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Even though she has been robbed of her authority, the divine power she represents is still at the level of the "Trinity Mother Goddess".
Just the swaying of divine power, the death brought about can easily turn the entire Tokyo into death.
This seemingly young girl, seemingly extremely delicate guy, means such an extremely exaggerated power.
The invisible black wind swayed in all directions, not letting go of any corner.
In just a moment, everything in this intricate place was reflected in Athena's heart.
Indeed, there has been no omission in the slightest.
There was a scornful smile on the corner of her mouth, and she turned her head slightly.
One after another, or light blue, or deep purple, or pure white, or deep red.
It was rays of light, layers of light dust fluttering in the air, with a breathtaking aura.
Then, the light dust condensed into figures one by one.
There,
Is a famous, silver knight.
That is extremely thick armor, judging by its heavy appearance, it is by no means something that ordinary people can carry.
These burly knights in a suit of armor held a variety of weapons in their hands.
Or knight heavy swords, or sharp long knives, as well as heavy halberds and spears.
They stepped on the buildings one after another, and the fragile buildings, layer by layer, were cracked layer by layer under their feet.
A faint golden light shrouded them. It was the ability called 'God Killing', which belonged to Gilgamesh.
A total of 500 people stood on top of those complicated buildings, or in alleys.
Among the only similarities, apart from the silver armor, there is only the weapon in the hand that never sheaths.
At this moment, the Knights of the Heroic Spirits, all of them, set foot on this land of the Far East.
"Really, as a king's background, let me praise you for the time being."
Athena said softly in that cold tone.
However, there was still a faint hint of horror.
Indeed, such power is too exaggerated.
Even in the age of the gods, even when the gods walked on the earth, human beings could never achieve such a level.
"Big knight, no, compared to these things, the big knight is not enough."
The delicate young girl shook her head lightly, her short silver hair was fluttering in the wind, swaying the soft light like moonlight.
Indeed, for a heroic spirit, even the weakest heroic spirit is enough to easily kill hundreds of great knights.
Whether it is muscular strength, durability or agility, it would not be an exaggeration to say that there is a huge difference between the two.
Moreover, most of these guys, even those guys who are over a hundred years old, are the great knights left over from the last century.
They were grateful for Gilgamesh's strength, and then propped up their broken bodies from the wicker chair or bed, and offered their loyalty to the king.
They should have been close to death, and perhaps they could no longer wield a sharp sword. At this moment, under the power of heroic spirits, they are several times stronger physically than those knights who are in their prime.
Not only is there a gap in strength, but there is also an absolutely irreparable gap in experience and experience.
They are all guys who have been fighting on the battlefield for decades. Whether it is martial arts or fighting wisdom, they are all powerful and terrifying guys.
Any one can easily defeat Liliana, and even Paul is not necessarily the opponent of these guys.
As aging is obliterated, it is the reawakening of strength and fighting spirit.
These guys, these guys who are eager for the battlefield, are eager for blood and blades, eager for fighting and fighting.
They gathered again, for (King Zhao's) belief, for an ideal,
for one,
to whom they pledged their allegiance,
The king who made them set foot on the battlefield again!
Gilgamesh looked at these knights who were supposed to be extremely old with a slightly satisfied expression.
".〃Knights, get ready to go. The battlefield here is the place called Nether World."
The corner of his mouth was slowly outlined, a ferocious smile with killing intent.
"Then, if you think about the blood of the disobedient god, it will surely sublimate your glory!"
What responded to him was uniform, the crisp sound of the armor and the ground being knocked.
The knights knelt down, tapped lightly on the breastplate, and then roared in unison.
"Follow your will, my king!"
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Chapter 75 Disobeying the Battlefield with the Heroic Spirits (Rewards Asked)
"Follow your will, my king!"
A famous knight half-kneeled on the ground, and their eyes were full of fiery expressions.
Perhaps, each of them had been fighting on the battlefield before, and their blood was surging time and time again.
However, as time goes by, they get old gradually, their strength keeps passing away, and their strength goes away with their youth.
Until, lying in bed, feeling my own aging - until dying.
Only those who have experienced such a situation know how painful it is.
So, in any case, no matter how strict the king is, it is not enough to dampen their enthusiasm.
He raised the sharp sword that he had put down a long time ago, and then stepped on the glorious battlefield again.
Such a dream, when it really comes true, is indeed an unparalleled joy for them.