Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

Looking at his nominal subordinate, he also felt a little stunned.

After all, judging by her sleeping appearance, this naive girl doesn't want a cold knight who can take away other people's names at will.

This is the so-called 'people should not be judged by their appearance'.

Gilgamesh sighed, and while covering the girl with a piece of clothing that was placed aside, he took out a jug of fine wine brewed by the gods from his "Treasure of the King" again, and drank it by himself. .

Don't think too much, it's not that he fell in love with this girl, it's just that he is caring for his subordinates.

The more subordinates who dedicate everything to him in this way, the more he cherishes them.

It is precisely because those people yearn for the king, it is precisely because the subjects worship the king, and it is precisely because the enemies fear the king.

Wang Cai should lead by example, let alone let his subjects down, let alone let his enemies lose their fear of him.

If you can't take proper care of your subjects, you won't be worthy of being a king.

Although Gilgamesh is arrogant, he is not arrogant, let alone arrogant.

On the contrary, he is extremely familiar with the way of being a king, and even takes it as his standard of conduct.

Because, he is the embodiment of the concept of 'king'!

The proud king put down the wine glass in his hand, and the corners of his slightly raised mouth were full of endless arrogance.

But his voice, which was originally deep, also carried an unparalleled killing intent at this moment.

"So, I don't know which god, which damned bastard, was crushed by me first?"

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Chapter 5 The Advent of the King (for collection)

A few hours ago, in a forest in Italy, nearly [-] meters underground br />

In that silent secret room, several witches were holding books of magic tricks that looked extremely old and slightly yellowed.

Those witches were all wearing magic dresses that could be used as spirit séances, embellishing these witches who were already extremely beautiful because of magic, embellished with mysterious colors.

However, unlike those precious magic dresses, the bodies of these witches were directly exposed, and spells were drawn on the snow-white body with blood.

But now, the magic circle engraved on the ground exuding golden fluorescence, and the precious gemstones on the wall are inlaid according to the arrangement of stars, making the atmosphere here extremely serious, even if those witches are extremely seductive. People, and I'm afraid no one has any bad ideas.

It's just that there are other things that are more attractive.

It was the corpse of a person, it was the corpse of a young child, it was piled up layer by layer, and there were hundreds of corpses of young children.

Around the magic circle, corpses piled up like garbage exuded a disgusting smell of blood.

However, the witches present were not affected by this bit of blood.

They are all like machines, preparing for the surgery with incomparable precision.

This huge ritual magic has been prepared for nearly a hundred years, and it cannot fail no matter what.

"The hounds of the Bronze Black Cross are almost here."

The only girl with closed eyes who was 'idling' opened her colorless eyes.

"The séance ceremony is not allowed to fail no matter what, you will use your own life to stop those guys!"

Even in the face of such a critical situation, this delicate girl, who was the witch commander of the association present, did not panic at all. She just issued such a cruel order in an extremely indifferent manner.

After all, although she is still as weak as a teenage girl, she has experienced hundreds of years of history.

Most of the witches present were her apprentices.

No one answered her words, no one refused, and no one responded.

The witches silently arranged the final magic ceremony, then got up one after another, and walked out of the house.

Looking at these apprentices who were resolutely going to die, although the delicate girl was still as expressionless as the ice on the top of the mountain, a trace of tears overflowed from the corner of her eyes.

"Then, it is up to you. The revival of our society, the Rosicrucian, is entrusted with your life."

Saying this, she looked at the remaining five witches, and although there was a hint of unbearable expression on her face, she ordered resolutely.

"Let's start the blood sacrifice, I hope that the descending 'God of Disobedience' can make us regain the glory of association!"

Following her words, the five witches raised their daggers carved from crystal and decorated with gold.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, they sent the dagger into their chests.

Even though blood gushed out of their mouths, the five witches seemed completely unaware, resolutely chanting incantations praising the gods.

"Then, come down, God, let us, mortals on the earth, feel the majesty of God!"

As the chanting of the incantation ended, the five witches lost their breath of life and fell on the magic circle poured with gold.

The bright red blood oozing from their bodies soaked the golden magic circle.

Then, the door of this secret room, which was nearly a hundred meters deep underground, was suddenly opened.

Knights in silver armor filed in one by one, their faces were full of resentment, resentment towards these witches who wantonly slaughtered mortals and performed rituals.

"Evil witch, accept the punishment of death!"

It was an extremely delicate voice, and Liliana, who was wearing a light blue knight uniform, stepped out from among the knights.

She looked at the corpses of young children that were randomly thrown on the ground, with endless anger in her eyes, and the little snow-white hand that was holding the 'Silver Master' tightly was a little pink due to excessive force.

"No, it's too late!"

In the eyes of the witch, there was a look of admiration, looking at the magic circle that was getting brighter and brighter.

Following the rise of the light golden dust of magic power, a golden figure appeared in the magic circle.

"God, our God, please give these sinners the punishment they deserve!"

There was a fiery look in the witch's eyes, and she stared intently at the figure appearing in the magic circle.

This is the association she belongs to, she has hoped for hundreds of years, and it is also her meaning in this world.

"That is the God of Disobedience, quickly retreat!"

A knight in thick silver armor couldn't even hold the long sword tightly when he saw the golden figure descending.

The endless majesty slammed on everyone present, so that these high-ranking witches and knights didn't even have the ability to stand upright.