Thousands of iron chains seemed to lock the entire sky, and many of the eyes in the gaps could not be pierced. Before the Eight Cloud Trace could throw back those treasures, the iron chain had already locked his body.
"The higher the divinity, the greater the resistance to you. You can't escape anymore, right?”Gilgamesh had the Radiant Ship of Light fly to the side of the Eight Cloud Traces and looked down at the golden pupils of the Eight Cloud Traces. He wanted to see the moment the other party was executed.
"I actually wasted so many of my precious artifacts to be able to catch you. This really makes me surprised, but you still have to die. Those who dare to look at this king will be executed. Of course, you should also celebrate.”
Gilgamesh sat on Vimo's ship of light, took out a jug of fine wine, and poured it into his mouth. Countless precious artifacts began to appear around him. They were extremely bloodthirsty at the moment, wanting to kill the person in front of them.
"Jin Pika, you seem to be a little too stupid.”The Eight Cloud Traces smiled, and the crack behind him became bigger. The locks of heaven that bound the crack actually began to loosen.
"I never said that I have divinity.”
All of a sudden, the Heaven Lock shattered and was sucked into the crack until it completely disappeared.
"Bastard! Don't you dare!" Gilgamesh went crazy. The King's Treasure behind him began to shine again, and thirty-two precious artifacts were projected!
Thirty-six precious artifacts were projected!
Fifty-two precious artifacts were projected!
Then, there were the seventy-two Treasured Artifacts!
Gilgamesh's Master, Tokiomi Tokiomi, was also going crazy with him. He had thought that Gilgamesh would definitely win, so he would retract the curse. He did not expect such an unforeseen event to occur.
However, the Eight Cloud Trace laughed even more happily. If you came, I would take one. If you came with a hundred, I would also take a hundred. The crack would not be destroyed by a mere precious artifact. Therefore, in an instant, the crack suddenly enlarged and took all the precious artifacts. Those were precious artifacts. Although the Eight Cloud Trace did not think much of those precious artifacts, he could sell them to others.
"Bastard, you're dead!" Gilgamesh roared, and even his snake eyes appeared. The magic power consumed by countless precious artifacts was almost exhausted. He stood on Vimo's ship of light, and then he saw a scene that almost made him explode with anger.
A chair actually appeared behind Eight Cloud Trace. He was leisurely drinking some pity that came from somewhere. There was a slice of lemon stuck on it, and then he burped.
"Oh right, I also want to give you a gift.”
Eight Cloud Trace suddenly said this, and then the entire world became extremely silent.
That was because he had ignored the attacks of those precious artifacts and was completely unharmed. The only strange thing was that strange purple-black crack. There seemed to be a demon hidden in that huge crack, making people shudder.
"I'll return it to you, the King's Treasure!”
"Divine Spear, kill him!"
With a wave of his hand, it was as if he was overlooking the scenery. His white clothes were even more blood-red, and then the gap behind him suddenly enlarged, and countless precious artifacts rushed into the sky.
The light was like a shooting star, slowly streaking across the horizon.
At night in Dongmu City, there was a magnificent meteor shower. It would be quite famous even in the future.
"That's it. I'm leaving. Bye.”Eight Cloud Traces had just seen Gilgamesh being transferred away by the command spell, but he had also paid a corresponding price before that. That was a rather fatal injury, enough to weaken him for a while.
Furthermore, Gilgamesh had to be used as a prop to move the plot forward, so he could not be killed. Then, Eight Cloud Traces realized that time was almost up. He pulled open a gap, turned around, and disappeared without even looking at the half-collapsed mountain peak.
Tonight was destined to not be quiet. In the brightly lit Farban Manor, Gilgamesh was covered in bullets on the bright red carpet. The demon, Eight Cloud Traces, had actually used a precious artifact that originally belonged to him to attack him. Gilgamesh was now like a hedgehog, but when he thought back to the scene just now, he felt a wave of fear. There was actually no divinity in that strange demon's body.
He couldn't think of any monster in this world that didn't have divinity. It must be known that such a powerful monster would definitely be worshipped by people. Those beliefs would transform his body into a god, which was divinity. Divinity and faith would make a person stronger. There were many examples of people becoming gods, and there were even more demons becoming gods.
However, that Eight Cloud Traces did not have a trace of divinity at all. In other words, he did not have any humans or demons to worship. Was that possible?
It simply destroyed his worldview of thousands of years.
"Damn it!" Gilgamesh tore off those divine spears and crushed them with one hand. He could not help but be furious. It was simply unimaginable that a demon that had been alive all this time had defeated him.
"Calm down, my king. That demon is not the master of any heroic spirit. There is no need to worry about harming our hegemony.”
Tokiomi was also so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat. He did not know who the demon was. He could not find his image in any of the ancient books. It was as if he had been born out of thin air.
However, he had to appease this injured heroic spirit.
" I want him to pay the price!"
Gilgamesh took out a small bottle of medicine from the King's Treasure and gritted his teeth.
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