Those were knights, who, as the dead, and by the authority of Osiris, were left in this world and driven by Wolpang, forging one evil deed after another.
"Truly, is this kind of trash trying to mess with me, you damned mongrels!"
Gildarts said heavily, looking at the knights swarming towards him, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of anger.
Indeed, how could such a fellow be an opponent for a heroic king? Such an aggressive posture, rather than a test, would be more accurately described as an insult.
However, similarly, what Wolpang was about to face was Gildarts' endless wrath.
"To be so brazenly contemptuous of this king, you deserve to fall into hell."
Gildarts didn't look at the knights rushing towards him. Instead, a trace of brutal mockery appeared on his face.
A golden vortex swirled around him, then parted, and a light blue sword blade slowly emerged from it.
Gildarts lightly gripped the light blue sword hilt, then exerted a slight force, fiercely pulling it out.
It was a longsword with a bright silver blade, almost without any decoration.
But, even just seeing it, one could feel its awe-inspiring power.
That was the holy sword symbolizing the sun.
"Divine tool? No, treasure?" Wolpang looked at this scene, slightly gasping.
Indeed, even for Godslayers, who were wealthy enough to rival a nation, treasures were an indispensable luxury for them.
And that longsword was enveloped in scorching heat. Its very presence seemed to declare its existence to be incomparable.
"It seems Gildarts possesses immeasurable treasures, which is only natural."
Wolpang muttered to himself like this, but the next moment, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
That was divine power; that was divine power coalesced and surging.
Invisible divine power emanated from that sword, then spread outwards.
It was as if the entire earth was being roasted. The hot waves that rolled in caused Wolpang to feel an unparalleled chill.
This strike, if not met with full power, was absolutely unstoppable!
Gildarts lightly raised the holy sword in his hand, feeling the simulated rotation of the sun within it, and couldn't help but reveal a trace of cruel mockery.
Then, he slowly chanted the true name of this holy sword.
"Sword of Revolving Victory!"
Golden flames instantly burst forth, flames belonging to the sun, sweeping across everything.
Whether it was the dead knights or the alloy-made airplanes, all were reduced to ashes by those flames.
However, there was one exception.
That was the half-human, half-beast figure, a giant half-human, half-wolf, who surged towards the flames, engulfing them.
The authority from the sun god Apollo naturally restrained the flames of the sun.
But, it was only this far.
Streaks of charring appeared on his thick fur, followed by layers of massive wounds.
That was a flame resembling the sun, but apart from its inherent temperature, it had no resemblance to the true sun.
However, even so, it was difficult to cause greater damage.
The fur was completely burned off, and the half-human, half-wolf, covered in numerous burn scars, could be said to be incomparably miserable.
But, even so, this fellow, this Godslayer named Wolpang, was still able to move.
Whether it was that long runway or anything else, it had long been reduced to charred traces.
Nothing could stop this strike, this incomparably imposing and powerful strike.
"Truly, it hurts a little!"
Wolpang said this, and the half-human, half-wolf figure gradually dissipated.
His body was covered in wounds. On the burn wounds, an aura of decay emanated.
Indeed, this was already an incomparably massive wound.
"The Sword of Revolving Victory, is it from Apollo's authority? But since it possesses such power, it's probably the manifestation of a legend."
Like an incomparably intelligent gentleman, even after enduring an extremely heavy wound, Wolpang coldly analyzed the treasure in Gildarts' hand.
The power of that strike had already firmly imprinted itself in his mind, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
But, he had already anticipated this.
In his hands, a pale green light appeared.
That was the authority obtained from slaying the disobedient god Bael. It was similar to Bael's Death Eye, capable of turning anyone into salt crystals.
At this moment, that pale green light swept towards Gildarts.
Even if Gildarts possessed the Godslayer's resistance to demonic power, he would still be affected by this authority. Perhaps he wouldn't directly turn into salt, but he would suffer a certain amount of damage.
However, blocking it would be easy.
A shield condensed in front of him. It was a shield emblazoned with the head of Gorgon.
This shield, named Aegis, was said to be incomparably effective against petrification abilities. In legends, the user who commanded it was given the petrifying eye of Medusa, and it was named because Athena later emblazoned Medusa's head on it.
At this moment, it could naturally also block Wolpang's authority.
The pale green gaze was completely shattered.
But, just for this instant, it was enough.
Wolpang sighed softly, a trace of determination in his eyes.
The next moment, something was awakened.
That was a dragon, an incomparably massive black dragon, named 'Dragon of the Otherworlds' authority.
...
Wolpang's spirit instantly left his body, then transformed into an incomparably huge black dragon.
Immediately after, it roared like a giant dragon.
A massive sound wave swept towards Gildarts, but was firmly blocked by Aegis.
Gildarts, meanwhile, slowly pulled something out from behind him.
"Letting me use this move is enough to prove your strength."
A massive sound wave rippled with these words. That was the roaring of the Godslayer named Wolpang, filled with rage.
"But, this is the end!"
That black giant dragon lightly lifted its head, devouring the surrounding air.
This was merely the prelude.
The next moment, from the dragon's head, came destruction.
A flame named 'Dragon's Breath', absolutely incomparable!
Even, possessing the effect of 'Red Punishment', this flame was enough to burn for several days, and furthermore, could not be extinguished.
It probably had the power of a B-class treasure.
Gildarts looked at the huge breath coming towards him, and couldn't help but slightly furrow his brow.
Then, a light blue shield opened behind him.
He lightly chanted the name of that shield.
"The Small World that Encompasses the Sky!"
The light blue world slowly unfolded, then met the scorching breath.
Immediately after, an incomparable roar.
And the king's slightly mocking chant.
"Sword of Absolute Blessing!"
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