Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

"Then, after her value is used up, I will leave it to you to 'use', king!"

The girl gently licked her fingertips, a malicious smile appeared on her immature and pretty face.

"After all, no matter how poor the figure is, the waist is so soft, no matter what kind of posture it is, there will be no problem."

Smelling the faint scent of a girl on his body, Gilgamesh showed an indifferent smile.

"Well, that's okay."

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a hint of ferocity.

"The courtiers who don't obey the king's orders need to be 'educated' properly."

When he said this, the maliciousness in his tone even made Reinis, who was lying on top of him, feel an unforgettable coldness.

"Of course, if you want to come to Lion Jie Jieli, you won't refuse."

Reinis decided on Mordred's future lightly, and then asked with doubts on her face.

"Then, the first battle of the Holy Grail War should be over. Even if the heroic spirits haven't fully appeared, but whether it's the real name or combat power, the collection is almost the same, so we should leave, right?"

She said nonchalantly, the invisible contempt was so obvious.

As a subject of Gilgamesh, she naturally despises all heroic spirits. It is precisely because she understands the power of Gilgamesh that she despises other followers.

"No, 683 still has a bastard."

Gilgamesh said contemptuously, his words were full of arrogance.

For him, no matter how powerful his opponent is, if he cannot be recognized, he is no different from a bastard.

"Anymore?"

Reinis asked involuntarily, a trace of solemnity flashed in her eyes.

However, even so, she said with that sweet smile.

"Then, I also believe that you will hold the Holy Grail and become the winner."

Hearing the girl's words of admiration and admiration, Gilgamesh said indifferently.

"That is, of course."

At this moment, on the street in the dock warehouse, the swords and swords between Mordred and Artoria are still blooming.

Perhaps it was because of Shishijie Jieli's words, or perhaps because of his disappointment with Daimao, Mordred never revealed his real name, but tried his best to attack.

Slashing, slashing, and slashing continuously, she has no defense at all, completely exposing her body to the sword of the King of Knights.

However, the rain-like sword light left Arturia with no strength left to fight back.

Relying on this kind of swordsmanship, relying on this (bfef) offensive, Mordred has an advantage.

But, that's it.

Looking at the swaying sword curtain, Artoria's eyes flashed with determination.

On the other side, the King of Conquerors standing beside Nero couldn't help murmuring.

"Now, that King Arthur is going to be defeated."

Hearing such words, Nero couldn't help asking.

"What do you think?"

Wearing a red graceful dress, even the fierce battle just now did not cause any damage to his clothes.

The tyrant of Rome shook his scarlet dress lightly, and asked Iscambul.

"Doesn't she have that treasure, and it shouldn't be a problem to deal with this silver guy?"

However, the hearty chuckle of the King of Conquerors was greeted.

"That guy rushed over shouting King Arthur's name. Naturally, he understands King Arthur's treasure, so there should be a way to deal with it."

He said so, and then sighed softly.

"Unfortunately, such a strong man was not defeated by my hands. It really makes me feel unwilling."

The arrogant and heroic words vividly expressed the bold and unrestrained spirit of the King of Conquerors.

What he means is to conquer!

"Is that so, Qing is really domineering all the time."

Nero couldn't help but said, but the words were full of indifference.

And on the battlefield, Artoria finally liberated her Noble Phantasm.

"Wind King Barrier!"

With a low growl, she chopped off the gathered wind towards Mordred.

Such a storm, even if it doesn't cause too much damage to the heroic spirit, it disrupts the rhythm of the opponent's attack for a moment.

However, she received disdainful words.

"Knew you would do this, Arthur!"

There was an extremely deep hatred in those words, and the King of Knights couldn't help but feel a icy chill.

Immediately afterwards, there was the long sword raised horizontally, and the real name that growled out.

"Clarent, resplendent!"

It was a long sword that seemed to be shone by all the silver, and it finally showed its sharpness at this moment.

And the power brought by the long sword is only that one.

An unprecedented strengthening of the body of a heroic spirit.

It may not be comparable to the 'Lake of Indestructibility', but it is enough to raise a single attribute by a level.

Then, Mordred's muscle strength instantly changed from b to a at this moment, and the power contained in it became even more terrifying.

So much so that it can easily smash the Wind King's enchantment!

The whistling hurricane was easily torn apart by Mordred, and the silver sword slashed towards Artoria unabated.