Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

"Tsk, so you are really stupid, but this innocence is also fascinating." Gilgamesh said with a chuckle, and Atalanta couldn't help but feel tight in his heart with that malicious tone.

"What are you going to do..." She asked tremblingly, seemingly stern, but her eyes were full of fear.

"It's very simple, we just need to cover with a layer of magic to hide our figure." Gilgamesh said with a light smile. "However, there are still too few people in Central Park at night. How about rolling on the floor of a commercial street? Anyway, isn't that an extremely common thing for wild cats? I will clean it in advance and arrange it Basic suggestion magic, so that people will not step on you who is not in the slightest."

"You really are a scum..." Hearing this, Atalanta said angrily, with a faint blushing on her face. What surprised Gilgamesh the most was that between her tightly closed legs The room was already a little wet, and the unknown bodily fluid was exuding an inexplicable breath.

Seeing this, Gilgamesh leaned lightly on Atalanta's pink neck, his warm breath made that sensitive skin slightly red, and his words made Atalanta's delicate body full of wild charm There was a sudden tremor.

"Am I a scumbag in your eyes? It's a pity that I'm just fulfilling the wish of the wild cat. Don't you want to have a 'duel' that is 'real swords and guns' and pleasant to the body and mind?"

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Chapter 660 The Prey of Atalanta (seeking a reward)

"A duel..."

Feeling Gilgamesh's gaze that seemed to be licking her whole body, Atalanta couldn't help showing a look of disgust.

However, under the control of Heini, this little wild cat has no ability to resist at all, let alone break away from the strong collar.

"How? Submit or resist? Anyway, no matter what you do, I can get enough pleasure - of course, from your soft but firm body." Gilgamesh said gently She smiled, but Atalanta couldn't help but hold the bow of the sky because of those ghostly words.

Atalanta would have shot some big holes in Gilgamesh if she could, but the reality is that Gilgamesh has shot a lot in her holes...

"Tsk, disgusting man." With sarcasm in his words, Atalanta lowered her head and stopped looking at his burning gaze, allowing Gilgamesh to examine her tight, wheat-colored skin.

"Is it disgusting? That's not what you said when you meowed last night." Gilgamesh leaned over lightly, resting his head on Atalanta's fragrant shoulder, warm breath invaded On the girl's pink neck, the wheat-colored skin also showed obvious blushing.

"Hmph!" The cat-eared huntress pushed Gilgamesh out with all her strength, and then said viciously. "Isn't that because you used the power of the black mud? How can you be so vile if you wantonly bully other epic heroes."

"Unfortunately, this is my nature." Gilgamesh said in a flat tone, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth still symbolized his extremely happy heart. "How about it? Let's go to the central park of the Romanian capital tonight to have a pleasant duel with real knives and guns?"

The hero king Gilgamesh himself is an extremely bad guy, but after merging with the spirit body of a certain traveler, he becomes even worse, especially for girls, he never shows mercy.

"Tsk..." Hearing this, Atalanta struggled in her bright eyes, but she still sighed. "I'll talk about this later, I brought you the 'gift' you've been dreaming of."

"Oh? A gift? What is this? Because I gave you too much water last night, so is it the cat's revenge?" Gilgamesh sneered, with obvious malice in his words, and Atalanta also Can't help trembling, obviously thinking of some bad experience.

"No..." She bit her thin lip, with a look of humiliation and struggle on her face, but she still whispered to Gilgamesh. "Come with me, I have hunted a new prey, it should be the type you like."

"A prey? It's really exciting." Gilgamesh showed a playful smile. He looked around the battlefield. The disaster caused by the Holy Grail War has turned the once dense forest into rolling hills. And the scorched earth and cracked scars made this place look no different from the battlefields in the Middle East that had been bombed by air.

In particular, the majestic castle of the Thousand Boundary Tree family has now been reduced to broken ruins, only a few solid load-bearing walls remain. Buried by 'The Hanging Gardens of Vanity'.

Most of the heroic spirits on the red side were killed by Gilgamesh's subordinates, Saber Alcades was killed by Gilgamesh, Lancer Karna was also stabbed to death by the Deviation Sword, Archer Atalanta yesterday The night was still whining under Gilgamesh, the rider Achilles was killed in seconds, the caster Shakespeare was still paddling when he was dying, the assassin Semiramis was missing, and the brain-dead berserker Sparta Max is also discarded as a consumable.

The red side can be said to be annihilated, and the ruler side to which Joan of Arc belongs is also instantly killed, but the black side still remains, but whether it is Avis Bron or King Arthur, or Vlad III and Chiron They have already returned to the Hall of Valor, only the puppet Astolfo survived among the male spirits...

"It's really..." Sighing slightly, Gilgamesh also showed a helpless look. For him, the majestic castle was quite comfortable, but it was destroyed in the war after all.

Undoubtedly, this is war, sacrifice, massacre, and even the most tragic disaster. The main tone of war is gloomy. No matter how much you promote the great cause of heroes, you can't make people ignore the damage caused by war, and those who can never recover. scars.

"Go and see your gift, Atalanta." As he said this, Gilgamesh was slightly lacking in interest. For him, if it wasn't some excellent gift, it would be difficult to mention his nasty one. interest.

"Hmm..." Atalanta responded in a low voice, and then rushed towards the ruins in a hurry.

She quickly jumped among the ruins, because of her super high flexibility, she could ignore the obstacles of most terrains, thus reaching a speed that was almost unimaginable by others.

Gilgamesh, on the other hand, walked on the ground flatly, but every time he took a step, a layer of black shadow shrouded him, and he suddenly appeared tens of meters away as if the ground shrunk into an inch, and he was bigger than Atalan. Intuit's speed is no less.

Ten seconds later, the two of them appeared in a ruin at the same time. It was a half-collapsed room. It seemed to be a magician's magic workshop. With the sunlight penetrating into it, one could even see Those little dust.

"It's here." Looking at the ruin-like building, Atalanta said with a sigh of relief. "The 'prey' is here, please taste it slowly..."

"Don't worry, no matter how delicious the prey you hunt, I will never forget your charming meowing." Gilgamesh teased deliberately, while Atalanta just frowned slightly and did not refute what.

In other words, she knew very well that even refuting Gilgamesh's words was meaningless, and would only usher in worse insults from that man.

"If it's so boring - I'll put some small toys on you, okay?" Seeing Atalanta who didn't respond to him at all, Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, showed a displeased expression. "For example, dancing, clapping, clapping..."

"Please shut up, pervert!" Atalanta said angrily, and then rushed to the distance, not at all as flexible and elegant as before, more like a house chased by wild dogs Cat.

"Hmm... She should have accepted my proposal, right?" Gilgamesh said calmly, looking at the girl who was leaving. "Why don't you try it later, anyway, the black mud can mimic many similar things, but let's take a look at her appetizing 'prey' first."

While talking, Gilgamesh pushed open the half-hidden door, and what appeared in front of him was a white-haired girl exuding a black aura, but not a single inch of hair.

It is called 'Jean of Arc alter', the saint of the evil dragon of France.

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Chapter 660 The three-armed bombardment (seeking a reward)

"Hey, this is really an interesting prey."

Seeing the Black Joan who was surrounded by chains and constantly struggling on the dusty ground, Gilgamesh, revered as the oldest king, smiled lightly.

"I didn't expect Atalanta to be able to do this. It really surprised me—do you want to love her together tonight?"

"Woo! Woo! Woo..."

Joan of Arc, or Leticia, who was once again relied on by the heroic spirit, was struggling continuously, looking at Gilgamesh with a sense of death rather than obedience.

However, her blushing cheeks, her tightly clamped legs, and her plump figure that is always charming are all arousing people's imagination.

Undoubtedly, the black mud that Atalanta poured into Leticia also has some kind of 'thought-provoking' purpose, no different from the 'computer accessories_' of a certain Miss Shirai Kuroko.

It is precisely because of this that although the girl is constantly struggling, her shy look is really not convincing, it is more like a refusal to welcome.

"So... I started?" Gilgamesh chuckled, but there was no response.

Immediately afterwards, in the room that looked like ruins, there was a slight murmur.

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The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke. This is a battlefield, a place full of slaughter. Mutual harm between people will become the norm here, and people are even more accustomed to the wounded and the dead.

Overlooking the land, the Heroic Spirit named Semiramis showed a dejected expression.

It is precisely because the war is so cruel, and it is precisely because she hates endless killing that she helps Amakusa Shiro Tokisada fulfill his wish.

But now, it is clear that Amakusa Shiro's wish has been declared destroyed, and Gilgamesh has won the final victory. Even if she still has more than half of her magic power to squander, she is definitely not the opponent of the King of Heroes.

Holding this self-knowledge, Semiramis slowly landed on the battlefield, waiting for the master to be killed, the magic power gradually exhausted, and to leave this miserable battlefield completely, and return to the Hall of Valor to enjoy the near-eternal Peaceful silence.

It wasn’t that he realized something, but that he gave up completely. Maybe human beings shouldn’t be saved at all——this is what Semiramis was thinking at this moment, until the familiar light came from the ruins on the ground. gradually lit up.

It is a gentle light, a bright light, and a light that heals the scars in everyone's heart.