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With that hearty but slightly hoarse voice, he softly recited the invincible mantra.
"I am the winner!"
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Chapter 38 Noble Phantasm and Sword Rain (for collection)
"I am the winner!"
The young man gently stated this absolute fact with a soft tone, a tone that could never be rejected, and a tone that was undeniably mixed with strong fighting intent.
In front of him, dots of golden light dust with incomparable magnificence and brilliant beauty are slowly rising.
At this time, the earth gradually turned into golden color, and then like a rippling lake, it dyed towards the surroundings.
"I am the one who is sure to win!"
Then, there was the chanting that followed, as if he didn't want to make his enemies wait.
As if victory has already been ushered in, a will that cannot be denied.
The golden light spots gradually condensed,
Then, it was condensed, forged, and smelted, a golden sword that was sharp, tough, and strong enough to tear apart the godhead.
The golden waves had already dyed Gilgamesh's feet, and then rushed towards a further distance without diminishing momentum.
"My hands have already grasped the victory of everything!"
He asserted softly, even though the voice was already hoarse, even though the tone was a bit depressed.
This must not conceal the unshakable will carried in that voice.
Then, the golden swords inserted horizontally on the ground, randomly scattered, or floating in the air, all shook slightly,
The golden swords, one after another, were pulled out and raised danglingly,
Immediately afterwards, without exception, they aimed at the proud king.
"Gilgamesh, you are the king of Uruk, the slayer of the monster Humbaba, the friend of the clay figurine Enkidu, and the oldest king in human history!"
The swords made of gold, with the spit out of the mantra, changed from ten to a hundred, and from a hundred to a thousand.
There is no doubt that at this time, tens of thousands of golden swords are aimed at the proud king.
"Then welcome your end, King of Heroes, Gilgamesh!"
It was an order with an unquestionable tone and without hesitation.
On the sky that had been dyed golden, the beeping sound of the long sword unsheathed was resounding at this moment.
Ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand golden swords were aimed at Gilgamesh at that moment, instantly, all of them.
But the king didn't show any trace of fear.
The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and gradually outlined a proud, contemptuous, and disdainful smile.
"Do you think you can achieve victory with a mere number, bastard?"
He, facing the tens of thousands of golden swords, and the posture that covered the sky, did not have the slightest fear.
because,
Gilgamesh's arm shrouded in polished and shining golden armor lightly lifted.
It was as if something had been awakened.
It was the majesty that seemed to be pressed down from the sky. All the long swords made of gold trembled, buzzed, and roared unwillingly.
One side after another, straddling the sky, that layer upon layer, must not be ignored, golden, brilliant waves, gently rippling, and then, one after another, until the entire sky and earth are covered.
The Gate of Babylon, or the King's Treasure, is fully unfolded here.
Handfuls, piece by piece, all kinds of magical weapons poked their heads out of it.
That ferocious posture was reflected in Weileslana's heart without any hindrance.
Then, the young man's handsome face once again burst into a fiery smile, which meant extremely joy.
"This is the right way, this is the most interesting way, King of Heroes, it is really a great honor to fight with you!"
Welleslana gently chanted his respect for the king in a gorgeous tone that was like singing a psalm.
Looking at the scenery on the other side, he couldn't help showing a fiery fighting spirit like a blazing flame, and a sense of grandeur that made this trip worthwhile.
Thousands, or even nearly ten thousand golden ripples, this door of light, is spreading across the sky, looking down on the brilliant golden sword rain from a condescending height.
There is no doubt that even if there is a slight advantage in quantity, but in terms of quality, it is indeed an overwhelming deficiency.
However, Weileslana did not show a trace of fear, but resolutely mobilized his divine power and issued an order to the golden sword.
Immediately afterwards, the golden rain of swords and the magnificent tide woven by the treasure moved at the same time.
The two shot fiercely at the manipulators opposite them, the stalwart ancient king and the victorious god of disobedience.
The golden sword collided with the treasure, then staggered, then collapsed, then scattered, then shredded, and then cut off.
There is no doubt that these absolutely valuable existences are killing each other, breaking each other, and then bringing each other to an end.
Perhaps there were sporadic sword rains that brushed across the battlefield, and then imprinted fiercely on the two of them.
Unlike Gilgamesh, he also has the protection of the 'blazing seven-fold ring' or other treasures.
At this time, Welleslana is not just at a disadvantage, let alone defending, he can't even dodge under the entanglement of the sky lock.
However, that is probably the end of it.
Welleslana lightly swept across the sky-filled battlefield of treasures and golden swords, and then sighed softly.
"It's really passionate, it really makes me feel that this trip is worthwhile."
He smiled softly, with a contented smile, without a trace of fear on his face when he was about to face death.
Because, that death only represented his temporary return to mythology.
And this upcoming defeat made him unparalleled joy.
Fail, then rise up, surpass yourself, and then crush back hard.