Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

The power of the God of Disobedience is so extraordinary that it has already far surpassed the considerations of those fools.

But that's good, at least they can get a lot of happiness on the golden sands of Sardinia.

until death.

Died in the aftermath of the battle between the Demon King and the Disobedient God.

But at this moment, one of the two natural disasters, the guy named King of Heroes, is enjoying a hard-won breakfast for others.

It was a white, seemingly extremely luxurious long dining table. The several-meter-long dining table was filled with delicacies. At this moment, only one person was tasting them leisurely.

The man named King of Heroes was still wearing an unremarkable motorcycle suit, but the already cheap clothes made him more noble.

Behind him stood respectfully a beauty who was impeccable from any angle.

On the right side of Gilgamesh is Liliana, a girl with silvery-white long hair shining with dazzling luster, skin that is so holy that it is difficult to look away, and a face with His heroic spirit has a special meaning.

As the knight of the oldest king, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is perfect in terms of her own strength, external beauty, and even the most important loyalty.

On her left is the so-called 'Sardinian Witch', a guy who existed a hundred years ago, not to mention the pair of exaggerated big breasts, just the alluring curves, just Mouthwatering.

However, at this moment, the witch, who was thinking of a bad breath from the bottom of her heart, was in extremely bad condition.

In her jewel-like eyes, there was a little bit of blood, but it couldn't be concealed, and a slightly haggard look.

There is no doubt that this woman must have used some extraordinary method in order to restore her newly exhausted mana, otherwise she would not have shown such a miserable appearance in front of the king.

However, it is worth it for her, it is obvious that if she does not seize the opportunity to offer her loyalty and express her heart to the strong man who slaughtered the god who did not follow her, she would be the most stupid up.

Excluding the knights who are still obediently guarding their king, wearing heavy armor and maintaining a posture without making a sound, it has been a full half an hour. Perhaps this is a more beautiful picture. .

Of course, Liliana's inexplicably clamped legs lost her composure.

Slowly chew the bacon in his mouth that was specially airlifted from Orleans.

Gilgamesh indifferently felt the explosive delicate taste in his mouth, and the mellow aroma that could not be ignored, and frowned slightly.

Or for other people, it is already a rare, even the most untouchable delicacy, but for the King of Heroes, it is only barely enough to eat.

However, he is not a person who is extremely picky about food.

Especially before there are more important things that cannot be ignored.

"Sir Lukurazia."

It was clear and clear, with a hint of imperceptible hoarseness, but no matter from which angle you listened to it, it had an unparalleled magnetic voice.

"Do you know the location of the bastard who dared to touch the king's territory and even slaughtered the king's people?"

The king spoke slowly, with a hint of casualness in his tone, but as long as he dared to say a hint of rejection, he would definitely be decapitated.

The simple thing is that Lukurazia is also realizing how noble and arrogant he is serving.

This woman with a mature and overly mature figure, and her age is definitely too old, gently bent her waist, and then answered slowly after performing a slight etiquette that was neither humble nor overbearing.

"It's ready, as long as you order, you can find the whereabouts of the God of the Army of the East, Veleslana."

She forcibly suppressed the vibrato in her tone, and the paleness that was originally brought about by fatigue on her pretty face became a little heavier.

"Is that so."

Gilgamesh nodded in disbelief, then slowly swallowed the last piece of bacon on the plate.

However, thinking about it, he didn't have such a leisurely time to taste delicious food.

It was a slight vibration, perhaps to the extent that people who are not very sensitive may not feel it.

However, the aura called divine power that gradually permeated the air and made him feel a little nauseous suddenly appeared at this moment.

"I see, have you finally come out of your mouse hole, bastard?"

The scarlet eyes, which seemed to be floating with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, slowly opened, and at the same time, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, outlining a contemptuous smile.

Gilgamesh murmured softly, as if what he was about to face was not the most terrifying natural disaster in the world called the God of Disobedience, but some boring garbage.

Perhaps, for this king, the so-called opponent he is about to face is not even as good as ordinary garbage.

As he got up from the delicate wooden rattan chair, one after another, golden light spots suddenly appeared in the air, and then spun around the king with a little joy.

Layers of shiny armor with golden luster and polished exterior emerged from the king's body, and then wrapped it.

Then, with the permission of her lord, Lukrazia activated her magic.

Following a burst of space distortion, everyone appeared in front of this ancient building.

In front of them, in the sky above them, stood proudly a handsome young man.

With every movement of his hands, he declared his majesty to the surroundings all the time.

The oppressive feeling that was as heavy as steel, as viscous as blood, and sharper than a sword, crushed heavily on the helpless human beings.

That is the god, that is the god of disobedience, that is the army god of the East.

He is the embodiment of victory, he is the one who must win.

His name, Welles Lana!

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Chapter 33 Top Ten Avatars (For Collection)

That handsome, that white, that far away from the world, that guy who declares his existence all the time, and oppresses this world from the beginning to the end.

Welleslana, his name, his title.

Maybe it's not too stalwart or a well-known name, but the power and wisdom endowed to Zoroaster, the lord of Zoroastrianism, also originated from him.

The god of war, the god of victory, or something else.

In short, it is an ordinary person in the mortal world who can only look up to the existence of God.

Even if he comes in a disobedient body, he is not a guy who can fight against anyone.

But at this moment, he opened his mouth softly, and indifferent words spewed out from his pale lips.

"It was you who killed Mekar."

He spoke lightly, without the slightest trace of anger in his tone, only slightly regretful.