Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

Unfortunately, as a 'berserker', Frankenstein doesn't have the good skill of 'magic power', so he can only challenge those magicians.

Seeing this, looking at the choir that was continuing to cast spells, and feeling the magic power being continuously gathered and reshaped in the air, Gilgamesh showed a ferocious smile.

"Bastards, how could this king give you a chance to cast spells?"

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Chapter 590 The Life of Matou Zouyan (seeking a reward)

War always brings the most conclusive answers.

Whether it is a conflict of interest or an emotional entanglement, just start fighting without talking nonsense, so that the problem can be resolved faster.

Of course, after that, no matter the loser or the winner, there is nothing left to cry.

And the battle situation in front of him is exactly like this.

The long sword, as bright as silver, was pulled out and pointed at the Bathermeiro choir who were chanting spells. The woman standing in front of the choir, a magician named Lorelia, had a dignified expression, saying ' The special spell system of Bathermelo's Wind has built an extremely tough defense.

But unfortunately, she still underestimated the power of the 'Noble Phantasm'.

"excalibur-gallatin (sword of revolving victory)!"

The sound of chanting resounded throughout the airport, and the next moment, it was pure white brilliance.

Like a flood, a beam of light more than ten meters thick emerged and smashed hard on the magicians of the choral team.

However, the technique constructed by the 'Bathermelo's Wind' couldn't last even a moment, and was swallowed by the pure white brilliance, without the slightest ripple.

"Damn..." A small voice sounded from behind the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh did not hesitate at all, and slashed behind him with his sword.

However, it was cut empty.

"Bah——" There was a metallic whining sound from the armor behind it. The Noble Phantasm must be of a high level, otherwise it would be pierced by Lorelia, right?

The 'candidate Marshal of Demonic Dao' swung his long whip with hatred in front of him, but failed to make another contribution. Gilgamesh dodged back, and once again waved the rotating sword of victory to meet him.

And those magicians of the choral team had long been reduced to ashes under the sun's rays of the wheel-shaped victory sword—even their entire corpses were gasified, leaving no traces.

Feeling the sharp attack in front of her, Lorelia jumped to dodge, and the long whip in her hand straightened instantly, turning into a sharp rapier.

The whole person leaned forward, and countless stabs rained down like a rain curtain. Facing the countless sword shadows, Gilgamesh sneered and softly accused the enemy of his stupidity.

"Mere bastard..."

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible shield bloomed in front of him like a flower, and even Lorelia's piercing couldn't penetrate it.

After all, the gap between magicians and heroic spirits cannot be bridged by experience and courage.

"Boom! Boo—"

Gilgamesh swung his sword head-on, and Lorelia didn't miss this opportunity, and went straight to meet him. The stabbing sword in her hand didn't know what material it was, but it actually blocked the slashing of the rotating victory sword.

But that's all there is to it.

"Bam—"

The sound of flesh and blood colliding resounded, and a short pestle gleaming with golden lights hit Lorelia's back, sending her flying.

The Noble Phantasm named 'Vajra' was released from behind Lorelia at zero distance, easily knocking down the magician.

However, surrounded by Taoism, Lorelia did not lose her fighting power. She got up with some difficulty and planned to continue attacking Gilgamesh.

But, right now.

"Boom——" The sound of flesh and blood colliding resounded again, and a thick round hammer struck behind him. Before Lorelia could even defend herself, she was slammed into the air.

The magic called 'Bathermelo's Wind' allows the magicians of Bathermelo to manipulate the power of the wind more easily and perceive possible attacks more easily.

Any physical damage will bring up a breeze, even waving a thin needle will stir the air, and the Wind of Bathmelo is such a spell, after easily sensing the change in the air, Lorelia can Dodge attacks with super speed, and the highest level of Barthelmelo's wind technique can even turn itself into a breeze, immune to physical damage.

It's a pity that even if you have mastered such a unique skill, it is still meaningless in front of the heroic spirit.

Under Gilgamesh's behest, Frankenstein hid behind Lorelia in a spirit form, and while she was concentrating on Gilgamesh, Frankenstein slammed a killing blow after materializing hit.

But now, the woman in a suit lying on the ground has declared the victory of this war. The entire airport has become fragmented under the power of the heroic spirits. Meat puree.

Especially the ground plowed open by the 'Rotating Sword of Victory', under the scorched black surface, there is still some dazzling scarlet brilliance.

It was lava, and under the bombardment of light cannons that were as hot as the sun, the specially made ground at the airport was completely melted, exposing the land full of rubble.

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In just seven or eight minutes, the attack team sent by the clock tower was completely destroyed, and the huge magician troop was also crushed by the two, and at this moment, the breeze blew up.

Lorelia's body dissipated inch by inch, completely disappearing on the land. Her figure turned into the wind and shot across the ocean towards the territory of the Barthemero family in the clock tower.

There was no way to stop it, and there was no need to stop it. Gilgamesh just glanced at the passing of the gust of wind, and had no desire to continue watching her.

In terms of her quality as a woman, Lorelia is really not a treasure. Although she has a very high power in magic, Lorelia is still very sharp. Unfortunately, compared to Rose, she More like thorns without beauty.

... ...

The air was filled with a scorching smell. The corpses of the magicians were scorched under Frankenstein's magic power and turned into bloody bonfires. However, the two instigators had already left the airport.

The next moment, flying insects condensed in the air, turning into a haggard old man with a hunched waist.

Matou Zouken, who had been observing the battle just now, couldn't help showing a look of horror on his face.

"Damn it, is that still the master...it has power far beyond the heroic spirit, and the idiots in the clock tower haven't learned their lesson? They sent these idiots to kill them..."

As he spoke, he walked towards the burnt ashes one by one. Under the flames ignited by the heroic spirits, even the sturdy magic dress was completely burned, and only a few gems and the like remained here. The ashes shone with difficulty.

Matou Zouken collected the ashes of these magicians, but he dismissed those gemstones and metals. Although he has become this bad looking because of his continuous life, as the head of the Maric family, a noble magician Dignity, he hasn't abandoned it yet.

No matter how shameless he is, he still has his own bottom line—even if that bottom line is so distorted, it still symbolizes that the magician 'Maric Zorgen' is still alive.

However, Matou Zouken was left alive.

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Chapter 590 Six The Tragedy of Sagara Leopard Horse (Seeking a Reward)

Heroes, heroic spirits, and even gods and elves, these existences not only possess powerful strength, but more importantly, their unique actions and their extremely strong and stable hearts.

Even Arturia, who was reprimanded at the Three Kings Banquet, had no real failure in itself, but just didn't see through her own path.

But Gilgamesh is different, he is a complete tyrant, he takes his own likes and dislikes as the code, takes his own wishes as the ideal, never thinks for others, let alone consider other people's ideas.