bullyxtreme Chapter 339 Gilgamesh, Confluence
Chapter 339 Gilgamesh, Confluence
Chapter 339 Gilgamesh, Confluence
Lancelot's mood today was like being on a horse in the mountains, with ups and downs.
A few seconds ago, he thought that this young man who had not told him his name was going to be besieged and killed today, and that the man standing at the top was probably the strongest hybrid in history!
Even in his time, he had heard legends about the other party. It was a heroic epic of world civilization, sung by bards.
He is the son of Lugarbanda, the fifth monarch of Uruk, he is a legendary demigod, he may be the first generation of mixed blood born of pure blood dragons and mixed blood, the legendary king of heroes - Gilgamesh !
But now he didn't know how to make a judgment. The posture of the young man around him was constantly changing, and now he didn't look like a person at all, but a monster wearing a dragon armor.
He was the strongest knight in Britain, the top half-breed of that era, but at this moment, even if the young man's killing intent and targeting were not on him, he still felt the trembling from his soul.
When the other party fights him...just for fun.
The heroic spirits could no longer keep their eyes on the sky, and their mission conflicted with their sense of danger. They looked down on the young man standing in the field condescendingly, but felt that they were the ones being looked down upon.
The sound of the pipe organ was suppressed. It was a more grand, ancient and austere sound. It was the sound of nearly two hundred heroic spirits chanting the dragon text!
Yan Ling. Vampire Scythe.
Word Ling. The pupil of the Wind King.
Yan Ling. Chi.
Yan Ling. Lei Chi.
Yan Ling. Jun Yan.
Yan Ling. Indra.
Yan Ling. Bronze throne.
Yanling. Baqi.
……
Every heroic spirit is singing the spirit of speech, some are single, some are plural.
Thunder and uplifted veins complement each other, wind snakes and fire dragons dance together.
Gravity fell from the sky, cracks burst out on the ground under the boy's feet, and it was even more difficult for Lancelot to straighten his body.
Word spirit and kingship, thirty times the gravity.
Lu Chen raised his head to lock on to the heroic spirit who released the King Quanyan spirit towards him, twisted his neck, made a bursting sound, and showed a sinister smile on his face.
Want me to kneel?
In the next moment, Lancelot finally couldn't stand still, and was knocked away by the gravel and the storm. A huge water lily burst out from the ground in the center of the arena. Blow all around.
The ear-piercing sonic boom resounded through the arena, and the young man of today is the first to charge the ancient heroic army!
From the perspective of the heroic spirits, only a black and red band of light can be seen in the field, the phantom of the black chilong emerges from the sky, and the phantom-like light of the knife rises from bottom to top, cutting against the sky!
The heroic spirit who was wearing the ancient kimono and wielding royal authority hadn't reacted when the ferocious black giant blade passed by. It was only extreme violence without any sword skills. Under the tearing force of the wind, the separated body Even if the first is connected, it is no longer complete.
The heroic spirits moved one after another, hundreds of heroic spirits soared into the sky, like the warriors of the Hall of Valor in mythology rushing towards the final battlefield, charging towards the black emperor.
Lancelot sat blankly in the ruins. No heroic spirit would notice him at all. He had the mark of God on his body, and no one would attack him.
However, every second in the entire arena, there are several falling gravels splashing, and the roaring sound is deafening, almost at the same time.
Flame, ice, thunder and wind raged across the entire space.
He has no doubts that even if the first-generation species were besieged by the Heroic Spirit Legion, they would not be able to survive at all.
But that boy was...too fast.
That's not only breaking through the speed of sound, the opponent's state at this time is at least five times higher!
In the air, the heroic spirits can only see black and red streamers, which are phantoms, the god of death!
Each of them has the strength to at least match the next-generation species after wearing a mask, and most of them will surpass it. They are the ultimate fighters prepared by Odin for Ragnarok.
But under absolute tyranny, there is only blood that spills across the sky.
A heroic spirit from Japan used Baqi to strengthen his bloodline and physical body to the limit. The word spirit of the mask is a bronze throne, which made his figure swell to distorted. He should be the top violent person in this world.
But when the weapon in his hand intersected with the black-armored boy, it was cut off by absolute violence, and then cut in half!
Lancelot looked at the many heroic spirits falling from the sky with blood rain, and felt absurd in his heart. This is the true ultimate of the mixed race, and his mask is just a joke.
However, he still felt that something was wrong, not because he was surprised by the strength of the young man, he just felt that... the heroic spirits fell a little too slowly.
Yes, he felt that with the speed and violence of a teenager, except for the Gilgamesh who stood at the top and remained indifferent until now, this battle should be over within 1 minute.
But more than ten seconds after the start of the battle, only seven or eight heroic spirits fell.
There was a continuous roar, and Lancelot noticed that smoke and dust rose everywhere, but it didn't seem that the boy stepped on it as a landing point.
Instead, some heroic spirits were shot down. They were not cut off by the black dragon slaying soldiers, but were thrown down by the young man. The strength used seemed to be very measured, and they did not die.
In the end, the boy landed again, stood in the arena, glanced around at the heroic spirits who had just re-locked on him, and carefully confirmed.
It wasn't that he forgot the key things after fighting. Chu Zihang's father might be among these people, so he couldn't kill him by mistake.
In the ten seconds just now, he passed by almost every heroic spirit, just to check if there was Chu Zihang's father among them.
These heroic spirits were all wearing masks, of course he couldn't identify them, so he could only start from the most basic ones and eliminate a dozen oriental male heroic spirits, and check them slowly after the war.
And the rest... he can come as he pleases.
The wind of death rises again, and black phantoms dance wildly in the air.
Every time the blade rises and falls, at least one heroic spirit dies.
From Lancelotti's perspective, the heroic spirits fell from the sky like rain, and few of the remains were intact. He even saw the death of a heroic spirit, which did not seem to be beheaded by a knife. The whole body Folded in half, it seemed to be broken by some giant at a very high speed.
In just ten seconds, nearly half of these legendary heroic spirits fell.
It's not that they are not strong, but that the gap in strength between them and their opponents...is too great.
When a person's strength and speed are several times that of the opponent, it is a one-sided massacre!
Killing the heroic spirits here by a boy in this state is like a human being trampling an ant to death.
The sound of heavy hammers in the sky rang out, and a high-pitched movement was played in ensemble with the organ. This is a sad and wild piece of music, composed with the blood of the heroic spirits.
The sound of swords clashing sounded, dazzling sparks erupted at the junction of the black giant blade and the golden dagger, and the heroic spirit in golden armor finally made a move.
In the short time gap, Lu Chen looked at the man, surprised that the man could catch up with his current speed.
boom--
The man came back at whatever speed he was attacking, his figure brushed past the top of the arena, the thick building was pierced by the youth's violence, his strength was still more than a notch behind.
Lu Chen was not in a hurry to take advantage of the victory and pursue it. This is the real place where there is no sky and no land, and no one can escape from Avalon.
Ten seconds later, Lu Chen landed again. A thick mist of blood floated in the air, dyeing the entire arena red, and blood gurgled on the ground.
Lancelot looked at the remains of the heroic spirits in the field, and then looked at the black-armored boy standing not far away. After eliminating those oriental men, the other party killed more than a hundred heroic spirits... It only took less than 30 seconds!
God's Hall of Valor... was destroyed so easily.
The gate to the east of the arena collapsed, and Lancelot turned to see Gilgamesh.
Lu Chen looked at the man in the golden armor who came back with great interest. He didn't expect that the man would come back so soon after receiving such a blunt blow, as if he was okay.
This is definitely the strength of the first-generation species or even higher. He doesn't think that among the first-generation species he has fought before, there is a dragon who can fight with himself just now and retreat completely.
Even Egil should be extremely embarrassed.
This golden-armored man is not simple, he has excellent fighting skills. The moment the swords meet, he uses advanced force-relieving skills. Like a light fallen leaf, he is blown away by himself, but he is not seriously injured.
He rarely introduced himself: "The great eastern country, Lu Chen, how about you?"
However, the masked man in golden armor was silent.
"Is it a puppet again..."
Seeing the other party's state, Lu Chen understood what was going on.
The man in the golden armor raised the golden short sword in his hand, the high blood activated the sword, the golden light flickered, the sword body continued to extend, the surrounding air seemed to be constantly twisting and splitting, this divine sword was as sharp as it could be Cut the space!
This is the sword named after the gods in Mesopotamian mythology, and it is also the cursed severing sword in Norse mythology-Tyrfeng.
Seeing this scene, Lancelot seemed to confirm, "That is the hero king in Sumerian legend...Gilgamesh."
Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, golden glitter?
Take a closer look, the other party is indeed wearing gold, he is really a dignified king.
But now, he is just a ghost of history abandoned by time.
There wasn't any dragon text chanting, but Lu Chen saw that the golden light on the armor on Gilgamesh's body became brighter, and the skin on his hands also took on a faint golden luster.
The close-fitting golden armor swelled outward, obviously bearing the pressure that it shouldn't bear for its size. The other party didn't sing, but used the spirit of speech.
It was the mask that gave him the power, and this Yan Ling Lu Chen was very familiar with. Although the level opened by the other party was not high, it was...King Kong.
But shouldn't this speech spirit belong to the Black King?Could it be that Odin also got the flesh and blood of the Black King and stole the power of the other party?
He didn't continue to struggle with this problem, after beheading his opponent, he could naturally explore the details of the mask through space.
He didn't mean to hold back either. If Lancelot was right, the opponent was a monarch, a hero king who had experienced countless battles in mythology. Even if the opponent was in an unconscious state, releasing water would be an insult.
Besides, for an opponent of this level, he is not yet capable enough to capture him alive and remove his mask. Gilgamesh's dignity cannot be saved by others. He is a person who should have returned to dust long ago, and it is time to send him back to Uruk.
The figure of Gilgamesh disappeared in place, it was the combination of extraordinary speed and strength, Vajra and Setsuna!
If it wasn't for the fourth degree of violent blood, Lu Chen would even be at a disadvantage in terms of speed!
Harsh sonic booms sounded from both sides, and the ground on both sides kicked up gravel and dust backwards.
One side is dazzling gold, the other side is bloody red.
The black giant blade has been reduced to normal size, and the cyan skylight reflects on the blade, adding depth to it.
The living being roared excitedly, it was born to kill the king.
The power was transmitted from the ground to the calves, then to the waist, and finally poured into the King Slayer from the muscular arms.
The knife is inclined to the body, turning round and round.
The sword is slashed in front, and it is unparalleled in sharpness.
The sound of gold and iron clashing resounded. This was the duel between the old legend and the new legend.
The sound of the bones being crushed sounded, but the legendary King of Heroes did not retreat, his feet plowed long trenches on the ground, and a trace of clarity appeared in his ruthless golden pupils.
The gravel splashed under his feet, and the blood overflowed from the golden armor. It was the liquid spewed from the skin torn by the muscles, and it was the protest of the broken bones.
He had worn a mask for more than 5000 years, and finally after changing to a new mask this time, he woke up because of the pain and the passion of fighting.
Ninth-order moment, fifth-order Vajra!
A sword with a mythical atmosphere responded to the black giant blade again, and sparks shot out.
Every time the swords collided, Gilgamesh was repelled an extremely long distance, all the way out of the arena.
Lu Chen's offensive was like a storm. Facing an experienced opponent whose speed was not inferior to his own, the simplest tactic was to crush the opponent from the front.
Even if the opponent also used Vajra, Gilgamesh's basic attributes were not as good as his own. With the same speed, he was still a weak person.
It was too late, but it was fast at that time, with 21 consecutive cuts, there was a long ravine from the arena to the outside forest.
Lu Chen charged forward again, his legs exploding with force, the mud was scattered everywhere, and the leaves of the surrounding trees were blown up by the strong wind.
He holds a knife in both hands, his fighting spirit boils like his scorching blood, the power of his whole body is poured into the regicide in his hand, the muscles in his chest and arms almost break through the black armor.
He took off with a weak oblique angle, it was a knife down from the mountain, and the black murderous soldier also had a vision like Tyrfing, but it was not the characteristic of regicide.
The leaves fluttered and broke into two halves, the atmosphere split into two sides, black and red streamers descended from the sky like a frenzy!
Martial God Sword Technique—Heavenly Ghoul!
Gilgamesh retreated with one leg and bent his knees, holding Tyrian's sword in both hands to meet him, comparing sharpness with sharpness, and colliding with strength.
Legend has it that Tyrfing is a magic sword that will see blood when unsheathed, will bring a lot of glory to the holder, and will also cause the holder to fall into destruction. It is named "Sword of Killing the Lord"
All the masters of this sword are doomed, seemingly eternally bound by a curse.
After all, the black giant blade was pressed down instantly, and the sound of arm bones breaking was heard, and it was bent to an angle that could not bear to look directly at. Tyrfeng's magic sword reached the god-given golden armor first, and it shattered inch by inch under the absolute force.
The black giant blade followed closely, and before the pieces of the golden armor fell apart, the boy and Gilgamesh passed by.
The dirt and the blood rushed to the sky, and the legendary king ended his life.
When the dust settled, Gilgamesh on the ground broke in two from under his chest, and it was difficult to rescue even the first generation.
Lu Chen walked up to Gilgamesh and bent over to take off his mask, but he didn't expect the other party to speak.
"...ψυχ(You're right, what a boring thing to live forever, I'm finally going...to find you.)"
Lu Chen froze for a moment, he didn't understand, but felt that the King of Heroes seemed relieved.
Norma should be able to translate, but he didn't turn on the recording... and couldn't remember the other party's obscure pronunciation.
After Gilgamesh talked to himself, he closed his eyes, and his vitality disappeared rapidly.
Lu Chen took off the mask, and found that the other party was different from what he imagined, not the handsome young man in the anime, but a middle-aged man who looked a bit old, but judging from the face, the other party should have been handsome when he was young , worthy of the saying that "the gods bestow beauty".
After the combat state was lifted, the black scales on Lu Chen's body fell off, and the rest of his clothes could hardly cover the key points. Fortunately, he could change and fit the Seagod's Armor at will.
…………
On the YAMAL on the ice sea, just when Chu Zihang thought there was no hope, Lu Mingfei exclaimed and pointed in one direction, "Senior brother, look!"
Chu Zihang turned around, and Lu Mingfei was on the other side of the hull. He walked quickly and went down, and unexpectedly saw an arena reflected in the water, which seemed to still be filled with smoke and blood mist.
He immediately thought of the arena in that painting, and they found Avalon!
Chu Zihang immediately gave instructions to the captain that if they did not return within [-] hours, they would control the YAMAL to return first.
After ordering the crew to return to the cabin, Chu Zihang entered the password and voiceprint iris verification, and opened the largest container on the deck, which contained the three-purpose aircraft of Atlantis.
Due to the limited space in the cockpit, Ling sat in the driver's seat and took charge of the controls. Finger held Lu Mingfei and sat in the co-pilot, followed by Erika and Xia Mi. As for Chu Zihang, he didn't go in.
Diving into the Nibelungen might be risky. He was ready to stick outside the cabin and deal with various situations at any time. As long as the water depth did not exceed 500 meters, he could completely withstand it.
The others failed to persuade them, so they could only follow Chu Zihang's intention and go down to have a look first.
…………
Lu Chen swung Kingslayer to cut a big hole in the ground, put the King of Heroes in and covered it with soil, which was also the last respect for the legend's loneliness.
Just as he was about to return to the arena to see if Chu Zihang's father was among the heroic spirits he knocked out before, the roar of the sky became louder and louder.
It seems that some kind of related authority is violently cracking this Nibelungen.
He looked up at the sky, and it was as if a mirror was shattering above, with a clicking sound, and a deep black hole appeared.
Lu Chen thought it was Odin or an unknown enemy coming, and was about to enter the fighting state again, when he brought up the regicide battle.
With a dazed expression, he saw an aircraft rushing down.
It’s the last day to double ask for tickets, and no one will collect the coins in the book friend circle (╯﹏╰)b, obviously voting now is equivalent to a ticket of 200 coins.
In addition, as said to do it, women's clothing will be broadcast live in the group on Saturday afternoon, at [-] o'clock for the full group, and around [-] o'clock for the general group
(End of this chapter)