"I am the victor!"
The young man used a soft tone, a tone that could not be rejected, a tone that could not be doubted and was mixed with a strong fighting spirit, to gently describe this absolute fact.
In front of him, specks of golden light with unparalleled magnificence and brilliant beauty slowly rose.
At this moment, the ground gradually turned golden. Then, it was like a rippling lake that dyed the surroundings.
"I am the one who will definitely win!"
Then, he started chanting, as if he didn't want his enemy to wait.
It was as if victory had already arrived, an absolutely undeniable will.
The golden specks of light gradually condensed.
Then, they were condensed, forged, and smelted into sharp, tough golden swords that could tear apart divine sparks.
The golden waves had already dyed Gilgamesh's feet, and then they continued to charge into the distance.
"My hands have long grasped victory!”
He asserted softly, even though his voice was already hoarse and his tone was a little low.
This couldn't conceal the unshakable will in his voice.
Then, the golden swords that were stuck horizontally on the ground, scattered randomly, or floating in the air shook gently.
One by one, the golden swords were pulled out and raised.
Then, without exception, they aimed at the arrogant king.
"Oh Gilgamesh, you are the king of Uruk, the slayer of the magical beast, FinBaba, the friend of the clay man, Enkidu, and the oldest king in human history!”
As the incantation was recited, the swords made of gold turned from ten to a hundred, and then from a hundred to a thousand.
Without a doubt, tens of thousands of golden swords were aimed at the arrogant King.
"Then, welcome your end, Hero King, Gilgamesh!”
It was an order without hesitation.
In the sky that had been dyed golden, the buzzing sound of a long sword being unsheathed could be heard.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand golden swords were all aimed at Gilgamesh in that instant.
However, that King didn't have a trace of fear.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, gradually forming an arrogant, contemptuous, and disdainful smile.
"Do you think you can achieve victory with just numbers, bastard?”
He faced the tens of thousands of golden swords, but he was not afraid at all.
Because…
Gilgamesh's arm, which was covered in armor that was polished to the point of flickering with a golden luster, was raised gently.
It was as if something had been awakened.
It was as if a mighty pressure was coming from the sky. All the long swords forged from gold trembled at the same time, buzzed, and then roared unwillingly.
Layers of golden and brilliant waves that could not be ignored spread across the horizon. After which, they spread out one after another until they covered the entire world.
The Gates of Babylon, or rather, the King's Treasure, were all opened here.
One by one, all kinds of divine weapons poked their heads out of it.
That ferocious posture was reflected in Valerslana's mind without any obstruction.
Then, the young man's delicate face once again blossomed with a fiery smile that meant incomparable joy.
"That's more like it. That's more interesting. Hero King, it's a great honor to fight with you!”
Valeslana used a gorgeous tone that sounded like he was singing a poem to express his respect for the king.
He looked at the scenery on the horizon and could not help but reveal a fiery fighting spirit, as well as a sense of grandeur that this trip was not in vain.
There were thousands of golden ripples, and even close to ten thousand of them. This door of light was spread all over the sky, looking down at the brilliant golden sword rain from above.
Without a doubt, even if they had a slight advantage in quantity, they were overwhelmingly lacking in quality.
However, Veleslana was not afraid at all. Instead, he decisively mobilized his divine power and gave an order to the golden sword.
Immediately after, the golden sword rain and the majestic tide woven by the precious artifact moved at the same time.
The two of them shot fiercely at the controller opposite them, the majestic Ancient King and the victorious God of Disobedience.
The golden sword collided with the precious artifact. Then, it was staggered, then it was sent flying, then it was shattered, then it was torn apart, and then it was cut off.
There was no doubt that these valuable existences would wear each other down, shatter each other, and then bring an end to each other.
Perhaps there were scattered sword rain that brushed past the battlefield and then fiercely imprinted on the two of them.
Unlike Gilgamesh, who still had the protection of the 'Blazing Sky Covering Seven Layers Ring' or other precious artifacts, he was not as powerful as Gilgamesh.
At this moment, Valerslana wasn't just at a disadvantage. He couldn't even dodge the Heaven's Lock, let alone defend.
However, that was probably the end of it.
Valeslana gently swept his gaze across the battlefield that was filled with precious artifacts and golden swords. Then, he sighed softly.
"He's really hot-blooded. I really feel that this trip was not in vain.”
He smiled gently, a satisfied smile. There was not a trace of fear on his face when he was about to face death.
That was because death only meant that he had temporarily returned to the myth.
The defeat he was about to face made him extremely happy.
Failure, then rise up, surpass oneself, and then ruthlessly crush back.
This was a rebellious thought for the God who meant victory, but now it appeared on him, the God who refused to obey.
"Then, if we can block this attack.”
He chuckled and said slowly in a bright voice.
Even at this moment, he once again used that thin body to ruthlessly eat the piercing of a precious artifact, but there was not a trace of trembling.
"If you can block it, I'll admit that you're the winner!”
As he said this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
"For the sake of victory, quickly come before me. O undying sun, please bestow upon me a shining steed. O spiritual horse with fine feet, bring forth the halo that symbolizes your Lord!”
It was the incantation that signified the incarnation of the white horse, and it was being chanted by him at this moment.
He was not like Guardian Kasajiji, who had restrictions on his use of the white horse incarnation.
In the next moment, white flames gradually ignited in the sky.
A sun-like flame slowly rose in the golden sky.
An unparalleled might crashed down on the king's body, but Gilgamesh did not reveal any emotion that implied fear.
Even if this attack could easily flatten a city or something else, it was meaningless to the Hero King.
That was because he still had that sword. It could definitely be considered a peerless Treasured Artifact.
That was enough to easily resolve all of this.
At this moment, it was also the time for it to bloom.
Then, don't listen to Veleslana.
Tremble for this!
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