It is a sharp sword with blood-red patterns.
—The Surian Epic of Creation (Conceptual Manifestation) (Mythical Armant) (Embodint of sopotamian Legend)!
Boom!
But just as Gilgash grasped the hilt of the sword, Duncan’s figure had already appeared before him. The Sword of Oath and Victory cleaved down with invincible power, forcing Gilgash, who had just manifested the Surian legend into a weapon, to be pressed onto one knee before him.
This humiliating scene made his pupils widen, and an expression of incredulous shock appeared on his originally defiant face!
"Gilgash, is it?"
Duncan finally spoke slowly. With one hand, he forced the kneeling Gilgash before him, showing a sowhat playful expression, his voice indifferent: "What an arrogantly ignorant and presumptuous king!"
This evaluation almost drove the Gilgash before him to madness; he tried to break free with a reverse grip, but Duncan rcilessly swung the sword down again.
It wasn’t a cut, but a smash.
Boom!
The ground beneath him split with cracks stretching for thousands of ters. The Gilgash who had just tried to break free and resist was once again smashed into the ground, half his body sinking into the mud. The conceptual armant condensed by the Surian Epic of Creation also got smashed by Duncan into its protoform—not as a sword, but as a shape resembling a sword ford by a hilt and a scroll, resembling a spiral sword wrapped in a scroll.
This is its true form.
"As an ancient heroic king sung by tales."
"First, you were not the founding monarch of the Uruk Kingdom; second, you did not unify the sopotamian two rivers region; third, you have no remarkable achievents worthy of praise!"
"With just a smidgen of demigod blood in you, you dare to be so arrogantly pompous?"
Duncan swung his sword again, and the Sword of Oath and Victory struck like a greatsword, blasting the Gilgash before him several hundred ters away, his body rolling on the ground, dragging out a trench nearly a hundred ters long.
Before he could once again condense the ’Surian Epic of Creation’ into a mythical armant, Duncan’s figure descended once more, delivering a similar heavy blow that shattered the conceptual armant’s shell.
"The realm you rule is nothing but a small city-state kingdom."
"As a king, your achievents are like the light of a firefly, incapable of protecting your people’s legacy or ensuring the continuation of sopotamian myths!"
"What audacity do you have to maintain such an arrogant posture?"
Every word from Duncan’s mouth pierced through Gilgash’s heart like a sharp sword, his expression twisted to madness, but no matter how he struggled, he was utterly suppressed by Duncan’s ’King of Kings’ domain.
Duncan swung a sword, utilizing the blade, and directly smacked Gilgash’s figure, causing half his face to swell up.
"A vanquished people, a destroyed pantheon."
"Only you remain, a single shoot!"
"Pathetic."
"Pitiful!"
As Gilgash attempted to once again condense the Surian Epic of Creation, Duncan’s hand directly gripped his wrist, and with a cracking sound, nearly shattered his bones, causing that mythical conceptual armant to fall into Duncan’s hand.
"Is this the accursed thing that gives you such arrogant confidence?"
Duncan reached out to grasp the concentrated conceptual mythical armant. It was a sword, but in his hands, it couldn’t maintain form, instead transforming into a scroll-like epic resembling a longsword. It is the Surian Epic of Creation, the last remnant after a pantheon’s extinction.
The winds howled.
Duncan’s wrist flicked, and the manifested mythical armant emitted a screeching wail, with remnants of divine spirits and the souls of gods all gathering and appearing on the surface of the epic scroll.
So of the remains of these spirits had even contorted into the shapes of demon gods.
At this mont, Gilgash’s expression was filled with terror beyond belief, unable to comprehend why the sopotamian creation myth, the relics of an entire pantheon, could be suppressed single-handedly by Duncan.
"Is it so strange?"
Duncan swung the sopotamian Epic of Creation like a club, causing Gilgash to spin 360 degrees.
"I am the Conqueror of sopotamia!"
"King of Kings!"
Duncan tossed the ’Surian Epic of Creation’ back; this cursed thing was unusable to him, a treasure exclusive to Gilgash. As the only remnant of the Surian mythology, with the entire pantheon’s foundations in reality severed, the last remnant of the Surian pantheon had transford into the treasure in Gilgash’s hand.
This thing surpasses conventional divine artifacts.
The blood-colored skull mark on his body was the sa as when he encountered the Crow Queen—Triss.
"This...impossible..."
Covered in blood, Gilgash had lost all semblance of initial arrogance, gazing at ’Surian Epic of Creation’ that Duncan tossed aside, his expression twisted to the point of madness.
Duncan expressionlessly placed the Sword of Oath and Victory against his neck, speaking slowly: "What is impossible?"
"The power of an Immortal Heroic Spirit partly stems from achievents, adulation, ancient tis, and also partly from one’s own strength!"
"Apart from your demigod lineage and an older era of activity."
"What accomplishnts do you have that could possibly compare to mine?"
Finally, a trace of regal arrogance appeared on Duncan’s face. He disdainfully looked at Gilgash, his expression indifferent: "I single-handedly established a vast empire spanning Europe, Asia, and Africa!"
"I, through sheer force of will, upheld the world’s ceiling, delaying the ebbing of myth for centuries!"
"I altered the world’s fate, revived polytheism, forcibly suppressed the rise of monotheism, and postponed the advent of the Dark Ages!"
"With the authority of a king, I reshaped the empire, reford education, reford justice, reford religion, leading the tis forward, and enacted the first truly aningful imperial code!"
Each of Duncan’s statents was like a heavy blow, leaving Gilgash speechless.
"I safeguard the faith of Avalon!"
"I reshaped the Celtic pantheon!"
"I revived the ancient Greek pantheon! The fires of Olympus rekindled!"
"I subdued an entire era!"
Duncan looked down at Gilgash as if watching a richly clad clown, saying softly: "How arrogant must one be to dare to call a wretch?"
"As a monarch."
"You dare to disdain the one and only person in history to be recognized as the King of Kings!"
Don’t ntion a re Gilgash, even if the gods of the Surian pantheon stood before him, they would not dare to be so arrogant!
When he took a seat in the Heroic Spirit Hall of Asgard, even Odin had to take notice and acknowledge!
If Duncan wished, he could beco one of the main gods of the Norse pantheon anyti! If he was willing to pay any price, he could even destroy monotheism, directly initiating the ’War of Heaven’ in the real world!
A remnant of a fallen pantheon, daring to bark wildly!
Were it not for a pantheon’s last remnant, the Surian Epic of Creation, the Gilgash before him wouldn’t even withstand a single frontal strike from Duncan.
The na of the Godslayer!
Was consecrated with the heads of divine spirits.
Duncan’s gaze was icy, as if looking at a wretched creature.
"Arrogance! Ignorance!"
"You don’t even condescend to call Your Majesty!..."
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