Zongman: Heroic Spirit Master

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That was a pitch-black scythe, concealing the two great powers of 'Death' and 'Darkness.' Any life touched by it would meet death, and the black slash it brought, like a night curtain, could easily tear apart buildings.

Perhaps, compared to 'Nine Lives,' it was slightly less impressive, but it was not to be underestimated.

The goddess with flowing silver hair silently approached Gilgamesh. She watched as Gilgamesh easily shattered the slash that she had unleashed with all her might, dismissing it with a light touch, a hint of disdain in her eyes. However, what followed made the killing intent in her eyes surge even more fiercely.

Next was a slash. Without hesitation, a slash aimed at Gilgamesh's head, without a hint of doubt.

"Truly, utterly boring!" Gilgamesh had already detected the figure, but a hint of disdain still colored his eyes. Indeed, there was no need to dodge at all.

That pitch-black scythe, carrying immense power enough to overturn buildings, swung down fiercely. Even the most elite battleship, or the thickest armored vehicle and main battle tank.

These crystallizations of human wisdom, at the moment of facing that slash, would inevitably be pulverized. It was estimated that even the simplest resistance, a slight pause, would be absolutely impossible.

However, that was not absolute. At least, in Gilgamesh's eyes, it was meaningless. Because, the next moment, it was the sound of a clang.

An invisible, transparent shield blocked the pitch-black scythe. That was a shield named 'Shining Round Seven Rings.' It was enough to resist Medusa's slash, and even had some power left over.

"Indeed, it's not working?" The girl lightly mumbled, a hint of unwillingness in her eyes.

She, who usually won with one strike, was undoubtedly defeated.

Then she saw Gilgamesh lightly drawing out a long sword with a golden hilt from the ripples beside him, its silver blade shining brightly. He lightly swung it, as if re-familiarizing himself with the feel of something he had never forgotten.

"Medusa, display your power to this King, and this King will give you another qualification to worship at this King's feet!" Gilgamesh spoke in an extremely arrogant tone, using words that could be called insulting.

"Seriously, doesn't this seem a bit too much?" Medusa lightly curled her lips, and her cold, indifferent expression finally could no longer be maintained.

Perhaps, if it were truly the Medusa from mythology, she probably wouldn't have such rich emotions. However, precisely because she defied her fate, she stepped out of mythology, abandoning history to exist. Therefore, she possessed a greater degree of human emotion.

However, that was as far as it went.

The delicate girl with silver hair like moonlight, she raised the huge, pitch-black scythe.

Next, what she faced was the lofty King, a slash without a hint of mercy.

Undoubtedly, even though her scythe was already horizontally aligned with that long sword, a trace of sharp pain seemed to pierce her.

The girl couldn't help but tremble, trembling for the mythology attached to that sword.

"What is that?" Taking advantage of this blocked attack, Medusa carefully looked at the silver long sword. The power of the Goddess of Wisdom was activated, a power enough to see through all mysteries.

However, the next moment, the girl let out a helpless whimper. Her sparkling silver eyes were as if pierced, and the scorching pain lingered, unable to dissipate. However, even so, she clearly understood the sword's name, its true identity.

"Gla... Glarum?" She mumbled like this, but she felt as if she had stepped into an ice cellar.

Glarum, indeed, seemed extremely obscure, but that was the prototype of the 'Sword of Promised Victory.' Glarum, the Holy Sword of Dragon Slaying, its true owner was Siegfried. At that time, in his hand, this sword was called 'Great Illusion Sword, Demon Slayer.'

However, at this moment, it was more fitting to call it Glarum.

Even if the slashes brought by its true name released from Siegfried's hand did not exist, its special damage to Dragon-type beings was even more terrifying.

Unfortunately, whether it was Medusa, Medea, or Gorgon, they were either 'Earth Mothers' inextricably linked to dragons, or they were the very incarnation of dragons.

Even simply using her authority to analyze this sword would cause irreparable damage, let alone being struck by it.

"Truly, quite troublesome." The delicate girl lightly mumbled, then fiercely applied force to the sword and scythe clamped together.

Indeed, it was unknown what achievements that King had in martial arts or swordsmanship, but simply relying on the suppression of his treasures was enough to easily crush them.

Therefore, no matter what, he could not allow her to wave that scythe again.

However, Medusa underestimated that lofty King. Indeed, purely in terms of 'Fates Night,' Gilgamesh had no special achievements in close combat. However, this time, the one standing in front of her was the King of Heroes, who fought on the battlefield, a King of Heroes who could fight a hundred enemies.

Then, Gilgamesh lightly opened the pitch-black scythe, then mercilessly kicked forward. In terms of the most intuitive power, there was indeed not much difference between the two, but if one included the suppression brought by that holy sword, the gap became obvious.

Gilgamesh forcefully pried open the scythe in Medusa's hand, then fiercely stabbed towards the delicate girl. Then, a raging black wind surged. That was a wind that meant death, a wind from the underworld.

Perhaps, for ordinary mortals, that was a sure-kill move. But for Gilgamesh, who was already a heroic spirit, there was a huge difference compared to an ordinary evil wind.

However, even so, that wind merely blew open Gilgamesh's sword tip. That's right, although it couldn't stop Gilgamesh's movements, by using the power of that evil wind, she managed to slightly deflect the long sword that was thrust out.

Next, what followed was a dazzling splash of blood. Golden divine blood flowed down Medusa's body. Indeed, this was a severe injury that could not be taken lightly. Especially since it was Glarum, which had the attribute of 'Dragon Slayer,' Medusa suffered unprecedented pain.

Looking at the girl clutching her abdominal wound, slowly retreating, Gilgamesh showed no intention of stopping her. He lightly swung the shining silver long sword, shaking off the thick golden divine blood from its blade.

Then, he looked at the girl who was half-kneeling on the ground and couldn't help but chuckle.

"How about it, become this King's pet, Medusa?"