Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

However, it may not be that simple.

Gilgamesh turned his head lightly. On that handsome and disfigured face balanced by masculinity and handsomeness, what hung was the contempt for the god who did not obey.

And, that unparalleled killing intent without a trace of mercy.

"Bastard, your so-called victory is all for this."

From his mouth, words that Welleslana was looking forward to.

However, this young man will not give up so easily.

"Not bad, very good, King of Heroes, you are worthy of admiration. It is a unique achievement for me to experience such a disadvantage."

Those were slightly relaxed words, as if he didn't realize his situation at all.

This too ancient tone was undoubtedly spit out from the boy's mouth.

Indeed, for Welleslana, the failure this time was not so much a lack of strength as a strategic or tactical failure.

Just because of the slight stagnation beside the King of Heroes, the opponent found a weakness and was defeated.

However, even so, even such a decline made him even more delighted.

How long has it been since he experienced such a disadvantage? Even the guy named Zoroaster, who has unparalleled intelligence and can be called the limit of a mortal, did not let him taste such a defeat what.

Just this is enough to make him feel happy.

However, he didn't do it just to feel the failure.

What he is looking for is to be more determined after failure, to work hard again and again, to be more violent, to practice himself.

as well as,

Once again, more brilliant, more eye-catching, and more deeply engraved in the legendary victory!

"Bastard, you'd better wait until you die to make such nonsense!"

It was arrogant, but it also contained some angry words. From the mouth of the King of Heroes, with a strong sense of majesty, he ruthlessly pressed down on Weleslana, who looked fragile. body.

then,

The boy saw it,

That face-to-face, layer by layer, is enough to be called a miracle.

That is a treasure, the crystallization of human wisdom and bravery, and an extremely precious thing in this world.

Yes, enough force to crush this world, as well as unique wealth.

On the faint ripples, one by one, enough to be called rare treasures and incongruous things, are slowly stabbing out of it.

Whether it's the holy sword inlaid with precious stones, or the giant scythe wrapped in gold, or the short spear made of silver, or the heavy halberd surrounded by layers of scarlet blood.

These are either extremely noble, or extremely luxurious, or heavy weapons that reveal history in their ordinaryness and simplicity, just like some crudely made objects, they are placed in front of this disobedient god.

"Your collection is really a little exaggerated."

Wellerslana couldn't help being speechless looking at this magnificent scenery that could be called spectacular.

Then he saw the last view of the boar he had just unleashed.

It was a rain of light, a tide formed by light, or countless extremely precious Noble Phantasms.

Just like that, one after another, they shot towards him.

Immediately afterwards, golden divine blood splashed out.

One piece of treasure, with various postures, pierced the boy's body fiercely.

As if being punctured, the golden blood of the gods flowed towards the ground, slowly gathering into a small pool of water.

However, there was no trace of pain on the boy's face.

No, I am afraid that even the most basic anger and hatred do not have the slightest trace.

It was a hearty, relaxed, nonchalant smile that hung gently on that delicate face.

"Also, it really hurts."

Welleslana spoke softly, with a trace of pain in his tone, but it was definitely not too much.

As the god of war, he has already experienced this kind of pain countless times in almost countless wars.

It's just that, it doesn't even have the qualifications to make him frown.

Then, there was a slight glow of white light.

The ram with its delicate, curly horns is appearing vividly behind the boy.

This is his power, the power of the Aram, one of the Ten Avatars.

It can recover at a high speed when dying, or even when it is close to death, it will give the holder of this avatar the strength to fight.

And at this time, it is exactly like this.

"Really, this war is far from the finale, King of Heroes, let me, let me, the God of the Army of the East, U Weleslana, come and take a good look at your most powerful The spirit of the ancient king!"

It was a big laugh, a heroic laugh, even under the entanglement of layers of sky locks, even in the midst of unparalleled injuries, even in front of that rare and powerful enemy that absolutely cannot be ignored.

He, Welleslaner, had no fear at all.

Because, he is a god, a god of disobedience, and an existence that brings victory.

"Aren't you going to face failure? This kind of will may be worthy of recognition, but, bastard, your crime of offending this king cannot be measured by a thousand cuts!"

Gilgamesh also narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the blood-drenched boy with his scarlet snake eyes.

Not lamenting, just confirming this guy's will.

No matter how damned his actions are, they can't cover up his arrogance in the concept of 'warrior'. Gilgamesh will never be stingy with his appreciation.

But, that's all.

The bastard who offends the king must be completely wiped out!

However, there was a slight smile on Veleslana's face, as if responding to Gilgamesh's appreciation.

then,