Chapter 333 Cooperation Means Obeying My Orders!

Stairs to trample on.

In front of such frivolous words, Xinke fell silent.

Her rational instinct made her want to admonish, and she couldn't help but feel worried about Roland. But aside from these factors, as far as Xin Ke was concerned, the only thing lingering in the girl's heart was expectation.

The world is a game beyond her control, and there will naturally be stronger and better players than her, so Xinke wants to end this war and reshape the world she wants by flipping the chessboard.

Although this ideal has gradually disappeared after seeing Roland's power, as a player, it is impossible not to have such thoughts.

——Become the [strongest].

Use undisputed technology, power, and strategy to hold eternity in your hands.

Just like rivers cut the earth, oceans crush land, land divides seas, and earth covers rivers.

In this eternal and continuous change, there is no difference between gods and elves. Only the strongest players sitting on the throne of glory will obtain eternal happiness.

But in the final analysis, delusions are just delusions.

The former God of War held the Throne of Heaven in his hands with an absolutely crushing attitude and began his near-eternal rule.

In this process, let alone the strongest, there has never been anyone qualified to be a challenger. But today, history seems to be repeating itself again.

From defeating the gods, to defeating the strongest dragon, to bringing the remaining gods and races under his rule.

As long as Roland can continue his invincible myth, even if there are still a few people who doubt his ability to defeat the God of War, both those who support him and those who oppose him must admit one fact.

That is, Roland is also a being that is beyond comprehension and can only be described as the 'strongest'.

As long as this limit can be crossed, the possibility of the Heavenly Throne changing its doors is absolutely zero. For Xinke, who can witness this history in person, it is even more worth risking everything.

And now is the moment when the strongest throne begins to waver due to challenges.

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"Hello, God of Forging, and God of Nature."

Roland smiled slightly and said hello before his body fell completely and his perspective was still looking down at the two gods.

"My unborn compatriot, Cainas and I have been waiting for you for a long time." Faced with the somewhat rude attitude, Okan didn't care and just stared at Roland with interest. "Is it my imagination? You seem to have the same brilliance as that kid, or is this the reason why you dare to challenge Artosh?"

As the God of Forging, Okan does not look powerful, and is even a bit gentle. It can be said that he is very different from the sharp-edged Cainas on the other side. However, despite this, Roland's impression of him is different from that of Weller. Slana is almost the same.

——The steadfastness that penetrates into the bone marrow.

Like the God of Disobedience, Okan also has an atmosphere dominated by obsession, and does he regard everything in the world as material that should be forged?

"Whether you have the confidence or not and whether you should challenge Arteo are two completely different things. If you want to take away the strongest one, it is only natural that you are destined to face him."

Roland chuckled.

"Furthermore, considering that you regard the marrow of the divine species itself as a material that can be forged, shouldn't it be my confidence to have such a partner?"

"Ha," Okan breathed out, his eyes flashed slightly, and his thick eyebrows subconsciously raised.

Confidence that borders on arrogance.

Although being praised by such a strong man was something that would make him happy, Okan, who took forging as a concept, still discerned the essence of Roland's tone.

That is the arrogance of putting oneself above the world and thinking that the world will change due to one's own will.

But unlike Veleslana, who holds all victory in his hands, he is different from the conceitedness born of concepts. What is revealed in the young man in front of him is a combination of past accumulation and certain facts. Birth Judgment.

He was extremely sure of the possibility of defeating Artosh.

"I have never seen such material...it is no longer the level of rough jade."

Okan's expression was a little complicated. As a god born from concepts, he instinctively wanted to throw away those unnecessary shackles and witness how tough Roland would become in the test of fire and war.

But as a god who has never been inconspicuous, he has become the last player in this game where gods fight each other. He cannot act as he pleases.

Defeating Artosh was a prerequisite for completing his theory.

Therefore, Okan must confirm whether Roland is qualified to become a challenger.

Whether it's for himself or for the goblins who trust him and follow him without hesitation.

"It seems that you are ready for this battle... against two gods at the same time. You already know this condition."

"Of course, it's better to say that this request is exactly what I want." The corner of Roland's mouth curved in an arc that was definitely not elegant, but anyone could feel the impatient joy from his expression.

"After all, fairness to a certain extent is the basis of all cooperation."

Just as Okan narrowed his eyes and thought about Roland's words, another void voice suddenly sounded.

"Hmph, you are exactly like Artosh in the past, but your attitude is much more arrogant than his."

Roland quickly reacted and looked at the owner of the voice.

That was a man standing next to Okan, majestic like an ancient tree, but full of vitality.

From the appearance and arrogant attitude that are exactly the same as the elves, it is hard not to associate him with his identity.

"In that case, Forest God Cainas, what do you have to say?"

Roland shrugged and said playfully.

Hearing Roland's evasive words, Cainas made a somewhat unhappy sound.

"I am kind to your invitation to cooperate, but you repay me by taking away my family?"

Speaking of this, Cainas glanced at the elf girl who had landed not far away and was in the front of the crowd, but was completely different from his companions who had recognized his identity and began to kneel on one knee and bow their heads.

"Xinke Nirvalen, the most gorgeous flower crown among my creations."

As if she realized that the Lord God was talking about her, Xinke lowered her head to show respect, but until this moment, the panic on her delicate face disappeared after a flash.

"Hmph,"

Kainas didn't care about Xinke's attitude. To be more precise, he didn't care about the various feelings of his creations towards him.

After all, the spirit evil technique developed by Xinke used his power as firewood without restraint, almost to the point of lawlessness, but this did not mean that this God-like species who looked down on all gods would let Roland do what he did.

"Aren't you going to explain it?"

As if confused by Cainas' question, Roland tilted his head.

"Why?"

As if he was disdainful of answering such a stupid question, Roland smiled calmly.

"Although the charter has not been set, both the elves and the gnome alliance have joined the alliance. As the sole leader of the Elkia Kingdom Alliance, shouldn't my power be unlimited?"

"Xin Ke decided to become my subordinate. As long as this is her own will, it is enough."

Roland's sharp eyes pierced into Cainas' eyes like a blade, and he said quietly.

"What's more, you want me to explain it to you, arrogant clown... Are you worthy?"

He didn't care because of his aggressive attitude, and used the most sharp truth to reveal Cainas' disguise.

Whether it was Veleslana or Okan, even if the enemy was weaker than himself, Roland would not show an arrogant attitude.

Because in them, Roland could still find the will and consciousness that made him happy.

But Cainas was completely different. Simply put, this guy was quite unworthy of his position.

He ignored the elves, who were creatures, and acted as an air god. If Roland could use Cainas's concept that this behavior was natural evolution, and therefore did not need to be interfered with to save his dignity, then this guy's desire that was completely incompatible with his power was his own fault.

He adhered to the concept of being powerful and born naturally, and while he always looked down on the gods and creatures, he wanted to use the power of the elves to help him seize the throne, but he always stuck to his ways. Even for the deeper development of power, he needed a flash-in-the-pan genius like Xin Ke to help him show it.

If it weren't for the fact that the forest domain derived from Cainas' power was indeed the home of the elves, and that he didn't care about the details of her using the power of the gods, I'm afraid Xin Ke's evaluation of this main god would be lower than a scrap of paper.

It was really difficult for Roland to show kindness to such a guy who didn't know himself.

He was like this before the fight with Artosh. When the war really came, could he expect this guy to help?

"It is because I am worried about the existence of troublesome guys like you that I created the Elkia Alliance and looked for companions who can cooperate with me obediently."

"What is 'cooperation'?"

Hearing Roland put some emphasis on this word, Okan asked curiously.

"Cooperation means obeying my orders!"

Such a stylish answer made Okan slightly stunned and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Even though he knew the nature of this guy a long time ago, he still couldn't control his mouth.

"You little brat!"

The jungle behind Cainas trembled violently because of his emotions. The forest rose wildly again, and the cold steel around it was dyed with an untimely green. The branches and grass in the forest grew rapidly, spreading like vines, surging in circles in a serpentine manner, and pretending to pounce.

But before that, they turned into ashes in Roland's useless eyes.

"What, do you think I'm afraid of being entangled?"

The scorching dust and scattered black ash instantly replaced them, scorching everything around them.

Just simply comparing the gravity caused by the mass, these single gods are really humiliating themselves compared to Roland, who has eaten countless concepts.

"Kainas, if you want to make a move here, I can only put aside the test and stand on his side."

Before the situation escalated, Okan stopped the conflict that was about to break out with a helpless voice.

After suffering a loss, Kainas regained some reason and stopped talking. He just looked at Roland coldly and walked to the back.

"Then, please wait a little while before the battlefield transformation is completed."

Okan glanced at Roland. Although he seemed to be indifferent to the conflict, he held a vine that had not yet turned to ashes in his hand, and his smile became more leisurely.

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During the waiting time, the news that the three gods were going to fight spread rapidly as if they had legs.

Hadenfell was originally a mechanical civilization with advanced technology. The efficiency of transmitting information in the city was much higher than that of other races. When the Elkia landed, most of the residents were attracted by it.

When this news, which was like the reappearance of a myth, spread, even the calmest leader was stunned.

"What is the master thinking?"

Ronnie looked at the missing Lord God with helplessness, and reinforced the experimental table again with the goblins who were urgently transferred around.

This was originally used as a test site for the strategic killing weapon of the goblin race, the marrow explosion. When it was activated, he thought that the master was going to use other gods to test the performance of the weapon, but he didn't expect that he would personally go on stage.

And...

"I actually want to bring those pointy-eared main gods with me. I really don't understand."

Although he is the leader of the goblin race, because of the way he gets along with the main gods without any barriers, for Ronnie, Okan's existence is more like a close elder. That's why he is worried from the bottom of his heart.

The strongest challenger.

This title is not an honor, but a heavy burden, just like the nature of aggression and war.

The gap between the strong and the strong is even greater than the difference between the two. If things go wrong, the result will be completely ravaged. Even if they win or draw, they can't find anything to be happy about, because the god of war may have been ready for battle and may punish them with death and extinction at any time.

But the companions next to them all have excited and expectant expressions.

"I didn't expect to see the reappearance of the myth!"

"The master's divine furnace is finally going to start, so exciting!"

Seeing the exaggerated expression that was almost about to dance with joy, Ronnie held his forehead and sighed.

But to be honest, he could understand his companion's thoughts.

The power of the Gods has long been immersed in history in today's era. Although he has witnessed the power of Okan turning decay into magic on weekdays, it always feels less shocking compared to the power in the legend or even on the battlefield.

Since the influence of the God of Victory everywhere, as a life born in war, it is natural to yearn for that kind of power.

Especially when there is such an existence in your own family, it is normal to have a longing and worship for the Creator. Even Ronnie, who has always been calm and decisive, felt a surge of emotion in his heart when he heard about this.

But rationality still made him worry about the future. In the alliance, handing over some power to the strongest is inevitable, but according to the strength of the leader, the amount of voice is closely related to the size of the power, and this is even more true for the race with a backbone.

The existence of the Gods is the biggest backer. If the Gods, who are regarded as idols, also fall, in front of Roland's authority, I am afraid they can only become tools to be dominated.

Although becoming a witness to history and becoming a part of the challenge to the strongest god is an extreme romance.

With worries and wishes for the future, Ronnie muttered to himself.

"Old man, don't lose..."