"Hey, take this. As a seeker of truth judged by , it’s unsightly to be this shabby... Don’t let others mistake my taste as being so low."
Gilgash tossed the sword in his hand.
Not shooting it out using the Gate of Babylon.
But throwing the treasure as if handing sothing over.
"Ah, but I’m your enemy, you know? Is this really okay! Seeing such a treasure, I can’t control this surging feeling! If possible, I want to wield this treasure on the battlefield!"
Richard stroked the sword with great excitent.
Gilgash waved his hand dismissively and said, "As an enemy, you’re far from being a match for . At best, you’re just a fly that can dance around in front of . So, since you’re going to dance anyway, why not dance a little better for ?
Besides, I’m not as stingy as Moran, not even having a weapon to pass down to future generations."
Gilgash’s lips curled up slightly.
It seed that only the last sentence was what he really wanted to say.
Richard was recognized by him as Moran’s junior.
So, in a way, he is also his junior.
Gilgash was already overjoyed by Richard’s praise, and now seeing that Richard didn’t even have a decent weapon.
The first thing he thought of was that Moran wasn’t generous enough.
Coincidentally, Richard was quite to his liking, and Gilgash didn’t mind poaching and dissing Moran.
Because doesn’t this prove that he is more generous than Moran?
More considerate of future generations than that bastard brother?
Thinking of this, Gilgash felt very happy, feeling like he had won against Moran by a lot.
In fact, due to Richard’s Noble Phantasm characteristics.
He doesn’t really need weapons.
Anything in his hands can beco a holy sword, and Noble Phantasms don’t have much effect in his hands.
A holy sword is no different from a wooden stick in his hands.
"Don’t underestimate this sword, it’s the prototype of the holy sword you love, the Sword in the Tree, and also the legendary Sword of Victory. I told you, there are no ordinary items in my treasury."
"Hero King! Gilgash!
As expected! You are really extraordinarily handso!"
Richard’s eyes shone, showing admiration.
Like getting a figure he had been pursuing, his gratitude to Gilgash was endless.
"Ha, don’t repeat your praise, it makes it seem too cheap. But one thing is one thing, I understand your feelings. Just repeat your praise in places where Moran is! I’d like to see what kind of interesting expression that guy will make."
Gilgash grinned so wide that his mouth almost split open.
He was just like children competing to be better than each other.
Even now, Gilgash still likes to be one step ahead of Moran in everything, even in the matter of treating future generations.
On the other side, Richard was imrsed in the joy of obtaining the holy sword.
The two who were constantly fighting each other.
At this mont, they were chatting like close friends.
But one thing is one thing, the fierce battle between these two still has to continue.
Although Gilgash bestowed a Noble Phantasm.
However, this does not an that his trial has co to an end, on the contrary.
It is precisely because he bestowed a Noble Phantasm.
Therefore, he must give more serious training.
How can he live up to the importance he has given if he doesn’t let Richard unleash his full glory?
Central Hospital, main road.
The police didn’t know what was happening.
That unstoppable Alcides, like a god of slaughter, was now standing there like a statue.
Motionless, as if dead.
They could still clearly sense the aura emanating from him, which ant that he had not really lost his life, at least.
"Gulp..."
Police officer John swallowed.
He raised the prosthetic limb of his right arm.
Previously, in order to continue fighting.
Chief Orlando sent him and several other police officers to Dumas for further training.
He now wants to prove that he can still fight.
Still able to protect Snowfield City with these hands.
But just as John was about to take a step forward, another sweet voice stopped him.
"If you don’t want to die, it’s best not to go over there. Even I can’t guarantee that he’s definitely imrsed in a dream."
"—Who!?"
John felt a chill down his spine.
Like the feeling he had when he first t Moran at the police station, the sa feeling of being crushed to the ground.
Turning his head, he found a girl who looked like she was twelve years old.
Flowing pink hair, glamorous and charming attire, as enchanting and delicate as a swallowtail butterfly.
She was an enchanting girl like a fairy.
John swallowed subconsciously when he saw her, and then felt a biological instinct of horror.
Although the other party had unparalleled crazy charm.
However, John felt like she was a beautiful tarantula, and he was already in her web.
"Hehe, don’t worry, I won’t eat you.
I’m here to help you this ti, you should say thank you, right?"
Noel rolled her eyes at the police officers.
She really didn’t understand why Moran cared so much about them.
If it wasn’t because Moran said to lend a hand, she wouldn’t have co here at all.
Forced by the pressure on the field.
No one could respond to Noel’s words.
"Just to be cautious, you should stay away for now. Well, I’ll use this thod to test it out."
Noel was outwardly complacent.
But in fact, she also maintained the most basic caution.
Moran taught her the most was not to court death.
Dong, dong, dong...
Noel gently shook the purple spear with bells hanging on it in her hand, spreading the special rhythm of the chis.
The chi is also the ability of the Bell of Hocoming.
It not only has the ability to confuse people’s minds and attack, but can also be used for reconnaissance and perception.
"The breathing is very slow and weak, the posture is full of flaws, that pain... It seems that he is indeed imrsed in the dream I provided, I really don’t know what kind of dream it is, that can make the great hero who has endured the poison of the Hydra suffer like this."
Noel showed a relieved expression.
At this mont, she thanked Moran for loving her.
For this precious love and importance.
Even if she had to face the great hero who had transford into an Avenger, she would not have the slightest fear.
"Next, it’s ti for a pleasant slaughter~!"
A sadistic smile appeared on Noel’s face.
She pointed the purple spear in her hand at Alcides, ready to enter the next stage of battle.
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