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Gilgamesh sat on top of Vimana, holding Durandal in his left hand and a wine glass in his right, and looked at Arjuna below.

In the face of the king's treasure with full firepower, at least thirty golden weapons were smashed down every second, and even Arjuna felt that he was not able to catch it.

He didn't know how many times he had pulled the bowstring, but the king's treasure seemed to have no end, and it still appeared from the hole in a hurry, and smashed it at him again.

On the other hand, Gilgamesh, as if this battle had nothing to do with him, with a sneer on his lips, watched Arjuna's performance below while tasting the elixir, as if Arjuna was a gladiator he had raised.

Seeing this, coupled with the intrusion of the king's treasures, and most importantly, Gilgamesh's words indirectly insulted his father Indra, and a trace of fire gradually rose from the bottom of his heart, which was as calm as water.

His gaze sharpened, and with a soft shout, the fiery red bowstring turned blue, a thunderbolt-like blue.

"Is the son of Indra, Arjuna, the god of thunder, finally going to get real?" Gilgamesh muttered, and his body rose from Vimona, the golden wine glass vanished instantly, and Durandal was replaced by him on his right hand.

Different from the previous fiery red arrow light, this time Arjuna shot out a blue arrow light, with a trace of thunder and lightning aura that seemed to destroy the world, and met the swords, spears, and halberds that fell above his head.

The tiny blue arrows were not as terrifying as the fiery red streamers, but the power they contained was even more terrifying, and everywhere they passed, the sky was silent, and countless weapons were like papier-mâché turned into powder under the power of thunder and lightning.

Seeing this scene, Gilgamesh not only did not have the slightest fear, but became more and more interested.

How could he not be thrilled not to be thrilled by having participated in so many Holy Grail Wars and finally finding an opponent to match?

I saw him take out a golden longbow from the void beside him, although the longbow was very gorgeous, but the magic fluctuations were obviously not comparable to Durandal, which made Arjuna who was standing below very puzzled.

But what appeared next immediately made him suddenly enlightened, even angry.

It was a strangely shaped weapon, somewhat like the Buddhist vajra, but shorter, wider, and more archaic.

"Indra's Thunder!" Arjuna said through gritted teeth.

Gilgamesh smirked, he was the hero king of the most ancient epics, and all the treasures of the world belonged to him, including the thunder god Indra's life-threatening weapon, Indra's thunder, and even the Holy Grail.

I saw that he put the thunder of Indra on the golden longbow like an arrow, and drew the bowstring, pointing at Arjuna like an emperor looking down on all beings.

Arjuna only felt as if he was being targeted by a terrible beast, and he was so uneasy.

Not uneasiness about that great power, but uneasiness about the power that belonged to one's own father.

"Thunder to thunder, let's see, who will win!" Gilgamesh smiled wickedly, "Is it you, or is it Indra?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Indra's thunder shot like a meteor in a spiral towards Arjuna.

The electric light that escaped, the dazzling and dazzling light, seemed to be incomparable.

Arjuna's thunderbolt disappeared into the void with just a trace of electric light, but Indra's thunder did not lag at all, but became faster and faster, as if it had only eradicated an insignificant ant in its path.

Arjuna's expression was more solemn than ever, as the son of Indra, he knew better than anyone the power of this weapon, although it was not unparalleled in the world, but the destructive power was terrifying.

After all, one of the most admired abilities of thunder and lightning is destruction.

Seeing that Indra's thunder was only less than ten meters away from him, he seemed to have felt the unique hot and cold breath of thunder and lightning before he finally moved.

The bow named Gandibal was abandoned by him, straddled behind him, his left hand covered with white gloves seemed to be placed in front of him slowly, and he muttered to himself: "After I saluted the brilliant three-eyed god Shiva, the terrible heavenly punishment was born. ”

As his left hand reached out in front of him, a black bead appeared in his palm, it was pure black, black without a trace of light, black through which no light could shine.

"Destroy, Shadow of the God of Destruction!"

The bead brought a blue thunderbolt around it, and as Arjuna waved it with his left hand, the bead went straight to the thunder of Indra like a soldier who had received an order from a general.

Gilgamesh frowned high in the sky and stared at the black bead without blinking, "What the hell is this?" Why is there nothing in the king's treasury? ”

The two thunderbolts collided, the violent aura of destruction came into being, the wind began to rage, the earth began to crack, and at this moment, it seemed that there were waves rushing, wild beasts roaring, and mountains and fields falling, like the end of the world.

Li Zheng, who was far enough away, couldn't believe his eyes at all, he didn't know that the power of the servant couldn't be reasonable, but what the fuck was this? Could it be a missile from the north? If not, then why is this happening?

There was no grass within 500 meters of Gilgamesh and Arjuna, and the ground had dropped nearly two meters. The highway, which cost the South Korean government a lot of money, cracked like a piece of papyrus and dissipated into nothingness, revealing the gray-brown earth below.

Arjuna stood quietly on the dirt, dressed in white, gasping slightly, but still holding his head up proudly.

In this round, I won.

Gilgamesh's eyes widened in anger, and if he hadn't waved Dulandar in time to block him, a trace of thunder escaping from the black bead would have fallen on him.

The struggle between two of the best Heroic Spirits in human history has only just begun.

Anam-dong, Seongbuk-gu, Seoul.

Seongbuk-gu is a suburb of Seoul, but it's crowded day and night because Korea University is located here.

In a neighborhood not far from Korea University's Anam campus, Joan of Arc was sitting quietly on a couch with her eyes closed, and across from her was a tall black man, Seleucus, the current head of the Templar Church in Seoul.

Joan of Arc and Seleucus are not people of many words, so in the eyes of outsiders, the atmosphere in the living room is inevitably a little dignified, but in fact, the two of them have a very comfortable life.

Since intercepting the news that the other party was going to do it a few days ago, the two of them have often met at Joan of Arc's current residence, and although they met for a night, they did nothing and just sat like this.

Seleucus was a member of the church, and he knew exactly who Joan of Arc was, a famous French saint in history, whom he revered very much, and if he didn't know the specific time of the other party's actions and needed to keep in touch with Joan of Arc at all times, he would definitely not be in the same room with Joan of Arc often.

Without him, the pressure is too much. Anyone who sees someone who has always been admired since childhood will have the same psychology as Seleucus, if not worse.

A slight fluctuation from the far south made Joan of Arc's eyes open, and Seleucus was several seconds slower than her.

"Lord Adjudicator, is it ......" Seleucus' face was a little ugly.

Joan of Arc nodded solemnly, and the skirt on her body turned into a tight silver armor in an instant, showing off her delicate curves perfectly, with a short blue cloak behind her back, and her long golden hair on her forehead covered by an M-shaped silver hair ornament.

The weak French village girl became Joan of Arc who led the Hundred Years' War in France in an instant.

"Let's go."

Seleucus nodded and respectfully followed Joan of Arc.

The two walked out of the community, and Joan of Arc asked without looking back, "Seleucus, who is the fluctuation of Fang Cai?" ”

Seleucid glanced in the direction of the magic fluctuations, and said in a deep voice: "In the direction of Sancheng Cave, it should be saber." ”

"Saber?" Joan of Arc muttered softly, "If it were her, it wouldn't be too much of a problem......"

At this moment, an even more distant wave of magic suddenly appeared.

Joan of Arc looked into the distance in surprise, "Where is it?" ”

Seleucus also felt it at this time, and was secretly surprised by the intensity of the fluctuations, and replied: "It seems to be the direction of Gao Yang over there, if I guess correctly, it should be Archer." ”

"Gilgamesh?" Joan of Arc's face straightened, "Let's go over there first." ”

"But, Lord Adjudicator, Archer's words, there shouldn't be a problem, right?" Seleucus asked, somewhat incomprehensible.

Joan of Arc shook her head, "I don't know, but I feel like there's more of a threat over there." ”

Before Seleucus could say something, he felt an even more violent wave of magic come from him, and with this fluctuation came a touch like an earthquake.

The reason why Seleucus was able to feel this fluctuation at the same time as Joan of Arc this time was not because he had suddenly opened up some Rendu's second vein, but because this magic fluctuation was so strong that it could be felt throughout Seoul.

Joan of Arc's beautiful eyes widened, full of astonishment and anxiety, and before she could say anything more to Seleucus, a tremendous force erupted from her thin body, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye. (To be continued.) )