One by one, the precious artifacts that were blocking Valerslana were easily removed.
That ridiculously handsome youth was viciously kicking down at the golden figure.
It meant that the incarnation of the camel carried an unparalleled kicking power.
If it hit, it would definitely not be as simple as a heavy injury.
Even a proper corpse would be difficult to preserve.
However, this attack, this ferocious attack…
So...
It ended here.
It was a bright silver chain called the Heaven Lock. It was a divine relic.
No matter what kind of power it had, as long as the divinity was dense enough, it could easily make it difficult for the other party to break free from the Treasured Artifact.
It could be said that it was an absolute suppression of Treasured Artifacts against those existences that possessed divinity.
At this moment, these chains were undoubtedly wrapped around Valerslana's body, which was not considered strong.
The unquestionable power stopped the attack in the air.
At this moment, the battle was truly decided.
However, it might not be that simple.
Gilgamesh turned his head gently. His handsome face, which was balanced between masculinity and handsomeness, was filled with contempt for the God of Disobedience.
There was also an incomparable killing intent that showed no mercy at all.
"Bastard, your so-called victory is only for this.”
The words that Valerslana was looking forward to came out of his mouth.
However, this young man would not give up so easily.
"Not bad, very good. Hero King, you are worthy of admiration. To be able to let me taste such a disadvantage is a unique achievement.”
It was a slightly relaxed tone, as if he didn't notice his situation at all.
This overly ancient tone was undoubtedly spat out from the youth's mouth.
Indeed, the failure this time was not so much a lack of strength as a failure in strategy or tactics.
Just because he had paused slightly beside the Hero King, the other party had found his weakness and defeated him.
However, even so, even with such a decline, it made him even more happy.
It had been a long time since he had experienced such a disadvantage. Even Zoroast, who had unparalleled intelligence and was considered the limit of mortals, had never let him experience such a defeat.
Just this alone was enough to make him feel happy.
However, he didn't just want to feel failure.
What he wanted was to be even more determined after his failure. He wanted to work hard again and again, to be even more intense, to train himself.
Also,
Once again, it was a victory that was even more brilliant, eye-catching, and deeply engraved in the legends!
"Bastard, you should wait until you're dead before you say such nonsense!”
Those words were arrogant, but there was also a hint of anger in them. From the Hero King's mouth, there was a strong sense of dignity as he pressed down on Veleslana's seemingly fragile body.
And then,
The youth saw it.
The layers and layers were enough to be called miracles.
That was a Treasured Artifact, the crystallization of human wisdom and bravery. It was an extremely precious item in this world.
Yes, enough to crush this world's martial strength, as well as unique wealth.
On the faint ripples that stirred up waves, pieces of things that could be called rare treasures and things that did not match were slowly piercing out.
Whether it was a holy sword inlaid with gems, a giant sickle wrapped in gold, a short spear forged from silver, or a heavy halberd surrounded by layers of scarlet blood.
These weapons were either extremely noble, incomparably luxurious, or ordinary and simple, revealing the heavy weight of history. They were placed in front of the disobedient god like some crude objects.
"Your collection is really a little exaggerated.”
Valeslana looked at the magnificent scenery and could not help but be speechless.
Then, he saw the last scene that the wild boar he had just released saw.
It was a torrential rain of light, a tide formed by light or countless extremely precious artifacts.
Just like that, one after another, they shot towards him.
Then, golden divine blood splattered everywhere.
One precious artifact after another ruthlessly pierced through the body of this youth in all kinds of postures.
As if it had been pierced, golden divine blood flowed to the ground and slowly gathered into a small pool.
However, there was no pain on the young man's face.
No, he probably didn't even have the slightest bit of basic anger and hatred.
It was a bright and relaxed smile, as if he didn't care at all. It hung gently on her delicate face.
"It, it really hurts."
Valeslana said softly. There was a trace of pain in his tone, but it was definitely not much.
As the War God, he had experienced this kind of pain countless times in countless battles.
Just this alone did not even have the qualifications to make him frown.
Then, there was a faint white light.
A male goat with exquisite, curly horns appeared lifelike behind the youth.
This was his Authority, the Authority of one of the ten incarnations, the Male Goat.
It could recover at a high speed when on the verge of death, or even when it was close to death, it would give the owner of the clone the strength to fight.
At this moment, it was exactly like this.
" Really, this war is far from the finale. Hero King, let me, let the War God of the East, I, Valerslana, take a good look at your magnanimity as the most ancient king!”
It was a laugh, a heroic laugh, even under the entanglement of layers of Heaven Lock, even under the unparalleled injuries, even in front of a rare powerful enemy that could not be ignored.
He, Valerslana, was not afraid at all.
Because he was a god, a god of disobedience, an existence that brought victory.
"You still don't plan to face failure? Such determination is worthy of recognition, but you bastard, your crime of offending this king is not something that can be measured by a thousand cuts!”
Gilgamesh looked at the youth who was already drenched in blood, and his scarlet snake eyes narrowed slightly.
He wasn't sighing with emotion, he was just confirming this guy's will.
No matter how damned his actions were, it could not conceal his pride in the concept of a warrior. Gilgamesh would never be stingy with his admiration.
However, that was all.
Those bastards who offended the king must be completely wiped out!
However, a faint smile appeared on Valerslana's face, as if he was responding to Gilgamesh's praise.
And then,
He used his hearty but slightly hoarse voice to softly recite the undefeatable incantation.
"I am the victor!"
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