"Hiss"

What is this sound?

"Click, cluck, cluck"

The body is so heavy.

"Gurgle-pop"

Damn, what the hell is going on? Why can't I lift my hand? Gilgamesh, the king of heroes, can't even lift my hand?!

Are you kidding!!!

The golden king's eyes suddenly opened, and his pure scarlet eyes were full of anger. He looked at his disobedient right hand, but saw a figure that wasn't supposed to be there.

"Yo, wake up. ”

The hard-working boy wiped the sweat that didn't actually exist, raised the blood-stained saw in his hand to greet Gilgamesh, and smiled softly.

And the pile of "things" that were originally the king's arms were beached on the grass beside them. The shriveled white pieces of hard flesh that looked like they had been thrown into the tower for a week of drying and sunbathing were mixed with bone fragments, and it seemed to be an indication of the atrocities it had suffered.

"It's worthy of the king of heroes, the bones are really hard. ”

Sincerely and enviously admiring, the saw in Wang Hao's hand turned into ordinary blood, and was withdrawn by the young man after a surge.

"Uh-huh~ It's a lot more comfortable to stretch out after work, isn't it?"

Standing up from the squatting position, the young man stretched his waist exaggeratedly, looking comfortable and comfortable.

"Hey, do you know why I'm so you?"

casually kicked the Hero King who was on the ground with all his limbs gone, and a bright smile comparable to the sun bloomed on Wang Yu's face.

Under the deliberate protection of the young man, the hero Wang who did not die due to excessive blood loss glared at Wang Yu angrily, with a hideous expression as if he wanted to tear him into pieces and swallow him in his stomach.

Ignoring the king's anger, the young man continued to speak to himself.

"One, it's because your arrogant appearance is really annoying, and you can't die if you don't drag it so much?

Summoning the World Destroying Demon Sword and poking at random on Gilgamesh, who had no ability to resist, Wang Yu said a little absent-mindedly.

"Look, let you hang, let's get out of it. ”

In a word, Gilgamesh's body had several more blood holes that were visible to the bones, but the blood that had changed hands did not flow out a little. The sharp pain that came made the hero king's face pale, but he gritted his teeth and refused to show a trace of weakness.

"Two, I'm in a very unhappy mood right now. ”

Pitch-black chains strangled Gilgamesh's neck and dragged him to the boy. Wang Hao's expression was soft, but his eyes were glowing with a dazzling and violent red.

"Non-usual, no, cool!"

"So, you have become a victim, if you want to blame your own incompetence, the weak have no human rights, I think you know this law better than me. ”

Under the control of Wang Yu, Dromie threw the sliced Gilgamesh into a big tree at will, and the heavy impact made the hero Wang who had his internal organs cut by blood cough uncomfortably, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs flowed down the corners of his mouth, and Gilgamesh's appearance was extremely miserable.

Even so, he still held his proud head and never bowed it.

"Incompetent?"

"You say this king is incompetent?"

As if hearing something funny, the pain on the Hero King's face turned into a complicated expression, a mixture of mockery, banter, and arrogance.

"What a shallow ignorance, beast. ”

He was obviously slumped to the ground, but his gaze was still high, like looking down on a tiny ant in the clouds.

"This king is a tyrant over whom no one is above, an evil king who pleases his king with all his might, and the greatest sage in the world, who shares the throne with his best friends, and leads his people to slay wild beasts, and cut thorns, and bestow on them sad happiness. ”

"This king overthrew the gods, killed the sacred cow, and obtained all the treasures of the world, and was the king of the world. ”

"And you, a small corpse, dare to call this king incompetent?"

The red eyes, which were purer than Wang Hao's eyes, swept towards the young man, and the arrogance in them made the nameless anger in his heart swell again.

Driven by tyrannical impulses, Wang Yu lifted the soles of his feet and stomped heavily on Gilgamesh's face.

"Shut up, mongrel. You're just a wretched creature now, thinking about the glory of the past, but you can't even hold on to the present?"

A mocking smile full of black malice emerged, and the boy's strength slowly increased, until the crisp sound of bones shattering came from under the soles of his feet.

"You are like a mourning dog at my feet, where is the glory of the king of the world?"

The bridge of Gilgamesh's nose was unnaturally crooked, and the mud shoe prints on his handsome face made him look embarrassed.

Even so, his eyes were still haughty. The difference is that there is a hint of mercy in it.

"Because he is weak, he uses violence to hide the panic in his heart. Because of fear, sadism is used to alleviate one's fear. ”

"You're the real weakling, aren't you? ”

Flatly expounding a fact, the words that hit the bull's-eye made Wang Yu's reason suddenly drowned in darkness. It was as if a switch had been pressed, and the reason that bound the madness retreated silently, allowing the furious anger to tear through the body, turning the boy into a vicious monster.

"Whoa-!!"

The pitch black was engulfed in scarlet in an instant, and the red eyes represented absolute madness. Discarding all the treasures, the boy fell to his knees, his sharp fingers and claws tearing the ground, leaving a long ravine in the ground.

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"My head hurts, it's damnable. ”

The black-eyed young man rubbed his head with his skeleton-like left hand, looking at the mess around him, Wang Yu raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"What's going on? It's so magical. It's strange, there's not much left before."

Glancing wildly, his gaze was attracted by the bronze card in his hand, and the boy suddenly fell silent and sighed silently.

"Rampage", this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened.

Every strong stimulus has the potential to cause a teenager to go berserk. Whether it's the daily battle with Flandoro in the Red Devil Pavilion, the fight in the cage of the Heart Like World, or the scars in the heart of the half-demon store manager in Xianglin Hall, these experiences are exhausting. Although he resisted the madness granted by the Holy Grail and absorbed it, his chances of going berserk increased by more than one step.

"Forget it, overall, it's still me who takes advantage. ”

With a sigh, the young man, who hadn't even seen the last fragment of the Hero King, stood up and left the scorched earth.