.

For him, this kind of enemy, who did his best, even risked his life, was undoubtedly a valuable experience.

Conquer Veleslana and obtain the Golden Sword for the Divine Assault.

Analyze the divine strike of the Celestial Wing Species, and experiment with the way that the spirit costume leads to the armed heart of the heart.

Take away the essence of nature and forging, use the death of the planet and the ambition of forging the world, and use the unified sixteen races as a helping force in forging.

Through the Huby receiver Kai species, the strongest concept is analyzed, and the star killer is created.

As long as one of these conditions is missing, he will not be able to carry out the plan to bring the strongest down the throne.

But even so, Roland almost overturned because of the possibility that he was too powerful.

"Although this battle is not exhaustive, it is almost useless, but in terms of rewards, it is all worth it."

Roland thought to himself for a while, and put away the world-devouring sword in his hand.

Slashing the Emperor's presence meant that he had once again broken through his own barriers and was heading towards a more powerful front.

Moreover, even if the slashing emperor is a magic sword that people will be attracted to in other worlds, it still can't be called his greatest gain.

As the Slash Emperor reintegrated into his body, the eroded universe was finally able to take the time to repair its wounds, and at this time, without feeling the slightest grief for Artexiu's death, a figure could not wait to fly to this battlefield.

"Gybril, it looks like the war on your side is over too, right?"

Looking at the pink-haired girl who appeared beside him, Roland asked softly.

At the moment of slashing the Emperor's composition, Kibril waited on the edge of the battlefield, not knowing if she just wanted to witness the death of the Creator or Roland's victory.

"It's all over, after all, Lord Artexiu's death is like a weapon that has lost its controller to the Celestial Wing Species."

Looking at Roland intact, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, and then replied seriously.

"Although many of my companions wanted to kill themselves immediately, Azriel's senior stopped this act first, and conveyed the last order of Lord Artexiu, although it will take some time to fully understand the situation and adopt the Celestial Wing Species, but these are only issues that are not worth mentioning."

Gybril said it very lightly, but Roland could also think of how complicated the scene was at that time, even if the aftermath of the battle between the Emperor and the strongest was suppressed as much as possible, but the insignificant movement was enough to shatter the planet.

The girl, whose strength is not in its prime, risks being shattered by the aftermath, putting life and death aside in order to rush to Roland's side as soon as possible.

You know, she is not without feelings for Altexiu, and she can clearly recognize the gap between Roland and the God of War at that time, but she is still not confused by the final result at all, as if she is sure that it must be Roland who wins, this kind of mentality is not more persistent than Altexiu.

"Obviously, for Lord Altexiu, this defeat means that his long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, so he should be happy......"

While complaining about the rigidity of her companions, Kibril suddenly looked up at Roland, admiring the wonders that this battle had left behind in the universe.

"But now doesn't seem to be the time to talk about such a thing," she smiled as she looked at Roland, "Lord Roland...... No, One God, Emperor, it's time for you to go and put an end to this. ”

This is not just her prayer, but the prayer of all surviving lives to Roland.

"—Please put an end to this war, this era."

In normal times, such a strong prayer would be enough for the new essence to be born and activated, but at the moment when the elven corridor had just been pierced, the only place they could convey was Roland's heart.

Roland nodded calmly and held the star cup that slowly fell into his hand.

These races struggling to survive in the war, in order to be saved, gambled their will, life, and hope on him, and never gave up until the last moment.

Although he could not say that he would regard these foreign objects as his future ideals and goals for the savior, or even the emperor, he did not intend to give up this responsibility after being entrusted with such great worship.

Destroy the existence of disgust, and be kind to the existence of appreciation.

It is precisely because he wants to let this will be carried out freely that Roland will not hesitate to embark on this rugged road with the strongest as an obstacle.

Otherwise, obtaining the power of the universe is indeed a necessity for Roland, but to achieve this goal, the world of game life is not his only choice.

Isn't it better to find a world of more possibilities than to cheat like Artexiu?

Anyway, the Key of All Souls will help him out, and no one knows this better than Roland, but that means that he has actively jumped into the same trap as Altexiu.

It's just that the preciousness of the Key to All Souls is far beyond the ability of a single universe to match, and it is not visible on the surface.

Once you betray your principles, give up what you really want and choose to compromise, it means that the road has come to an end.

Just like the final dragon who has lost the heart of challenge, it is a sin to be complacent because of empty self-improvement.

Compromise is a means to an end, not an end.

If we confuse the two, we will be on the path of no return, and sooner or later we will lose our goals and fail to move forward in constant compromises.

There is no god in the world who can no longer find any variables, and he is nothing more than a prisoner.

That's why Roland has the delusional obsession of cutting off all uneasiness.

Obsession is the driving force for progress, with the key of all souls as a means of realization, with no regrets, with eternal satisfaction on the never-ending road of progress.

This process is the peace of mind that makes Roland feel happy.

The Slashing Emperor, who was born out of this desire, also inherited the nature of this greed.

With just one touch, Roland's mental image was linked to the star cup in front of him, enveloping his will, untying the shackles of the world and spreading to the entire universe.

Countless memories and information flooded into Roland's mind in an instant.

From the moment of the birth of the universe, when the first god species was born, when it fell silent, the number of galaxies, the trajectory of movement, a bunch of boring and useless information all came in one go.

But Roland hadn't cut it off with the light of his heart, they were like an ocean that gently wrapped Roland, so that he could understand it at any time when he was in it, but he would not be affected by the triviality of information.

"I can do anything......"

Under this trend, Roland's eyes became indifferent.

It is an insult to use the creative mode to describe him at this moment, not to mention life and death, even time can be subverted, when things other than himself can be modified at will, feelings will naturally become weak.

But the slashing emperor who surrounded his heart was not satisfied with this state of controlling everything.

- If you stop here, you will never be able to achieve happiness and peace of mind.

This sword, which was born with the world as its food, is driving out all that indifferent emotion, using his longing as the driving force, and making his feelings and will boil again.

That's right.

This is just the beginning.

"It's short, but it's time for the Sky Throne's window period to end."

Feeling the sensation of this taking the universe into his palm, Roland raised his hand and declared the end of the end and the beginning of a new world.

"From this day forward, I will stand in heaven—"

The moment he spat out these words, he didn't even need a second, and the world was turned upside down.

Time, space, the sun, and even the entire galaxy were shaking, as if Roland's location was the center of the world at this moment.

"Zheng—"

Then, the light covered the whole world.

(End of chapter)