Mecar, the god of nomads who represented storms, was naturally in a state of agitation, not to mention that he had been provoked by Gilgamesh.
Of course, even if it was another god in front of this Hero King who despised the world, they probably wouldn't be able to tolerate such an insult to the dignity of the gods.
Therefore, the two-meter-tall, sturdy god laughed heroically.
However, no matter who it was, they would be able to hear the incomparable anger in that extremely hearty laughter. That meant that the Godking was filled with boundless anger.
No matter how magnanimous he was, no matter how magnanimous he was, it did not mean that he would accept this contempt so easily.
"Nonsense, you can't possibly think that these fellows are really qualified to fight me, right? If you still have a bit of pride as a hero, then come and fight me personally!”
Mecar waved his huge palm hard. As he waved his palm, an ear-piercing sound of wind rang out in the air.
The Ruler of Gods was truly enraged, but no matter how furious this fellow was, how could it affect Gilgamesh in the slightest?
The king who stood proudly on the ship of light named Vimona curled his lips in disdain, completely ignoring Mecar's provocation.
Or perhaps, to him, those bastards who were not recognized by him did not have the right to talk to him from the beginning.
"In that case, I shall take the head of this bastard!”
Gilgamesh gave the order to the knights behind him with his majestic voice that was filled with a strong magnetism and contempt for everything.
No one responded to him blindly. The only response to his command was the sound of the sword being unsheathed.
The swords that had been painstakingly crafted by the most exquisite craftsmen were pulled out from the scabbards that were exquisitely tanned from the fur of the magical beasts.
The battle intent enveloped these knights. No one made a sound. Their eyes were as cold as iron and filled with endless killing intent.
Even though they hadn't been heroic spirits for long enough, every one of them knew what they had to bear.
They were the best among the knights. Whether it was their most important martial arts or their most basic physical fitness, they had reached the peak of humans. After they transformed into Heroic Spirits, they were even more powerful than the low-level Heroic Spirits in the Moon-shaped World.
At this moment, the army formed by hundreds of people was targeting the God of Disobedience in front of them, the existence at the top of this world.
The god named Mecar couldn't help but smile when he felt the murderous aura.
"Indeed, it's enough to be cannon fodder to wear down my stamina. Then, heroic spirits, offer your bravery to me, Mecar!”
He roared angrily, not caring at all about the wound caused by the golden sword that was still stabbed into his body. Golden divine blood gushed out.
Such an injury was merely an arrow at the end of its flight. What was shattered by the golden sword that tore apart the divine persona was not only his body, but also his own authority.
At the very least, under the detection of the witch with the bronze black cross, the God of Disobedience, Mecar, who had the power of storms and the two god relics forged by the God of Craftsmen, were torn apart by the golden sword.
At this moment, it could be said that he was unprecedentedly weak. Of course, even if he was killed by humans, he would not obtain any authority.
It was precisely because of this that Gilgamesh did not even have the desire to make a move himself. Dealing with such a severely injured enemy would be too damaging to the dignity of a king.
As for waiting for his injuries to recover.
How laughable. As the owner of this territory, how could Gilgamesh tolerate this bastard who had come to his territory to cause destruction?
Therefore…
The knights silently raised their swords and chanted the incantation to protect themselves. The magicians and witches standing behind the Heroic Spirit Knights also opened their books to protect the knights.
All kinds of tactics were stacked on top of these Heroic Spirit Knights. They were already extremely terrifying, and at this moment, they were barely able to contend with the Godly King in front of them.
At the same time, Mecar fiercely pulled out the 'golden sword that tore through divinity' embedded in his chest.
The golden divine blood sprayed out like a storm. In a moment, the ground was dyed golden.
Then, the power known as the God of Life was activated by Mecar. A moment later, his huge wound returned to its original state.
However, on the contrary, the Godhead that had been shattered by the golden sword had suffered even greater damage. It would take more than ten times longer to recover.
However, even so, it was still better than being attacked by these Heroic Spirit Knights as a weakness and dying directly.
After all, whether these two authorities were broken for a few hours or a few days, it would have no effect on this battle. As for the God of War of the East who might threaten him in the future, he would have to wait until then to consider.
After all, as a Godly King, it would be too tragic if he were to die so foolishly under the swords of these heroic spirits.
This was even worse than being defeated by the God of Disobedience from the Fire Worship Sect.
Therefore, Mecar planned to go all out.
"Announcement to the entire army!"
Liliana raised the Durandal in her hand and shouted at the knights behind her.
" The enemy is a god with the name of disobedience, a god named Mecar. The remaining powers are probably life and harvest. Therefore, we must end this quickly!”
Her clear voice was extremely loud and clear. On the platinum longsword inlaid with gold edges in her hand, streams of holy aura gradually gathered.
"Everyone, offer the head of the God of Disobedience to our king!”
Liliana said as she gently brandished the longsword in her hand. Her silver-white hair danced gently with the flashing sword light.
This girl was wearing a light blue knight suit that only a Grand Knight could carry. Her clear blue eyes were filled with an extremely heavy fighting spirit and absolute confidence.
No matter what, the knights who were like little bugs now had the confidence to fight against the high and mighty God of Disobedience under the protection of their Lord.
Therefore, regardless of whether it was for the king behind him or for his own glory as a knight.
No matter what, I, Liliana, will definitely take the victory of this war!
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