Gilgamesh's lips curled slightly upwards, forming a sneering smile.
At this moment, the holy sword in his hand, named Gram, also seemed to burn, transforming into faint golden light particles.
The next moment, those faint golden light particles, emitting dazzling colors, transformed into bright silver. Within them, there was even a trace of blood-red color.
Then, those bright silver light particles gradually condensed. A wide and thick giant sword appeared in Gilgamesh's hand, revealing its sharp posture.
"So, ready to welcome the air of the Underworld, mongrel?" Gilgamesh asked lightly, his tone carrying a light mockery that spread throughout the field.
However, at this moment, Fafnir could hardly respond. Those precious attacks, one after another, tore his scales, ripped his body, and crushed his bones. It could be said that if such an offensive continued, even the black dragon's body would only meet death.
But Gilgamesh was no longer willing to let his collection be stained with that putrid dragon blood.
Streams of golden light wrapped around his body, then subtly floated. That was the treasure belonging to the Dragon-Slayer Saint, Saint George.
A treasure named 'Dragon Slayer'.
Sacred songs echoed, resounding, and Fafnir, seeing this scene, had a hint of ruthlessness flash in his eyes.
The next moment, streaks of black qi, along with that golden light, all intertwined on Gilgamesh's body.
That was his ability 'Dragon Slayer', and it was Siegfried's reliance on slaying dragon species.
Finally, that silver greatsword emitted a dazzling radiance.
Invisible forces condensed within it, and streaks of light gradually soared.
Screams echoed from Gilgamesh's side. That was the resentment left behind by the dragons and serpents that had been slain.
But it ended there.
Looking at the dragon's head, which was already covered in fresh blood and even had many shattered scales, Gilgamesh's face showed no trace of pity.
He lightly raised his sharp silver greatsword, feeling the surging power within his body, and that faint hint of animosity towards his enemy, like a faint tremor.
That was the animosity of the Steel Hero towards the dragons and serpents plaguing the world.
The Steel Heroes who protected the world, slew gods, and slew dragons and serpents, allowing the human world to continue to advance.
And now, it was precisely so.
"The evil dragon will eventually fail."
With a solemn chant, Gilgamesh's voice echoed.
And in Fafnir's eyes, fear had already filled them.
At this moment, the Hero King, standing above the dragon and serpent, carried the aura of a Steel Hero.
On the other side, hundreds of meters away from the airport.
"What a truly incredible battle!"
That was a heartfelt sigh, and the one sighing was a man wearing a Tang suit.
The martial artist named Lu Yinghua stood around the airport's few low-rise buildings and sighed uncontrollably.
At this moment, the reason he was here was clear: the blood-red fresh blood still flowing down his body.
Naturally, this was the blood of his enemies.
The Historical Compilation Committee seemed to have sensed something and dispatched countless ninjas, but all the fellows he encountered were mercilessly slaughtered by him without hesitation.
And at this moment, all around him, no matter what it was, had already turned into ruins. There were even two bodies that had been twisted beyond recognition, floating like bobbing pumpkins in the blood-red pool of blood.
That was due to the earthquake just now.
Gilgamesh's strike caused a huge earthquake. It was estimated that people throughout the island nation could feel that tremendous tremor.
However, it did not cause any volcanic eruptions or other destructive events. Of course, even so, many people probably died.
Of course, being an island nation prone to earthquakes, it wouldn't have too much of an impact. However, if Gilgamesh's strike just now had a slightly larger swing, it's estimated that even sinking the land wouldn't be impossible.
"Truly evil. But this is also the nature of a god-slayer. At least, compared to his master, he's still much kinder!"
Lu Yinghua said this, but a hint of bitterness appeared on his face.
"Careful, careful! Discussing master like that is still not good."
Saying this lightly, but there was no trace of respect in his tone.
Even a "guidance" like Luo Loulian's could hardly make him feel respect. Perhaps, calling it intentional wouldn't be an exaggeration.
But even so, he, who had always been a martial artist, still respected his master very much, even if Luo Loulian's actions repeatedly brought trouble to his master.
However, just as he smiled bitterly, a silver light had already flashed, and the next moment, the sky was already stained blood-red.
Just before.
"The evil dragon will eventually fail!"
Gilgamesh said this, his voice righteous and filled with peerless dignity.
Faint silver light particles, along with the special blood energy of the dragon's blood, enveloped him, making the originally thick silver greatsword even more enormous.
"Light and shadow that cut through everything!"
Layers of silver light blossomed on the greatsword, then radiated outwards in all directions.
Dense black shadows also gradually wrapped around it. Within those shadows, there was an extremely sharp aura.
"The world, now has reached its twilight."
The sky gradually darkened, as if an unparalleled pressure fiercely slammed onto Fafnir's body.
The black dragon of the Underworld involuntarily groaned, roaring with anger and unwillingness.
But, that was the end of it.
"I strike you down—Fantasy Greatsword: Demon-Slayer!"
That silver light, with a blood-stained, dazzling radiance, extended from the greatsword, and without the slightest hesitation, slashed towards the black dragon of the Underworld.
Then, came the splattering dragon blood.
It was merely one sword, a mere ordinary sword.
The great dragon that had just been soaring and rampaging was easily split into two.
A huge wound opened up on that massive body, and streams of fresh blood gushed out.
However, Fafnir's lips subtly curled upwards, and then he chanted the incantation that signified destruction.
"Punisher of Karmic Fire (Red Punishment)"
The next moment, the sky turned dark red, and the giant dragon also transformed into faint light particles and dispersed.
A scorching sensation spread from the sky above. That was an absolutely irresistible majesty. Even Gilgamesh could only choose to evade.
The karmic fire, capable of devouring spiritual entities, even made his true body reflect it.
Looking at the blood-red sky, Gilgamesh couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his mouth. A hint of a sneer appeared on his face.
"How boring, mongrel!"
At the same time, the vermillion karmic fire, which devoured all things, scattered downwards.
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