Chapter 730: When I was young, I was ignorant and killed a god

King's Treasure!
In response to the king's anger, hundreds of treasures shot towards Duke overwhelmingly, at a more terrifying speed than before, except for the sky full of golden silk threads, nothing can be seen.
boom! boom! boom! boom----
Just like carpet bombing in modern warfare, the warehouse area of ​​the port has been devastated. There are successive explosions, and every treasure that falls on the ground is a deafening noise.
The pillar of fire soared into the sky, billowing black smoke rose into the night sky, covering the stars from the horizon, and only a crescent moon was visible.
Duke rushed in the dense pillar of fire, the short-distance burst increased his speed to the limit, his upper body was pressed very low, like a bird flying across the water, leaving a cluster of splashes.
A treasure shaped like a Fang Tian painted halberd crashed down, piercing his chest and piercing the ground, and the attached magic power blew all around into a mess. The pierced Duke continued to run, and his figure gradually faded. In the next second, seven or eight figures appeared at the same time, and then disappeared at the same time.
Phantom!
"what!?"
Rarely, there was a trace of terror in Archer's eyes. Duke, who had regained his youth, was far faster than he had imagined. In just a short time, he avoided King Treasure's blast and rushed to him in one fell swoop.
"Arrogant!"
Archer gave a low cry, summoned a sword, and slashed towards Duke's figure. The long sword is extraordinary, and from the perspective of its magic power, it definitely has an A+ level.
Although the archer is best at melee combat, his martial arts are far worse than Duke. He only heard a clear impact and the long sword in his hand was picked up.
Huh!
The flaming red and ice blue swiped left and right, Archer jumped back and jumped away, but unfortunately it was too late. He escaped the physical attack of the sword, but failed to dodge the attached magic effects.
The freezing cold of the forest and the high temperature of melting flesh and blood, two diametrically opposed forces wreaked havoc in his body. The cold trembling between his teeth for the first second, and the heat that was about to evaporate the next second.
"Damn it, let this king..."
The scene before him was like a nightmare to Archer, a full blow under his anger, the enemy could no longer tolerate it, and he was injured by the enemy close to him, and the glory of the king was trampled on.
Before he showed any angry expression, the thick Frostmourne slashed across, and sparks were drawn across the golden armor on his chest. The accompanying chill made his face even more blue, and there seemed to be a faint life.
"The King's Treasure!"
Duke's speed was too fast, Archer couldn't detect the figure, so he couldn't make evasive defenses, and simply continued to make big moves, sweeping the treasure around the heavy rain. Fortunately, Wang Zhibao has its own recycling function, otherwise he will become a pauper within a short time.
Looking at the phantoms that continued to flash around, Archer secretly gritted his teeth, summoned the projectile from the treasure of the king, and jumped into the sky.
Made of gold and emeralds, the glorious flying boat that can soar in the sky is also the exclusive throne of the oldest king-Vimana!
Through the solar crystal fueled by mercury, it generates powerful driving force and can fly at high speed regardless of the laws of physics. In addition to strong mobility, it is also equipped with various treasure systems, which can strike the enemy powerfully in the sky.
Levitating in a flying boat, Archer felt extremely humiliated. He had never been so embarrassed before. He was beaten so that he could only choose to escape. While being extremely ashamed, Archer recognized Duke in his heart, admitting that he was a rare and powerful opponent in the world.
Of course, he wouldn't say this when he died!
Below the flying boat, Duke held a long sword in each hand, and the frost and flames were constantly intertwined, and his black hair was dancing wildly with the turbulent wind.
"I remember, your name is Gandalf, isn't it?" Archer asked loudly, unexpectedly not using mantras such as'cutter'.
"It's a dual wielding mad fight against Gandalf. Does the ancient hero king have any advice?"
"This king asks you, how did you die with such strength? Don't tell this king that you died of aging, this king doesn't believe it!"
Archer asks this for no reason. As we all know, the heroic spirit is the existence of the hero whose great achievements remain as a legend after death, and who have become the object of faith.
The existence of the heroic spirit will be released from the shackles of time and move to the seat of the heroic spirit outside the world. However, the servant summoned by the Holy Grail just copied the personality and power of the corresponding hero, which was a bit worse than the real hero.
There are many factors that affect the strength of the followers, such as the quality of the master, whether it fits with the rank, popularity, and the location of the summoning.
Take Lancer Di Lumuduo as an example. The most suitable rank for him should be Saber. Compared with two magic spears, he was more famous for his swordsmanship. Another example is popularity. If he is summoned in Dilumudo's hometown, with his prominent reputation, the parameters are definitely not worse than Saber, the strongest rank.
Archer was puzzled. Duke claimed to be a mage. He came as Berserker and his rank was not suitable. His strength had been greatly reduced. Secondly, Duke is an overhead hero, and there is no legend about him in this world. Without fame, he would naturally have no strength during his lifetime.
Combining the two, the extent to which dual wielding madness is weakened can be imagined!
So the question is, the weakened version is so strong, how much trouble is it in the heyday? Why are you so awkward?
Duke sighed after hearing the words, and his acting skills went online again: "The old man in the Middle-earth Continent, leading the various races to overthrow the rule of the demon Lord Sauron, thought that peace would come here. However, this is the old man's whimsical..."
Archer asked, "What happened?"
"There has always been only one thing that has brought chaos to the world, and that is the high gods. The demon Lord Sauron is just a tool for them to win over their faith. They are the root of all evil!"
Archer furrowed his brows, and he agreed with this sentence. Gods and other things are all bastards.
"The old man couldn't bear to continue to be enslaved by the hundreds of Chinese and Turkish tribes, and went to the sacred mountain..."
"What did you do?" Archer's voice trembled, and he had an absurd answer in his heart.
"The old man killed them all!" Duke's eyes flashed coldly: "At dusk of the gods, I bathed in the blood of the gods, cursed by the dead gods, will eventually perish with them!"
"..."
There was a silence, not only Archer, but the masters and followers who were onlookers in the distance were shocked to the point that they were unable to make a sound, and their brains were blank. In a trance, the brain made up the old man with white beard and hair, unable to endure the suffering of all living beings, fighting against the gods alone, and finally ending up with them.
"You don't need to mention old things!" Duke said casually, saying that when he was young, he was ignorant and killed God on a whim.
"Such a great achievement is really hard to imagine. It's a worthwhile trip to meet you in the Battle of the Holy Grail." Archer's expression changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Referencing his legend, he can guess him I also want to kill God.
Just as he was talking, Archer was about to lower the flying boat, and took out the strongest treasure to fight Duke, but Duke waved his hand and motioned him to wait a moment.
"Although the old man is not good at air combat, he has some familiarity."
Lancer: Why do you sound so familiar?
Duke's eyes were half-squinted, and a complicated magical array opened under his feet. The sky-blue array with a diameter of 100 meters was filled with magical power that made people palpitate. The vast waves of magic surging out ~EbookFREE.me~ as magnificent as the ocean, almost materialized to form a translucent sea of ​​magic.
"This magic power, no wonder he is a mage..." Archer stood on the flying boat and stretched out his hand to sweep away the storm rushing from below. The next second, the red pupils trembled suddenly.
The magic circle under Duke's feet surged with countless frost, and the huge ice like a hill lifted up one after another, and at the same time it lifted him up, mimicking him into a ferocious dragon head. The dragon's skull protruding with ice thorns, the indifferent hollow pupils, shining endless cold light.
It's not over yet, and four dragon heads rise one after another, one red crystal-like crystal clear, lingering raging flames; one golden scale armor is covered with holy brilliance; one is covered with black spines, rising lightly black Fog; a cyan body with purple runes on the surface.
"Roar oh oh oh "
Five dragon heads protruded out of the ground, roaring up to the sky and roaring, resounding over the city of Winterwood. The horrible aura suddenly condensed, and the cold night sky suddenly became extremely heavy, and there was a depressive aura in the eyes.
"Introduce, the magic that the old man is most proud of, here should be called magic...Five Emperor Dragons!!"
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