Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

"What a damned bastard, it's enough to obediently look down at the ground and die. How dare you look at me with such a disrespectful look, you really deserve to die!"

Still with that absolutely haughty tone, as if a huge wild boar was galloping, it was so insignificant.

However, for Gilgamesh, it is indeed not worth mentioning.

One by one, golden 'buds' bloomed layer by layer in the air.

Dozens of doors, hundreds of doors of light, gradually opened.

Whether it's a sharp sword, a treasured sword, a long halberd, or a short dagger, all of them slowly reveal that admirable figure from the layers of golden ripples.

The King's Treasure, or the Gate of Babylon, no matter what the name is, it is not enough to describe the dignity of this treasure.

Then, there is the torrential rain of light, made of Noble Phantasms, the torrential rain of light.

One piece of treasure, one piece of existence with unparalleled prestige in history, was shot out like arrows.

The next moment, the extremely arrogant wild boar was instantly pierced, cut off, and smashed to pieces.

Whether it was the flame built by the blue divine power, the scarlet solid fur, the scarlet muscles, or the snow-white sharp fangs, they were easily shattered before being supported even for a moment.

The boar slowly fell to a few meters in front of Gilgamesh.

That is an absolutely insurmountable distance, an absolute gap in strength.

However, the death of the wild boar also allowed Welleslana to achieve his original intention.

Appearing suddenly in Gilgamesh, only a few meters away, definitely not a distance.

That body was surrounded by green, brown, crimson, and golden brilliance.

Clenching his fists tightly, the slender but imposing figure rushed towards Gilgamesh.

And, in the eyes of Gilgamesh, the steel fist that gradually enlarged, surrounded by extremely strong divine power, was enough to determine the outcome.

"Take this blow, and surrender the victory you hold fast, O King of Heroes!"

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It was a camel, blue-gray, with a traveler's yearning for life, and a camel that could easily resist the power of tigers and wolves.

It was a male bull, with extremely solid muscles, sharp horns, and a resolute will.

It was a phoenix, shrouded in scarlet flames, with its head raised and howling, it spread its blazing wings tens of meters long.

That is, the God of War in the East, the concept of victory, the power of Veleslana, the third of the ten incarnations.

The camel, which symbolizes tenacity and the ability to strike through gold and jade, the bull, which symbolizes strength and unparalleled strength, and the phoenix, which implies fighting spirit and crushing all speeds.

At this moment, it would not be an exaggeration for Welleslana to say that the firepower is fully fired.

Nothing can resist this disobedient god whose body was originally forged by divine power.

Even another god of disobedience, or any godslayer, would be easily torn to pieces under this blow.

Of course, Gilgamesh is no exception.

Even though he is wearing the overly solid armor woven of gold and legends, even though he has an incomparable divine body that can resist the tearing of space.

It is absolutely impossible to block this blow.

Therefore, the boy's face was filled with joy and a fiery smile at the moment.

However, there is also a slight hint of a sense of loss that is unclear.

I am delighted that I am about to win the victory, and I am passionate about this epic and mythical battle, and I am about to draw the curtain with my victory.

However, it is precisely because of the loss that he won again, and once again won the usual victory, which means the victory of his own rules.

This is also too inconsistent with the meaning of the body of refusal.

However, this is not important.

The moment Wellerslana used the speed of the phoenix to shoot lightly and rapidly from behind the majestic wild boar, the ending might be doomed.

However, it does not seem to be the case.

A handsome young man who was smiling lightly, but his eyes filled with divine light were filled with disappointment.

Vigorously, viciously, the moment he slammed that heavy punch that could easily knock a tall building to the ground at Gilgamesh, it seemed that something had happened.

That invisible or tangible thing blocked Welleslana's steel fist that meant killing.

It is estimated that it is some kind of Noble Phantasm, or some kind of high-level magic.

Welleslana thought about it lightly, but there was no change on that handsome slightly out of shape face.

But that's it.

He muttered softly, and then ruthlessly filled the blow with the power of the bull into the blow that already contained unparalleled power.

"Then, let's stop here and go to meet your miserable failure, King of Heroes!"

Such hearty, victorious words echoed softly, as if the battle had ended.

It was as if this young man had already won the victory.

However, no matter how you think about it, it will not be so easy.

"It's time to talk in your dreams, so go ahead and talk, bastard!"

The harsh reprimand without any hesitation, as if he didn't care about his situation at all, spit out heavily from Gilgamesh's mouth.

However, after hearing such words, Welleslana did not show any irritation.

He just lightly clenched that slender and snow-white fist that seemed to be blocked by something, but was completely wrapped in three different brilliance, and clenched again.

Then, without a hint of fancy,

Vigorously swung with all his might.

In this way, it will be solved. Under such an attack, there is no reason to survive.

At least, that's what Welleslana thought at this time.

However, it is estimated that it is only at this time.