Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

Chapter 95 Not For Your Own Glory (Rewards Asked)

What a weight that is!

Not to mention the mountains, even a whole mountain range is definitely not as terrifying as the weight of this treasure.

Just this blow, just a light swipe, the consequences brought about are even more incomparably huge.

Endless power slapped the pitch-black giant fiercely, and then smashed the black dragon that had just left the ground without any hesitation.

Even, the power of the black dragon couldn't even be slightly stagnated for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, there was a roar, an incomparable roar that could be clearly felt even at the other end of Tokyo, an extremely huge roar.

Simultaneously, there was a huge earthquake, and the incomparably huge force slammed into the ground fiercely. The ground that had endured the blow couldn't help but wailed.

And under the black dragon's body, there was a huge pit more than ten meters deep.

At this moment, foul-smelling dragon blood gushed out from the smashed dragon head, its scales were torn to pieces, and its bones were cracked. At this moment, the black dragon named Vauban was severely injured.

Perhaps, for the real dragon species, this is also a terrible injury. At least, the strength to continue fighting is probably going to be greatly affected.

However, Vauban is not like this. Even though he has the vitality of a dragon and his sturdy body, he is fundamentally different from that dragon.

He is the 337 spirit body.

For a so-called spiritual body, such an injury is still too insignificant.

Even such a hideous injury gradually disappeared as the killing intent flashed more and more in the dragon's eyes.

Indeed, even so, for the spirit body, it can only reply at any time.

It doesn't even matter if you ignore it.

And at this time, it is exactly the same.

Vauban growled lightly, as if venting his pain, and then he raised the blood-soaked dragon head and the huge dragon wings that even covered the sky and the sun again.

Immediately afterwards, fan again.

Indeed, if he continued to fight on the ground, his huge body would be disadvantageous to him, and if he ascended to the sky, he would be in an advantageous position due to the effect of the dragon's breath.

But, would Gilgamesh let him soar up like this?

"Bastard, do you still intend to let this king look up at your filthy body?"

The disdainful words spit out from Gilgamesh's mouth, among them, there was almost infinite killing intent.

Then, he gently raised the bright silver holy sword that was only (bfeh) clutched in his hand.

Without a trace of hesitation, he swung down hard!

The stinky dragon's blood sprayed out again, and the shield named 'Blazing Seven Rings' blocked the scarlet blood for Gilgamesh.

Angry screams, mixed with unwilling wailing, roared out from the huge mouth that could tear apart steel.

This blow cut Vauban's wings in half.

Indeed, the length of the holy sword is still too slender compared to the body of the giant dragon, but if the wings are cut off, it is still enough.

"What a bastard, let me bow my head to the ground obediently and die!"

The arrogant words, with a hint of sarcasm, scorned the severely wounded dragon.

However, what responded to Gilgamesh was the fangs that were so sharp that they could pierce gold and jade.

Without hesitation, he bit down on Gilgamesh's huge mouth, as if he could easily swallow the king.

However, Gilgamesh just grinned slightly in contempt.

Immediately afterwards, a golden ripple unfolded behind his back, and the golden light was like a torrential rain, ruthlessly splashing away.

The ferocious dragon head was smashed open, and there were even huge bloodstains all over it.

However, just like this, it will definitely not be able to kill this giant dragon.

Gilgamesh frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with something.

Then, dull reddish-brown lines gradually emerged on his body.

But the giant dragon was still howling unwillingly in the heavy rain of the treasure.

He gently let go of the "Extremely Blessing Sword" in his hand, and gently slammed the holy sword towards the already potholed ground.

Then, at the moment before it hit the ground, it turned into a cloud of golden light dust, which was meaningless magical power.

And the treasure itself as the core is a transformed spirit body, once again attached to the scarlet magic circuit in the king's treasure.

And the next moment, another holy sword appeared in Gilgamesh's hands along with the ripples in the golden door.

It was still golden, with an extremely bright hilt, and a bright silver sword body that was filled with a holy aura.

This sword is called the sword in the tree, and it is also the sword of the chosen king. At the same time, it also has a more widely known name, Gulam.

And the holy sword Gulam, who had cut off countless dragon snakes, naturally had unparalleled restraint on that dragon species.

However, this is not enough, just this, may be able to kill Vauban.

However, Gilgamesh did not have the resolution to swing the holy sword dozens of times in order to kill this guy, drenched in that stinky blood.

As a king, he should have his own rules.

Such filth was not what he wanted to bear.

Therefore,

The reddish-brown lines on Gilgamesh's body became even worse.

Then, his sturdy body seemed to be burning, and layers of golden mist surrounded his body, even slightly covering that proud face.

The bloody aura came from the king's body, it was exactly the same, it belonged to the aura of dragon blood.

Or, it might be the majesty carried by the heroes bathed in dragon blood.

"It's not for my own glory!"

Gilgamesh softly chanted the true name of the treasure, and then, the pale golden mist gradually dissipated. Perhaps because of the user, the king's face remained unchanged.

Such a Noble Phantasm that conceals one's identity does not match Gilgamesh's. Therefore, because of Gilgamesh's will, this Noble Phantasm cannot be completely released, that is, the change of appearance and posture. , cannot be displayed.