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In Gilgamesh's hand that was raised above his head, the first opening sword was slowly increasing the speed of rotation.
Gradually, each lap is faster and faster, and each second is faster.
At this moment, the fire of the sun, the white horse that ended, gradually took shape.
The snow-white, pure white, pure white, snorting steed was aiming at the king.
"Wake up, Bizarre Sword, the stage suitable for you has been set up!"
Those haughty words, with a slightly proud tone, spit out from Gilgamesh's mouth.
The face of the oldest king was filled with arrogant killing intent, without the slightest sympathy for his enemies.
At this time, there was a loud noise like the whistling of a hurricane on the hilt of the sword, and at the same time, endless magic power diffused from it.
"Really, the scenery is exaggerated enough, indeed, this trip is worthwhile."
The faint smile on Welleslana's face was finally taken off. Even though the delicate face could still maintain a calm expression at this time, but in the pure jewel-like eyes, there was It was extremely shocking.
At this moment, the white horse has already rushed more than half of the distance with unparalleled power, and it is already very close to the golden king.
It only takes a moment to turn it into ashes.
but,
Immediately afterwards, the divine sword that proudly rolled up the gale spun continuously, performing a miracle like the creation of the world.
The King of Heroes in golden armor declared loudly again.
"Look up, the heaven and the earth are deviated, the star of pioneering!"
The sky is screaming, and the earth is shaking.
Huge magic power, bound by the laws of the universe, was liberated.
At this moment, the whole world is shaking, even crying helplessly.
One after another, the scarlet rays of light, which symbolized the shattering of the world, rushed fiercely at the flickering white horse and Navelerslana.
"Really, it's a bit too strong."
The God of Disobedience, named Welleslana, looked at the gradually overwhelmed red light, easily turning the white horse into nothingness, and couldn't help showing a helpless smile.
"Then, let's just admit your status as the winner."
In Welleslana's tone, there was unwillingness, anger, and perhaps, a hint of joy.
He sighed faintly, looking at the crimson, gradually approaching light, and the gradually fragmented world that turned into pieces of faults.
"I hope to have another battle with you, another epic, mythical, incomparably exciting battle."
Immediately afterwards, the scarlet light ruthlessly landed on him.
That incomparably strong body gradually turned into dust, and was expelled from the world.
The brilliant, golden blood of the gods floated on the already fragmented earth, staining it with golden traces.
Only the handsome young man remained, with unwilling words.
"Then, look forward to our next battle, King of Heroes!"
The warlord of the east, the invincible Veleslana,
In this regard, return to the myth!
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Chapter 40 The King's Burden (for collection)
The youth-like God of War in the East, the God of Disobedience known as Veleslana, has completely returned to mythology.
Even the divine blood that was splashed down, shimmering with a rich golden color and carrying a slight sense of oppression, gradually turned into golden light dust and disappeared into this world.
Not to mention the body, even the small corners of the clothes are not kept, as if it didn't exist at all.
He has completely returned to the place where the gods are, the place called Mythology, and, gearing up, ready to go, waiting for the next, more intense battle, and then, fiercely praised that must have been hard-won victory.
However, if it is true that there are no traces left, it is indeed extremely incorrect.
There is no doubt that there are ravines and ravines on this land, and those tragic scars are silently crying to the world about the heroic battle situation just now.
No, not just the earth.
Whether it is the sky, the mountains, or even the sea hundreds of meters away.
One after another, jet-black traces covered it, and then continued to brighten it fiercely.
It was the aftermath of Gilgamesh's blow, the so-called crack in space.
There is no doubt that this island has become unparalleled dilapidated at this moment.
Sea water and air endlessly filled the cracks in that space, and the jet-black cracks brought by the scarlet light devoured the vitality of this soil all the time.
Moreover, the massive blow just now completely tore the innocent town that stood there originally into pieces, and then threw it to the 'outside' of this world.
Therefore, the high-ranking king who despises all living beings, without a doubt, directly destroyed the promise he just made with his own hands.
There is no way, indeed, there is no way, no treasure can resist the power of the 'White Horse', if you want to offset it, you can only use the same or more superior power to ruthlessly Beat hard.
The only thing that can do all of this is the Deviant Sword.
Even though Gilgamesh only activated less than one-tenth of the output of the Deviation Sword, the consequences were undoubtedly revealed to everyone.
It was not the power of might, but his, the power of the Oldest King.
Be it the mages or all the knights, including Liliana, none of them had the guts to speak out about the king's mistakes.
No, perhaps it is because such a tragedy has already happened, so it is meaningless to speak stupidly about how to make admonishment.
However, this does not mean that Gilgamesh's heart is also so peaceful.
Even if he regards his own people and the territory under him as his property, such a wasteful behavior cannot be allowed by himself.
For this reason, Gilgamesh also showed a hint of anger on his face.
Angry because of losing face, angry because of the innocent death of his own people, angry because it was a foolish act committed by himself.