Valeslana was the War God of the East. He was a god from the Sect of Fire and had a relationship with the Sect Leader of the Sect of Fire, Zoroast, who granted him courage and strength.
Of course, if it was the Sandbox Court that judged strength based on their own spiritual personality and achievements, Veleslana would never be on the same level as Zoroast. However, the God of Disobedience had appeared in this place called Sardinia.
After losing 90% of his divine power in the battle with Mecar, he was still looking for his lost avatar.
Of course, as his enemy, Mecar was not any better.
At this moment, Mecar was facing a life-threatening problem.
It was an ancient building called Nuragai. These were tall spires on the ground. The complexity of the spires was enough to clearly indicate the architectural standards of the people of that era.
And under this Nuragai, which was made of black rocks, the God of Disobedience, Mecar, was recovering from his critical injuries.
In his chest was a golden sword used to cut off divine sparks. It was also an injury caused by the incarnation of Valerslana, the God of War of the East.
The giant golden sword was stabbed into his chest, and golden divine blood splattered along the sharp sword. Even if anyone with common sense saw it, they would realize that this was irreversible damage.
Such an injury was extremely fatal even for Mecar, the God of Disobedience. If he ignored it, he would return to myth.
However, to Mecar, who had the authority of the God of Life, it was not an injury that could not be healed.
After all, he was also the God of Hell, so such injuries would at most weaken his strength.
But even so, it would mean his death.
"Bastard, get out here!"
It was an extremely deep voice. In that masculine voice, there was an indescribable sense of majesty, which even made Mecar tremble.
Perhaps, if he wasn't the God of Disobedience, he would have felt fear.
However, at this moment, the heavily injured God of Disobedience revealed a smile that implied joy.
There was no doubt that the voice was berating him. With such strength, it was naturally the current owner of this land.
Naturally, as a disobedient god, he would not be afraid to fight with a god slayer.
In fact, he was even happy. It was the joy of being able to fight against a powerful enemy. Even if the price was his own life, he would not hesitate.
After all, this guy who could make him feel a trace of fear just by his voice really made him feel very excited.
"You really came at the wrong time!”
Mecar looked at the golden sword on his chest and could not help but show a trace of annoyance.
It was not because he feared death, but simply because he could not fight to his heart's content. As the God of Disobedience, he had never had any reason to fear!
The God of Disobedience slowly walked out from under Nuragai.
In front of him was a ship of light made of gold and emerald.
The golden ship hovered in the air, and the man was standing on it.
The man named Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be silently contemptuous of the heavily injured God of Disobedience in front of him.
"Then, you are the so-called Mecar, bastard!”
That was an extremely arrogant tone, without a trace of peace. There was only incomparable killing intent.
The God of Disobedience, who had just been exposed to the sun, let out a hearty laugh.
It was a god that was more than two meters tall. Its entire body was extremely solid, as if it was made of stone. Scars dotted its incomparably strong body.
The knights who had followed the king here couldn't help but show fear when they saw this disobedient god.
The Heroic Spirit Knights, who were originally synonymous with perseverance and determination, could not help but reveal a will to worship from the bottom of their hearts.
There was no doubt that although this God of Disobedience was unkempt and severely injured, he exuded a sense of sanctity that made people submit.
Just looking at him made her want to kneel down and lower her head.
However, even so, none of the knights bent their bodies.
The fear that flashed in their eyes had long been covered by a strong, burning fighting spirit.
Even though their king had not given the order, they all placed their hands on the hilts of their swords.
There was no doubt that they all had the desire to kill the God of Disobedience, and they all had the desire to use Mecar's blood to support their own legends.
Even if they killed a disobedient god, they wouldn't obtain any authority, but they could still increase their own legend and thus increase their strength.
"Then, there are so many heroes, no, I should say heroic spirits.”
Mecar said in a deep voice, but there was a hint of mockery in his tone.
"It seems that you have obtained the authority of Odin's Heroic Spirit Hall. This isn't an ability suitable for combat!”
However, when he heard Mecar's words, Gilgamesh revealed an arrogant smile.
"Why do you think that I need to deal with a bastard like you?”
Gilgamesh's tone did not conceal his contempt for Mecar at all. Perhaps to him, even a god who was high and mighty in the eyes of ordinary people was just a bastard that could be killed at will.
This was how arrogant the king was. He was like a star hanging high in the sky. No matter how dazzling he was, he was not something ordinary people could touch.
"Do you want these heroic spirits to be cannon fodder against me?”
The mocking smile on Mecar's face grew even wider, and there was even a hint of intense killing intent in his pitch-black eyes.
He was a god, and it was the same even if he was a God of Disobedience. The tolerance of a god allowed him to ignore the disrespect in Gilgamesh's tone, but he could not tolerate such behavior.
He could not tolerate himself being defeated by these heroic spirits. He absolutely could not!
"If you have such dirty thoughts, you'd better not embarrass yourself!”
As he spoke, the phantom of two cudgels slowly condensed in his hands.
There was no doubt that this God of Disobedience was truly furious.
"Ha, what are you talking about, bastard!”
Upon hearing Mecar's words, an arrogant smile appeared on Gilgamesh's face. His scarlet snake eyes slowly opened, and endless pressure emanated from his body, hitting the knights.
"Do I need to personally deal with a bastard like you?”
The corners of Gilgamesh's mouth curled into a dangerous arc.
"A bastard should behave like a bastard. Just kneel obediently and die. You actually want to dirty this king's hands, your crime is truly unforgivable!”
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