The Godslayer in the Sky of Fate

The burly Servant, facing the Master's question, didn't look guilty at all but instead laughed out loud.

"No, isn't there a saying, 'Hundred Talks Mojo One Try'."

"'Hundred Talks of Mogwai' isn't your real name, is it?!"

A dizzyingly angry Weber. With two fists that had no power, he cried out as he punched the upright Rider's breastplate in a series of punches.

"Yeah. So that's it?"

Webb shuddered, and it was his teacher's voice, Kennedy.

"I'm so sorry. I would have made this lovely student happy. Webb, a mortal like you, was supposed to have a peaceful life that belongs only to mortals."

A voice full of pride, an irritating voice.

But the voice brought Webb to a place of immense fear.

"Hey magician, from what I've observed you seem to be trying to take the place of my little Master and become my Master."

Rider asked to the Master of Lancer who lurked nowhere, actually smiling with malicious compassion that made his face contort.

"It's ridiculous if that's the case. The man who becomes my Master should be a warrior who rides the battlefield with me, not a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face."

Silence was descending, with only the anger of that unseen Master spreading through the night air.Rider suddenly burst out laughing, this time facing the empty night sky, laughing as loud as he could.

"Come out! There must be others. The associates who hide in the darkness and peek at us!"

Saber and Lancer both showed surprised expressions.

"-What's wrong with you, Rider?"

Facing Saber who questioned himself, the Conquering King was all smiles and gave a thumbs up at the same time.

"Saber and Lancer, it's amazing that you fought face to face. I'm afraid there was more than one English spirit that was drawn out by the sound of a sword and halberd making such a crisp clash."

"Pathetic. So pathetic! The heroes and heroines gathered in Winterwood. Is there no sense in seeing Saber and Lancer displaying their magnanimity here? Having a real name worth boasting about, but sneaking around here and peeking all the time is cowardly. The English spirits will be alarmed when they hear this, eh!?"

The crowd saw it through magic and made different assessments, but more so. A heroic but stupid man.

A moment after Rider bellowed, a golden light appeared. It was a golden Yingling. All luxuriously armored.

"The one who doesn't put me in his eyes and calls himself 'King' without knowing the sky, two have sprung up in one night ah." He said so arrogantly.

"Even if you lash out ...... I Iskandar is still the famous conquering king in the world." Rider said.

"I am the only hero in heaven and earth who is truly known as a king. The rest are just some mongrels."

How about you just give your name first when you've said that? If you were also a king, you wouldn't even be afraid of your own fame, would you?"

"Rider so gagged that Archer's red eyes grew red with arrogant fury, staring down at the giant man under his eyes.

"Are you asking me? Bastard ask the king about me?"

It was a very arrogant Englishman. The words just fell.

There was a great sound from the beach and a monster appeared. A figure stood atop the monster's head. It said, "Indeed, of course these fellows will not know your name."

The people looked back.

It was a serpentine beast with a dragon head. Powerful breaths brought forth vast magical power, and a huge dragon's might oppressed the crowd, one of the oldest dragons, and the dragon's might that it brought with itself was enough to make some lowly gods tremble in the ancient times. Although now it was just a projection of hell.

The surrounding sky resounded with thunder, and the sea breeze around it changed with the giant beast's breathing. From time to time, the mouth of the giant beast emitted bursts of dragon roars, as if it wanted to swallow the many heroes in front of it.

The crowd recognized the giant beast as the one that swallowed up demons. Its terrifying power to devour demons would never be forgotten by the crowd, and the demons that the crowd fought so hard for were no different from food in its eyes.

And at its head stood a teenager with short white hair, a black inch shirt, and jeans underneath, this was the image of Yo on earth. So ordinary, but so different. How could the man who was the driver of such a powerful beast be an ordinary man?

"Yes, the ancient hero-king, Gilgamesh." He did so. "What a long time no see. Son of the most ancient god of mankind, the Ancient King."

When the golden spirit saw him, he was stunned for a moment, then thought of something and instantly roared. "It's you, damned bastard! Barr the Fallen!"

Plus a chapter to finish off early.

Chapter 5.

"You dirty bastard." Gold Flash said so. "Crawled out of hell again?"

Yo smiled faintly. "The king of yesteryear is still so arrogant." Closing his eyes, he said. "But sadly, you are a dead man, and I am. And yet alive."

Golden Flash's face was livid, "You bastard, are you trying to provoke this king." Countless golden lights appeared behind him, and knives shining with dazzling light suddenly appeared in the empty sky.

Sheathed swords, and guns. All of them were decorated with eye-catching and shining lights, and also emitted magic power that could not be hidden. It was clearly not an ordinary weapon and could only be a treasure. But it didn't shoot out.

Golden Flash's greatest pain was the loss of Enchidu, the loss of the fairy grass, and the loss of hope for eternal life.

The saber, lancer, and rider on the side heard their words and were shocked as well.

Gilgamesh! The most ancient king of mankind in legend. No wonder he possessed so many treasures, the legendary one who had gathered the world's treasures possessed the prototype of all the world's treasures. And yet the man in front of him, known as Baal, seemed to possess an identity that rivaled his, making him afraid to do anything.

Who was he? The people thought thus.

"O ancient king," so said Yo, "I apologize for my foolish men interrupting your duel." This was what he said to Saber. "The foolish man misinterpreted my meaning." He smiled evilly, "I was trying to kill you, knot let this idiot misinterpret it."

"Are you insulting the knight." SABER gritted his teeth. "You're unforgivable for interrupting my duel."

Lancer nodded as well and said, "That's right, you fellow, if you're a hero too, state your name."

"My name." Yo said "Didn't that golden light just say it, my name is Baal."

Rider heard it and said "Baal? There is no such person in history, but there is such a fellow in mythology." Indeed, the king who conquered Babylon, the first thing that comes to mind when you hear Baal is an ancient god. Baal the Golden Calf God.

Yo sighed, "You thought of that, didn't you."

"Huh?" Rider was shocked "Barr, not now. Are you."

"Yes, I am Barr." Yo proudly. "The ancient god of the Golden Calf, son of EL, later the Fallen, the demon god in the first place! Barr."

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The arrogant proclamation shocked everyone.

The ancient god, hailed as God's greatest enemy, stood before everyone's eyes.Saber and lancer were surprised as well.

"This is impossible," said Saber. "How could Yingling summon the ancient gods?"

Indeed, it was a war between heroes. Not a war between gods, and Baal was not on the level they could see.

Yo, on the other hand, sneered, "What's impossible, I didn't descend in my complete form.'" To tell everyone so frankly that he wasn't complete, because it was absolute confidence in himself.