Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

However, next, a cruel smile was outlined on the corner of his mouth.

In front of him was a blond man with a haughty figure that could not be ignored.

That is, the godslayer named Gilgamesh.

"Your safety, Gilgamesh the hero king!"

As Vauban said, he bowed slightly to the figure.

Indeed, no matter how humble his actions were, the ferocious arrogance in his bones was not concealed in the slightest.

"Why, don't you want to fight this king, bastard?"

The words filled with arrogance were spoken from that man's mouth, but they seemed so appropriate.

He is a king, and he should be extremely proud.

"Is it here?"

When Vauban said this, although there was a trace of hesitation in his tone, his eyes were full of silent contempt.

"Why, do you care about these bastards?"

Gilgamesh frowned slightly. He knew what kind of person this guy in front of him was. This superficial disguise was meaningless to him.

"Is not likely to."

Sure enough, it was a response without a trace of hesitation.

The aloof godslayer didn't care about the lives of mortals at all.

"However, I will leave it to my subordinates to clean up the battlefield."

Such words, uttered from his mouth, carried an unspeakable chill.

Then, a puffy, black shade.

A famous knight, or magister, walked out of it.

The sharp long swords in their hands were lifted up lightly, and then swung down fiercely.

Blood splashed one after another, and the wailing and screams echoed.

No matter who it was, they were killed without any hesitation.

Godslayers are so unreasonable, even if it is not an exaggeration to say that human life is worthless.

At this moment, there are already dead bodies everywhere.

"Then, those boring guys have already left the stage, so you have been waiting for a long time, Your Majesty the King of Heroes!"

The Marquis of Vauban said this, and bowed slightly again, as if he was really expressing his apology.

But that haggard face full of peace and fighting spirit carried an unspeakable meaning.

"So, ready to die, bastard?"

Gilgamesh looked at the man in front of him, and couldn't help showing a smile.

His scarlet eyes slowly opened, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood were rolling in them.

The power of the oldest king was revealed again without a doubt, the invisible aura slapped the surrounding air, and the faint breeze blew past along with the strong smell of blood.

"And this is the extremely proud king."

Vauban said so, and then gently raised his withered slender arm.

Immediately afterwards, with an understatement, he waved down and ordered without hesitation to the dead followers.

"The dead, kill him!"

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Chapter 92 Rotating the Sword of Victory (seeking a reward)

Those are the knights of the dead, because of the power of Osiris, they were left in this world, driven by Vauban, and forged evil deeds one after another.

"Really, such rubbish is like fooling me, damn bastard!"

Gilgamesh spoke heavily, looking at the swarming knights, he couldn't help showing a look of anger.

Indeed, how could such a guy be the opponent of the King of Heroes? Such an offensive is not so much a temptation, but an insult~ it would be more correct.

But, like that, what Vauban is about to face is the endless wrath of Gilgamesh-.

"To be so contemptuous of this king, let's turn it into scum."

Gilgamesh didn't look at the knights rushing one by one, instead he showed a ferocious smile.

A golden ripple swayed by his side, and then, the azure blue hilt slowly revealed from it.

Gilgamesh gently held the blue hilt, and then, with a slight force, pulled it out fiercely.

It was a long sword with a bright silver blade and almost no decoration.

However, even seeing it, I feel the heat wave blowing against my face.

That is, the holy sword that means the sun.

"God, no, treasure?"

Watching this scene, Vauban smacked his lips slightly.

Indeed, even for the godslayers who are incomparably rich, treasures are a luxury for them.

And the long sword is surrounded by blazing heat, silently declaring its incomparable.

"It seems that Gilgamesh has immeasurable treasures, so it should be taken for granted."

Vauban muttered to himself like this, but the next moment, his eyes flashed with horror.

That is the mantra, that is the condensed mantra.

Intangible magic power burst out from the sword, and then swayed towards the surroundings.

As if the earth had been scorched, Vauban couldn't help but feel an unparalleled chill from the rolling heat wave.

This blow, if you don't use all your strength, you will definitely not be able to block it!