Using a big move in front of me? Wasn't he looking down on people too much?
Lope sneered, raised a tentacle, and swept it over.
Because his body was modified by divine power, the system showed that his physical strength was 0. However, this did not mean that Lope was a weak mage. The tentacles that he constructed still had very strong physical strength.
The immense power destroyed the flower bed in the middle of the courtyard, and it charged fiercely at Gilgamesh with broken stones, forcing him to give up on using the EAs.
"Damn..."
Gilgamesh dodged the attack with two small jumps, but his release was undoubtedly interrupted.
Just as he was about to release the King's Treasure again to suppress it from a distance, pitch-black smoke rose from the base of the wall not far away.
The Berserker had arrived.
The black fog that covered the Dark Knight's body began to shrink. In the pouring mist, the pitch-black armor revealed its true appearance.
It was a perfect armor that was neither gorgeous nor vulgar, but it could combine the beauty of its functions with its magnificence.
The craftsman did his best to cast it meticulously, making it look mighty and refined. Even the countless scars on it had become carvings that showed off its outstanding military achievements, adding to its brave demeanor.
He also held his own Heroic Spirit's Testimony in his hand-the Undestroyed Lake Light.
An Elven imprint that serves as proof that it was forged by an inhuman hand. The reflection of the sharp blade under the moon was like the reflection of a lake. It was the Infinity Sword that would never be destroyed no matter what kind of attack it took.
The current Lancelot, with the support of the Wild Goose Night Command Spell, was going all out to challenge Gilgamesh.
"What?!"
So obvious magic fluctuation Gilgamesh has no reason to detect, wait until he turns his head to come, Berserker has been in mid-air like a crazy demon like him hacking down.
Faced with such an attack, Archer could only raise his Guai Li Sword above his head to block.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
The Dark Knight roared crazily, exerting all his strength on the Golden King. His strength that was as high as A-class naturally suppressed Gilgamesh, who was only at B-class.
"Bastard, you mad dog…"
Gilgamesh gritted his teeth and held on. His greatest reliance was his mid-and long-range relic abilities. Be it his martial arts skills or close combat, they were all mediocre. He could not compare to Lancelot, who had been rolling on the battlefield all year round.
"I never said that I would deal with you alone, Your Majesty Gilgamesh.”
Rope said sarcastically as he reached out his tentacles to hold his white mask.
"I'm still a human, after all. Don't force me. I don't think you care about such a small trick, right? Lancer, cooperate with Bersksker to attack!”
"Understood!"
Rope gave the order, and the spearman instantly descended from the roof to the ground.
Dilumudo knew that this was not the time to talk about the morals of a knight. Surrounding them was a necessary strategy when facing an overly powerful enemy. Knights were originally soldiers on the battlefield. There was no nobility in war.
He spun his spear and attacked Gilgamesh from the side.
Faced with the attacks of the two experts in close combat, Gilgamesh also felt pressured.
"Heaven Lock (enkidu)!!”
Under Archer's command, a silver chain with a spearhead shot out from the King's Treasure. Not only did it block Lancer's Magic Spear, but it also wrapped around him.
Taking advantage of the gap, Gilgamesh turned his EA-skill and pushed Berserker away with a slash, retreating to a favorable terrain.
"To be able to make this king look so miserable, you really are shameless, bastards.”
He was filled with rage as he looked at Lancelot and Dilumudo.
"Die with this glory! The Gate of Babylon!”
The space was like the surface of a water surface that was suffused with a faint golden light. Hundreds of precious artifacts stood out from within. They were not inferior goods like before. Each of them had a familiar legend and a matching might.
"Don't forget about me, Your Majesty..."
Rope chanted an obscure spell at high speed, as if he was calling out to an evil creature in the starry sky.
Then, he ended with a high-pitched voice.
"Summon. Dhole!”
Following Rope's voice, the ground of the castle began to tremble.
It was as if something was running underground. The ominous feeling made Lancelot jump into the air with his sharp senses. Dilumudo couldn't move freely because of the chains. He could only lower his body as much as possible to reduce damage.
Reality proved that his intuition was correct.
The ground cracked under the pressure. A huge white figure suddenly emerged from the ground.
It was the appearance of a bug.
It had no eyes or ears, only a huge mouth dripping with mucus. Sharp teeth covered the surroundings were chewing the hard granite. Its huge body, which was dozens of meters tall, blocked out the bright moonlight, placing Gilgamesh in the shadows. It exuded the aura of a person at the top of the food chain that made mortals tremble.
Of course, Gilgamesh was not intimidated by this aura. He waved his hand coldly.
Countless precious artifacts flew towards the Devouring Worm, continuously causing wounds on its body. Fire, ice, death, curses... The special effects of the precious artifacts were perfectly displayed, causing the worm to be in unbearable pain and let out waves of roars.
"Well, Your Majesty, don't think that this guy is irrational. It's a 'superior independent race.' An attack of this level is not enough to kill it.”
Faced with Gilgamesh's attack, Rope said nonchalantly.
Reality also proved that what Lope said was right. Those Treasured Artifacts that were comparable to missiles only caused "wounds" on the body of the devouring worm. Even Gilgamesh could see that such an attack could not kill the large alien in front of him at all. At most, it would only tickle it.
"Crush him, devouring worm.”
After hearing Rope's order, the bug turned itself into a whip and lashed out at Gilgamesh.
It was one of the few high-level independent races in Cthulhu mythology, but it did not have any supernatural abilities. The only thing they could stand firm in the cruel starry sky was their own bodies.
These magic bugs could weaken and nullify mysterious attacks. In the game, they had their own magic damage reduction. They could only be hurt by high-dimensional divine power.
Therefore, the Treasured Artifact that was sublimated from a human's fantasy could not cause too much damage to him.
And what it was using now was the most common attack method of its kind--to completely crush its opponent with its own size. Using a big move in front of me? Wasn't he looking down on people too much?
Lope sneered, raised a tentacle, and swept it over.
Because his body was modified by divine power, the system showed that his physical strength was 0. However, this did not mean that Lope was a weak mage. The tentacles that he constructed still had very strong physical strength.
The immense power destroyed the flower bed in the middle of the courtyard, and it charged fiercely at Gilgamesh with broken stones, forcing him to give up on using the EAs.
"Damn..."
Gilgamesh dodged the attack with two small jumps, but his release was undoubtedly interrupted.
Just as he was about to release the King's Treasure again to suppress it from a distance, pitch-black smoke rose from the base of the wall not far away.
The Berserker had arrived.
The black fog that covered the Dark Knight's body began to shrink. In the pouring mist, the pitch-black armor revealed its true appearance.
It was a perfect armor that was neither gorgeous nor vulgar, but it could combine the beauty of its functions with its magnificence.
The craftsman did his best to cast it meticulously, making it look mighty and refined. Even the countless scars on it had become carvings that showed off its outstanding military achievements, adding to its brave demeanor.
He also held his own Heroic Spirit's Testimony in his hand-the Undestroyed Lake Light.
An Elven imprint that serves as proof that it was forged by an inhuman hand. The reflection of the sharp blade under the moon was like the reflection of a lake. It was the Infinity Sword that would never be destroyed no matter what kind of attack it took.
The current Lancelot, with the support of the Wild Goose Night Command Spell, was going all out to challenge Gilgamesh.
"What?!"
So obvious magic fluctuation Gilgamesh has no reason to detect, wait until he turns his head to come, Berserker has been in mid-air like a crazy demon like him hacking down.
Faced with such an attack, Archer could only raise his Guai Li Sword above his head to block.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
The Dark Knight roared crazily, exerting all his strength on the Golden King. His strength that was as high as A-class naturally suppressed Gilgamesh, who was only at B-class.
"Bastard, you mad dog…"
Gilgamesh gritted his teeth and held on. His greatest reliance was his mid-and long-range relic abilities. Be it his martial arts skills or close combat, they were all mediocre. He could not compare to Lancelot, who had been rolling on the battlefield all year round.
"I never said that I would deal with you alone, Your Majesty Gilgamesh.”
Rope said sarcastically as he reached out his tentacles to hold his white mask.
"I'm still a human, after all. Don't force me. I don't think you care about such a small trick, right? Lancer, cooperate with Bersksker to attack!”
"Understood!"
Rope gave the order, and the spearman instantly descended from the roof to the ground.
Dilumudo knew that this was not the time to talk about the morals of a knight. Surrounding them was a necessary strategy when facing an overly powerful enemy. Knights were originally soldiers on the battlefield. There was no nobility in war.
He spun his spear and attacked Gilgamesh from the side.
Faced with the attacks of the two experts in close combat, Gilgamesh also felt pressured.
"Heaven Lock (enkidu)!!”
Under Archer's command, a silver chain with a spearhead shot out from the King's Treasure. Not only did it block Lancer's Magic Spear, but it also wrapped around him.
Taking advantage of the gap, Gilgamesh turned his EA-skill and pushed Berserker away with a slash, retreating to a favorable terrain.
"To be able to make this king look so miserable, you really are shameless, bastards.”
He was filled with rage as he looked at Lancelot and Dilumudo.
"Die with this glory! The Gate of Babylon!”
The space was like the surface of a water surface that was suffused with a faint golden light. Hundreds of precious artifacts stood out from within. They were not inferior goods like before. Each of them had a familiar legend and a matching might.
"Don't forget about me, Your Majesty..."
Rope chanted an obscure spell at high speed, as if he was calling out to an evil creature in the starry sky.
Then, he ended with a high-pitched voice.
"Summon. Dhole!”
Following Rope's voice, the ground of the castle began to tremble.
It was as if something was running underground. The ominous feeling made Lancelot jump into the air with his sharp senses. Dilumudo couldn't move freely because of the chains. He could only lower his body as much as possible to reduce damage.
Reality proved that his intuition was correct.
The ground cracked under the pressure. A huge white figure suddenly emerged from the ground.
It was the appearance of a bug.
It had no eyes or ears, only a huge mouth dripping with mucus. Sharp teeth covered the surroundings were chewing the hard granite. Its huge body, which was dozens of meters tall, blocked out the bright moonlight, placing Gilgamesh in the shadows. It exuded the aura of a person at the top of the food chain that made mortals tremble.
Of course, Gilgamesh was not intimidated by this aura. He waved his hand coldly.
Countless precious artifacts flew towards the Devouring Worm, continuously causing wounds on its body. Fire, ice, death, curses... The special effects of the precious artifacts were perfectly displayed, causing the worm to be in unbearable pain and let out waves of roars.
"Well, Your Majesty, don't think that this guy is irrational. It's a 'superior independent race.' An attack of this level is not enough to kill it.”
Faced with Gilgamesh's attack, Rope said nonchalantly.
Reality also proved that what Lope said was right. Those Treasured Artifacts that were comparable to missiles only caused "wounds" on the body of the devouring worm. Even Gilgamesh could see that such an attack could not kill the large alien in front of him at all. At most, it would only tickle it.
"Crush him, devouring worm.”
After hearing Rope's order, the bug turned itself into a whip and lashed out at Gilgamesh.
It was one of the few high-level independent races in Cthulhu mythology, but it did not have any supernatural abilities. The only thing they could stand firm in the cruel starry sky was their own bodies.
These magic bugs could weaken and nullify mysterious attacks. In the game, they had their own magic damage reduction. They could only be hurt by high-dimensional divine power.
Therefore, the Treasured Artifact that was sublimated from a human's fantasy could not cause too much damage to him.
And what it was using now was the most common attack method of its kind--to completely crush its opponent with its own size. Using a big move in front of me? Wasn't he looking down on people too much?
Lope sneered, raised a tentacle, and swept it over.
Because his body was modified by divine power, the system showed that his physical strength was 0. However, this did not mean that Lope was a weak mage. The tentacles that he constructed still had very strong physical strength.
The immense power destroyed the flower bed in the middle of the courtyard, and it charged fiercely at Gilgamesh with broken stones, forcing him to give up on using the EAs.
"Damn..."
Gilgamesh dodged the attack with two small jumps, but his release was undoubtedly interrupted.
Just as he was about to release the King's Treasure again to suppress it from a distance, pitch-black smoke rose from the base of the wall not far away.
The Berserker had arrived.
The black fog that covered the Dark Knight's body began to shrink. In the pouring mist, the pitch-black armor revealed its true appearance.
It was a perfect armor that was neither gorgeous nor vulgar, but it could combine the beauty of its functions with its magnificence.
The craftsman did his best to cast it meticulously, making it look mighty and refined. Even the countless scars on it had become carvings that showed off its outstanding military achievements, adding to its brave demeanor.
He also held his own Heroic Spirit's Testimony in his hand-the Undestroyed Lake Light.
An Elven imprint that serves as proof that it was forged by an inhuman hand. The reflection of the sharp blade under the moon was like the reflection of a lake. It was the Infinity Sword that would never be destroyed no matter what kind of attack it took.
The current Lancelot, with the support of the Wild Goose Night Command Spell, was going all out to challenge Gilgamesh.
"What?!"
So obvious magic fluctuation Gilgamesh has no reason to detect, wait until he turns his head to come, Berserker has been in mid-air like a crazy demon like him hacking down.
Faced with such an attack, Archer could only raise his Guai Li Sword above his head to block.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
The Dark Knight roared crazily, exerting all his strength on the Golden King. His strength that was as high as A-class naturally suppressed Gilgamesh, who was only at B-class.
"Bastard, you mad dog…"
Gilgamesh gritted his teeth and held on. His greatest reliance was his mid-and long-range relic abilities. Be it his martial arts skills or close combat, they were all mediocre. He could not compare to Lancelot, who had been rolling on the battlefield all year round.
"I never said that I would deal with you alone, Your Majesty Gilgamesh.”
Rope said sarcastically as he reached out his tentacles to hold his white mask.
"I'm still a human, after all. Don't force me. I don't think you care about such a small trick, right? Lancer, cooperate with Bersksker to attack!”
"Understood!"
Rope gave the order, and the spearman instantly descended from the roof to the ground.
Dilumudo knew that this was not the time to talk about the morals of a knight. Surrounding them was a necessary strategy when facing an overly powerful enemy. Knights were originally soldiers on the battlefield. There was no nobility in war.
He spun his spear and attacked Gilgamesh from the side.
Faced with the attacks of the two experts in close combat, Gilgamesh also felt pressured.
"Heaven Lock (enkidu)!!”
Under Archer's command, a silver chain with a spearhead shot out from the King's Treasure. Not only did it block Lancer's Magic Spear, but it also wrapped around him.
Taking advantage of the gap, Gilgamesh turned his EA-skill and pushed Berserker away with a slash, retreating to a favorable terrain.
"To be able to make this king look so miserable, you really are shameless, bastards.”
He was filled with rage as he looked at Lancelot and Dilumudo.
"Die with this glory! The Gate of Babylon!”
The space was like the surface of a water surface that was suffused with a faint golden light. Hundreds of precious artifacts stood out from within. They were not inferior goods like before. Each of them had a familiar legend and a matching might.
"Don't forget about me, Your Majesty..."
Rope chanted an obscure spell at high speed, as if he was calling out to an evil creature in the starry sky.
Then, he ended with a high-pitched voice.
"Summon. Dhole!”
Following Rope's voice, the ground of the castle began to tremble.
It was as if something was running underground. The ominous feeling made Lancelot jump into the air with his sharp senses. Dilumudo couldn't move freely because of the chains. He could only lower his body as much as possible to reduce damage.
Reality proved that his intuition was correct.
The ground cracked under the pressure. A huge white figure suddenly emerged from the ground.
It was the appearance of a bug.
It had no eyes or ears, only a huge mouth dripping with mucus. Sharp teeth covered the surroundings were chewing the hard granite. Its huge body, which was dozens of meters tall, blocked out the bright moonlight, placing Gilgamesh in the shadows. It exuded the aura of a person at the top of the food chain that made mortals tremble.
Of course, Gilgamesh was not intimidated by this aura. He waved his hand coldly.
Countless precious artifacts flew towards the Devouring Worm, continuously causing wounds on its body. Fire, ice, death, curses... The special effects of the precious artifacts were perfectly displayed, causing the worm to be in unbearable pain and let out waves of roars.
"Well, Your Majesty, don't think that this guy is irrational. It's a 'superior independent race.' An attack of this level is not enough to kill it.”
Faced with Gilgamesh's attack, Rope said nonchalantly.
Reality also proved that what Lope said was right. Those Treasured Artifacts that were comparable to missiles only caused "wounds" on the body of the devouring worm. Even Gilgamesh could see that such an attack could not kill the large alien in front of him at all. At most, it would only tickle it.
"Crush him, devouring worm.”
After hearing Rope's order, the bug turned itself into a whip and lashed out at Gilgamesh.
It was one of the few high-level independent races in Cthulhu mythology, but it did not have any supernatural abilities. The only thing they could stand firm in the cruel starry sky was their own bodies.
These magic bugs could weaken and nullify mysterious attacks. In the game, they had their own magic damage reduction. They could only be hurt by high-dimensional divine power.
Therefore, the Treasured Artifact that was sublimated from a human's fantasy could not cause too much damage to him.
And what it was using now was the most common attack method of its kind--to completely crush its opponent with its own size.
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