I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"Isn't that enough? Let's have another hundred rounds, kid!" Gilgamesh snorted coldly, and immediately swung the magic book again.

The golden void ripples behind him, from which extended hundreds of golden flashes...

Under Du Lin's observation, ten times was slightly slower than one instant, and the hundred golden flashes became even slower.

Facing the direct golden flash, Du Lin's figure was on the left side of the sky for a moment, and the tails of twenty beams of light hurried past his eyes.

And the remaining nearly eighty beams of light hit him, and he continuously moved back and forth in midair.

In less than a minute, all the golden beams of light were completely avoided.

Only the first one can be directly called a flash, ten bursts can already be captured with perception, and one hundred shots, it is no different from a beam of light.

The land of Netherland in the distance exploded, and I don't know if it took away some patrolling Galula spirits. I heard a few screams occasionally, and was immediately covered by a more resounding explosion bombardment.

"This attack is useless."

"What?" Gilgamesh looked at the figure that was as fast as the wind, as if feeling a mockery, he adjusted the direction of the King's Treasure, this time... two hundred.

Another attack, Du Lin didn't panic at all.

This kind of attack... It wasn't the first time he had experienced it.

When in Chaldea, Medea made him dodge the magic bullet more efficiently and quickly than such an attack.

As long as you figure out the frequency of Gilgamesh's attacks, then use the perception of breath.

When it can be confirmed that it is in a straight line, with such a distance, dodging is no longer dangerous, or... it is impossible to hit him at all.

What's more, he descended to the Netherland world with the body of the soul, and his speed was faster than that on the surface.

Du Lin watched the dense attack of nearly [-] beams of light that came into view ahead of him. His figure stood still, and then there was an extreme flash in an instant.

His figure disappeared from Gilgamesh's eyes, and the two hundred beams of light bombarded the land of the underworld in the distance, becoming useless.

Swish Swish Swish!bang bang bang!

Surrounding the earth and sky around the door of the seventh gate, there are only two colors left: the darkness and dampness of the underworld and the shining colors of the king.

It can be seen that in less than half an hour, Du Lin was struggling to avoid the panicked figure, but he has moved steadily.

Of course, this scene was also imprinted in Gilgamesh's eyes. Beads of sweat had already oozed from his forehead, and the impact of the consumption of mana had already made him feel a little tired even in the dream.

"Tch, damn brat!" Gilgamesh cursed in a low voice.

His pride as a king simply does not allow him to be ridiculed like this.

Now that such an attack is ineffective, such an attack cannot be used.

So he drained half of his spirit and turned it into the King's Noble Phantasm that was blessed behind him.

Anyway, this is in Netherland, and the body on the surface will not have too many restrictions at all. At most, it is just a little weak in the soul, and it will feel like a hangover when waking up the next day—even though this is already the same as his initial experience. The original intention of "promise to guard the goal → easily defeat the enemy (or let go) → get a month of life extension and go back to work" is completely different.

He has already felt the humiliation of the king!

No, this kind of behavior is undoubtedly treating him as a king as a magician who will only stand up and fire when he is taken advantage of.

"Exhaust his magic power, I will win" This kind of behavior itself is a kind of contempt for him.

"Bastard!" Glancing coldly ahead, Gilgamesh swung out his ax blade, and a hundred golden flashes shot out from behind him the next moment, piercing through the top of his head like a sniping laser in an instant.

Du Lin frowned in the distant sky: "What?"

Comparable to the speed of the first time!

No, even faster than the first time.

"If you don't have enough strength or quantity, you still have to compete with me for speed?" Du Lin's expression remained unchanged.

This is not a range of 20 meters at close range. If you want to dodge, it is easier than before.

but……

This time he didn't plan to hide.

Staring at Gilgamesh, who looked a little tired, this was probably an illusion that the other party had retained his strength!

Anyway, he hasn't released his treasure yet...

That is to say, after this blow, who will the balance of victory be determined?

The golden light reflected in front of his eyes had already arrived, and at this moment Du Lin straightened the holy sword Durandal in his hand at the same time.

The memory of his acceptance of the sword skills has rarely surfaced anymore, but the things engraved in his soul will never be forgotten.

Chi-!

The speed of the feet is enhanced, the strength of the whole body is enhanced, the wrist is doubled, the blade is increased...

brush!

In an instant, the golden light passed by both sides of his side and the top of his head at the same time.

"What?" Gilgamesh was taken aback.

The next moment, he had already sensed a threat comparable to a wild beast firmly locked on him, and the king's posture was not flustered at all. At this moment, he raised the ax in his hand.

At the same time, Du Lin's figure has lost his figure from the front perspective.