Chapter 301 His Name Is Veleslana

God-killer.

After hearing this simple word, although Rick still wanted to pretend that nothing happened, Jibril, whose eyes were shining brightly, did not have as many worries as he did.

A blush of excitement suddenly appeared on her fair face, she clasped her hands on her chest and asked expectantly.

"No wonder you came to the range of the human race. Did you want to kill the God of Victory?"

Jibril asked with some confusion: "However, if you just want to use the gods as prey, the gods of the forest elves and goblins are more convenient choices. No matter how the god of victory is, Artex The powerful man who walked out from between the thrones, the two gods should be more suitable as prey than him, right?"

Even though Flügels are famous for their arrogance, there are still a few people like Jibril who openly regard the gods as lambs to be slaughtered.

Cloni covered her cheeks that turned red due to nervousness and uneasiness, not even daring to breathe. This kind of thing was still too advanced for her.

But although she didn't say anything, she was still complaining in her heart.

He's actually talking about hunting gods and other things...

If these two beings weren't powerful enough to be fearless, they would just be simple fools.

Moreover, the human species is still within the sphere of influence of the God of Victory. If he speaks freely in front of her and Rick, judging from the current situation, whether he talks or not, he will be silenced...

"If it is only for the purpose of divine essence, your words are not wrong."

Roland glanced at Jibril and shook his head slightly, "But if I want to become a God Killer, I have to find that guy."

"God-killer? Is this also an unknown concept from another world?"

Jibril also gradually realized that this word was not just a noun, but referred to a specific identity.

A burning look appeared on her face, her body twisted and rubbed against Roland's arm, and the saliva from the corner of her mouth started to flow down again.

"In other words, when the God of Victory was defeated, the loot was not just the divine marrow... He was originally tied with the Dragon King because of his alien status and the rarity of multiple divine marrows."

"Now it seems that he is the rarest trophy. Hehehe, I really want to collect it... Without further ado, Lord Roland, let's set out now to find traces of the God of Victory!"

Perhaps because she noticed Roland's speechless gaze, Jibril quickly put away the infatuation on her face and said seriously.

"Is it just because your body is hollowed out now? Before you want to witness it, at least you have the capital to survive the aftermath."

Roland knocked Jibril's head expressionlessly, "Moreover, if the God of Victory could be found so easily, other races wouldn't be complaining about disasters from the sky. Although I don't expect a fool like you. will change,”

"That's too much. I was praising someone's courage before."

Jibril pursed her lips. Although her tone was resentful, she did not hide the rich smile in her eyes.

Perhaps because of her nature, she felt no discomfort with this way of getting along, and she even felt a little strangely happy.

"But if this is the case, we are not doing useless work. Are you planning to follow the invaders of the past and use the destruction of the human species to bring back the God of Victory?"

Such cruel words made Croni's head sink slightly and her face turned extremely pale, but she knew that she was weak and did not open her mouth to plead without permission.

Although she has more power than Rick in many matters, in this apocalypse where things can be overturned at any time, compared to other races, humans have no time to fight for power, and the family relationship between her and Rick will not. Be shaken by this kind of thing.

At every critical moment, she would trust her brother wholeheartedly.

"Although this is a way, don't you completely understand it? The reason why I am so close to the human race is not only nostalgia, but also because doing it this way is more efficient than waiting for him to come after the massacre. Much more, it seems that natural strength can sometimes be a burden."

A smile appeared on Roland's lips, and he looked away from Jibril who was playing tricks.

"At this point, how about following the anthropology in front of you? At this critical moment of life and death, you still keep the strategy of weakness in your heart and hide the trump card of reversal. Such willpower and decisiveness , as a human being, it is admirable.”

Rick, who was silent, stiffened.

His cold face showed uncertainty and fear for the first time.

Rick raised his head and narrowed his eyes to look at Roland in front of him, as if he had never really exposed himself until this moment.

"How did you know? Only I should know this secret."

When all the trump cards have been exposed, there is no point in pretending to be stupid, Rick asked calmly.

"In this world, that's how it is."

Roland gave Rick a somewhat thoughtful look and stopped teasing him.

"Don't worry, what I want to do is a good thing no matter how you look at it. Compared to the God of Victory who is like a hands-off shopkeeper, although I will be more arbitrary, the human situation will definitely change dramatically compared to before. , there is no doubt about this.”

Without enough time to think carefully about the meaning of Roland's words, Rick's brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes were completely filled with doubts and dim light.

Rick's fragile appearance made Chroni forget the embarrassing situation and opened her mouth in surprise.

She had never seen her brother look like this.

People in the kingdom said that Rick had a heart of steel.

Many years ago, when his hometown was destroyed, the humans who had lost their homes hurriedly arrived at this cave.

In front of the people who had lost everything just a few hours ago, the boy who was not even ten years old ignored the lamentation and said as a matter of course after checking the cave.

"The location here is very convenient, enough to serve as a foothold for the kingdom."

Then, he ignored the roar and desperate lament of the adults, arranged work for the residents who trusted him, and began to plan the construction of the palace.

Although his eyes were as cold as those of a real undead, he gave the victims and survivors a reason to live and the meaning of death.

Then, he also got his reward. He won the gamble with the lives of the only two thousand people on his shoulders. The arrival of the God of Victory saved everything and gave mankind a brand new future.

"As you wish."

Rick took a deep breath and nodded.

"Don't be so pessimistic. It's just the loss of the God of Victory. 'This might be a good thing for mankind'. You must have thought about it for a moment."

Roland joked.

"That's really disrespectful... Although I think it's better to do this, if it weren't for Lord Roland, and this thing became true, given the current situation of mankind, it would probably fall very badly."

This kind of low taste of dissecting other people's hearts bit by bit, and the other party couldn't refute it, made Jibril smile mischievously, obviously gloating.

"..."

Such heart-piercing words made Rick's mouth twitch again, which was considered to be tacitly acknowledging this.

Although it was indeed a bit treasonous to be so disrespectful to the God of Victory who brought mankind to this point, morality was the most irrelevant in front of Rick who was responsible for the survival of the race.

The God of Victory did nothing wrong, but his kindness was too heavy for humans. To him, it might be just a casual act that was not even as heavy as a grain of sand, but to humans, it was as majestic and heavy as a mountain.

In short, it was a case of not being worthy of one's position.

All that humans had now relied on the protection of the tiger skin of the Gods, but they themselves did not have the strength to bear this value.

If it were not for the domain of the Gods, even the protective gear that could block the spirits of the gods when migrating on the land would be a bit of a stretch, and the number of people began to increase dramatically because of the environment without worries, resulting in a shortage of food.

The hunting that could be organized by humans was too insignificant.

Moreover, the atmosphere in the settlement was also changing. Although the previous generation could still take responsibility, the newborns born in the new settlement, who were blinded by the illusion of safety, still lost a lot of self-awareness and the sharpness and numbness when facing disasters. Although it was not noticeable now, when the disaster really came, it would only kill more people.

The most important thing is that the human race was like a ghost before, not being noticed by anyone, and the advantage of being noticed has completely disappeared. Their position is exposed to all races, and the range of migration is transparent in the eyes of other races.

When facing Roland, in addition to tentatively asking about the other party's purpose, Rick did not ask questions like Xinke or Jibril.

He knew that asking questions casually was a very dangerous thing.

Rick originally planned to use this irresistible obedience as bait, and when there was really nothing to do, use that trump card to create a possibility for others to escape.

But although Roland used human language and looked like a human, the other party was still a genuine God species, and his thoughts and ideas were all in the control of the other party.

This fact made Rick, who was troubled before, laugh at his own ridiculousness.

"Nothing can escape your eyes. I understand. I will summon the God of Victory for you."

Hearing this, Chronicle and Jibril looked at him with surprised eyes.

Humans actually have the means to call gods?

"Don't get me wrong... This is just my guess. Even if it's true, it's only a one-sided method. Whether it can get a response depends on the will of the God of Victory."

Rick smiled bitterly and waved his hand.

Humans know less about the God of Victory than other races, but as the first person who may have talked to the God of Victory, combined with the other party's glorious record in recent years, the grown-up Rick has roughly deduced the other party's true intentions.

Although it may be just a joke, he did promise that if you want to win, you must call his name.

Most people can't connect that violent posture with protection, but in Rick's opinion, the most representative of the nature of the God of Victory is the changeable posture.

With the persistence of victory shown by the God of God, Rick doesn't think that the other party will lie about such a thing.

But after he got this method, he still chose to keep this secret in his heart and never used it even once.

In the final analysis, humans have nothing to give back to the God of God.

Although I don't know why the God of Victory didn't create his own family, humans must never really have the arrogant idea that they have formed a dependent relationship with the other party.

The weak never claim the rights of the strong.

The reason why he chose to obey Roland now was the same as the reason why he chose to become the backbone of the creation of the Kingdom of Elkia with his young body.

It was not because of responsibility, obligation, or compassion.

Rick did all this just to survive. When he witnessed the God of Victory chopped the attack that should have completely destroyed his hometown into pieces because of a whim, he realized one thing.

God is unreasonable, and he has never been qualified to refuse.

Rick pondered for a while, his lips moved, and he read the name in a very small voice.

The next moment, Roland raised his head as if he had realized something and looked at the open palace door.

There, a huge storm swept up everything around and moved towards Roland in a spiral posture.

This was not a natural phenomenon, but the incarnation of the gods.

But compared with the wild boar Roland encountered before, the breath and power contained in this gust of wind were dozens of times more than a single incarnation.

The man did not hide his figure. He was a handsome young man wearing a robe that dragged on the ground.

The clouds that were swept away by the tornado finally gave the sky a break. The bright sunshine shone down, reflecting a warm glow on the boy's body.

Around him, there was a slowly dissipating breeze.

"I met what I wanted in this situation. It seems that Mithra still blesses me."

The boy made an opening statement with a joyful tone and high spirits.

He stared at Roland, and the smile on his face gradually turned into a fierce and wild smile, like a child.

"Very good! You are an excellent warrior," the boy glanced at everything around him, but his expression showed an obvious bitter smile.

"However, you didn't go to trouble the two gods first. It seems that this is a premeditated attack by you. I didn't expect that I, as a god of war, would lose the initiative. Although this is also worth being happy about, I am still very curious about your reason."

Even ordinary people can clearly feel the powerful power in that slender body.

Although he and Roland both have human appearance, there is a decisive difference between the two. The boy's face is too delicate, just like a bodhisattva. It is a face imitated from a human face, and it is a work of art that is more beautiful than a human.

Everyone around almost held their breath, and even Jibril did not speak without permission.

At this point, the other party's identity has become clear.

But Roland still maintained his previous detached attitude, looking down at the young god in front of him, and said lightly.

"Isn't the reason obvious? You are the god of disobedience, and I want to be a godslayer, that's all."

"Hahaha! Right! That's right!"

The young god laughed, "Then, before asking your name, even I have to report my name first!"

"I am the god of victory, the sword god who kills dragons, the undefeated god of war,

-Veleslana."