"Hmph, have you washed your neck?"

Looking at the two on the hill, the corners of the blonde youth's mouth rose.

No matter how many monsters there are, they can't stop their footsteps, and the golden annihilator has a more brutal side than the darkness, and the overwhelming power ravages the monsters, and they can only continue to turn into ashes.

"Hero King, you have eyes to see through the future, and now that you know my existence, you still want to fight against me?" The black boy looked down at the Golden King, his aura was much stronger than a month ago, and his strength was stronger, but compared to the brilliant Golden Radiance, it was overshadowed.

"Ha, it's really a funny question, it's because I understand your existence that I want to annihilate you even more." The young man declared his intention, unconcerned about the chaotic darkness, and the golden light fell, making it difficult to look at directly.

"Then there is no way, since your choice is so stupid, leave your life here."

At the end of the question, the black boy's behavior was the same, and he knew very well what kind of strength the golden king had, but it was nothing to his great cause.

The skeleton-like monsters were concentrated, dozens of times more than the previous million, densely packed like a vast ocean, screaming and rushing towards the blonde youth, but there was not even a single one that could get close to the young man within ten meters, the explosion sound of "boom", and the violent explosion set off by each blow could shatter thousands of monsters.

"It's such a disgusting number, and I don't know how to live or die."

Behind the blonde young man, all the treasures that emerged, the number was nearly hundreds, pouring down, originally the Heroic Spirit could only have one or two treasures, but he was different.

Legends, myths, and the like were not born from scratch.

The reason why myths have so many things in common in ancient and modern China and abroad is because they have the origin of being a template.

The legend that was completed as an object of worship is nothing more than something that is finally integrated into the local area. The ability of magic swords, holy swords, and the like to exert their abilities is also due to the beliefs formed in this locality.

However, suppose that before that, the things that were called treasures in ancient and modern mythology had their origins before they received their true names.

That's the treasure that the blonde youth has.

In the most distant antiquity, when the world was still one yuan, there was a prosperous and prosperous country, and the king collected the treasures of the world. There is neither unattainable nor unabundant. The king built a perfect treasury, in which all kinds of weapons were never used, and fell into a long sleep with the king, and after the king's death, the contents of the treasury were scattered all over the world, and all of them made great achievements because of the famous sword, and finally sublimated into a treasure after the years passed.

The youth is the oldest heroic king - Gilgamesh.

"Gate.of.Babylon, all doors open."

This is not a battle at all, but a one-sided crushing, and the endless monsters can only be burned under the light of gold, and they are not even qualified to stop him.

The black mud stretched, and a large number of Shadow Servants appeared, and the strength of the Shadow Servants was much stronger than the monsters piled up in numbers, but a rain of golden arrows fell, and the Shadow Servants who had just poked their heads out of the mire were all blown into powder.

The black girl moved, and the mud stretched to the feet of the golden youth, ready to devour from the bottom, but she found that the cursed mud could not contaminate the enemy.

"This kind of thing has been experienced by this king ten years ago."

It hurts so much –

The black girl's body was pierced by a golden weapon, and it became tattered, and she had an immortal body, and physical attacks couldn't have hurt her, but why did it hurt so much?

The fan color that flowed out of the body was nailed to the ground, which was quite ugly.

The hands were wobbly as if they were connected to a layer of skin, and although there were still feet, they had been broken from the waist down, and it was quite painful.

The attack of the tentacles can't withstand the golden light weapon, and this enemy, the black girl can't deal with.

"Although you can't kill it, the attack of the Curse of Killing still has some effect."

With a flick of his fingers, Gilgamesh slashed the black girl's neck with a sharp blade, and her whole body was pierced by the treasure, as if she had been beaten and filthy and prostrate on the ground.

The consciousness is still there, and cutting off the immortal treasure can't kill the black girl, but she can't get up at all, and it's quite painful.

Finally, Gilgamesh pointed his red pupils at the black boy.

The black moon, the flickering flames, and the chaotic and unknown void are about to perform an earth-shattering battle.

......

In the Church of the Priests, Gollum and his party came here, they were going to come to find Yan Feng Qili, but they met a silver-haired woman they didn't know in the church.

The body is slender, and the voice is like finely carved glass. In the empty and uninhabited chapel, silver-haired nuns played music, and the sunlight shining through the skylight blinded everyone's eyes.

The arrival of the crowd did not interrupt the women, and the performance was still neat and undisturbed, and there was no desire to pay attention to the visitors, and the silver-haired women took care of themselves and did their duty.

There is nothing wrong with the women's performance, but the music itself is not excellent at all, the boring music is so bland that it makes people doze off, there is no beautiful tune and it fails to express the enthusiasm of the performer, and the faint tune is like the work that people have to do every day without passion.

Every week there are people who visit the church, and the performance is the crystallization of prayers for cleansing the heart and peace of mind for forgiveness.

Here, the sons of people who have no faith can also feel the breath of God.

But unfortunately, the five people in the group of Gollum felt sacred, and all that occupied their minds was the reality of ruins.

"I can't stand it, can I interrupt her? I want to throw up—"

Hei Zhen couldn't stand it first, if it weren't for Gollum here, she would have stepped forward to play, this church-like holy maiden tune, smelling this smell, she was angry.

"I'm a little dizzy, too." Shirou and the others also agreed, not wanting to listen to such a performance again, which was quite uncomfortable.

Gollum nodded, in fact, her ears were a little fried, and in response to everyone's wishes, she stepped forward and interrupted the music, "Excuse me, is the priest here?" ”

The unpleasant playing stopped, the organ disappeared from the church, and the women got up and looked at the crowd, not surprised.

"Welcome, my name is Kalian, my father is not here today, and I will take care of all the affairs of the church." The woman bowed to the crowd, but what she said surprised everyone.

This silver-haired woman is Yan Feng Qili's daughter?

Everyone suspected that they had heard it wrong, would someone like Yan Feng Qili still have such a beautiful daughter? Does that guy know what emotion is?

"If you're thirsty, I can help you get ready to drink."

Karen is quite humble, but the more she does this, the more frightening everyone becomes, compared to Yan Feng's indifferent and ruthless character, it is hard to imagine that it will be a father-daughter relationship.