The conquering king, while heroic, was not stupid. When you have just unleashed your inner charm and magical emptiness, it is not a good idea to embrace other souls. Whichever master of the shooter or spearman fails, it will be in their own best interest.

After all, there is only one Holy Grail.

As he approached the carriage, he turned to look at Alice Field, who was sitting on the ground.

"Hitchhiker, ma'am?" Yes, there is. If it stays any longer, it's going to die. Ryder scratched his head and held out a large hand to the white-haired man.

"It's time to leave."

Alice woke up from her sleep with a change in her expression.

"I have to go to her...... Reduction of iron ......"

She whispered, ignoring the nervous Wang Mu, Gilgamesh, and Ryder, who all wanted to be friendly. Straight and weak towards the interior of the castle.

"Ping, no."

The rider shrugged his shoulders and turned to get into the ox cart. He flew into the sky on the Kamui Wheel.

Since Wang Mu's territory was not "restricted", the conquering king was not stopped, so he flew out of this foreign land and returned to his base camp.

In the end, only Gilgamesh and Wang Mu remained at the scene.

No, there were spearmen and berserkers on the rooftops, still in the shadows, watching the battle, ready to go.

"Irrelevant people are out, bastard. Do you have a last word?"

"Alright, I still think you should hurry back to the throne." Wang Mu said unconsciously. "After all, being loyal to someone like you is too much pressure on Earth."

"You dare, bastard."

Gilgamesh raised his sword high, and the three pillars began to rotate in opposite directions, emitting a magical red light.

This is how the treasure reacts when it enters storage mode.

"Wake up!!"

Zoom me? Too contemptuous.

Wang Mu sneered, stretched out his tentacles, and swept over.

Since the body is transformed by the power of the gods, the genetic artifact will show the power of the body as "0". However, this does not mean that Wang Mu is a weak mage. The tentacles he creates have strong physical powers.

The tremendous force that destroyed the flower bed in the center of the courtyard, along with the fragments, rushed violently towards Gilgamesh, forcing him to abandon his use.

"Damn..."

Gilgamesh crossed the attack with two small jumps, but his own liberation was undoubtedly interrupted.

Just as he was about to release the king's treasure again, black smoke rose from a nearby wall in order to suppress it from a distance.

The arrival of the Berserker.

Unlike his usual posture, the black mist that enveloped his body began to swirl and contract. In the pouring mist, the inky armor was revealed.

Neither ornate nor vulgar, but can be a perfect combination of functional beauty and ornate armor.

The craftsman did everything in his power to cast it in a subtle way that made it both powerful and refined. Even the numerous scars on it became its outstanding military achievement, adding a brave style to its sculptures.

He held in his hands the evidence of his unspoiled lake.

An elven seal forged by inhuman hands. The sharp blade of the knife glistened in the moonlight, like a lake. It is an infinite sword that can never be destroyed by any blow.

Now Lancelot, with the support of the Wild Goose Night spell, has launched a challenge to Gilgamesh with all his might.

"What!?"

There's no reason why Gilgamesh shouldn't pay attention to this apparent wave of magic, and when he turns his head, the rampaging wizard chops him down in mid-air like a madman.

Faced with such an attack, Archer had no choice but to raise his sword diagonally above his head.

"Ahh

The Black Knight roared wildly and gave all his power to King Kim. Muscle strength up to the level is naturally suppressed by Gilgamesh.

"Bastard, you mad dog......"

With the support of a gnashing of teeth, Gilgamesh, his greatest reliance is nothing more than his valuable long-range ability, and my martial arts or melee combat or other are only normal to a degree, and they are not at all comparable to Lancelot, who has been rolling on the battlefield for many years.

"I never said I was going to deal with you alone, Lord Gilgamesh."

Wang Mu said sarcastically, stretching out his tentacles to support his white mask.

"I'm human after all, so don't be too me. You don't mind such a small size, right? Lancer, go with the furious attack!"

"Understood!

Wang Mu gave the order, and the soldiers fell from the roof to the ground in a few moments.

Knowing that this is not the time for chivalry, siege is a necessary strategy in the face of a powerful enemy. Knights are weapons on the battlefield, and war can never be noble.

He turned his spear and attacked Gilgamesh from the flank.

Gilgamesh is also feeling the pressure from two excellent close-quarters.

"Start running!"

At Archer's beckoning, silver chains with spear tips emerged from the king's treasure, blocking the spearmen's spears and wrapping the rest of his body.

Gilgamesh took advantage of the gap and knocked the berserker back into place.

"You can't be too bad to Ben, you bastards."

He looked angrily at Lancelot and Di Romudo.

"Die with this honor!"!"

This space is like a golden glow on the surface of the water. Hundreds of treasures stand out. Not inferior items of the past, each of them has a familiar lore and an aura to match.

"Don't forget me, Your Majesty......"

Wang Mu chanted a vague incantation, as if calling for some evil creature in the starry sky.

Then he finished speaking out loud.

"Telephone. Macrophage worms (been)!"

With the voice of the Queen Mother, the ground of the castle began to shake.

As if something was moving underground, and with a sense of foreboding, the perceptive Lancelot swooped into the air, and Dirumudo, unable to move freely due to the restraints of his chains, bent down to minimize the damage.

His instincts proved right.

The ground cracked under pressure, and a large white figure emerged from the ground.

This is what a worm looks like.

No eyes, no ears, just a huge mouth of slime, full of fangs, chewing hard basalt. Its massive body, tens of meters in size, obscured the bright moonlight, casting Gilgamesh into shadow, emitting the scent of a man trembling with fear, who was climbing the food chain.

Of course, Gilgamesh was not shocked by this tone, but waved his hand indifferently.

Countless arrows flew towards the macrophage worm, inflicting wounds, flames, frost, death, curses, and ...... The effect of the treasure is perfectly played, and the insect will hurt and let out a roar.

"Well, Your Majesty, as irrational as he is, this guy is an independent and superior person.

In the face of Gilgamesh's attack, Wang Muhun was reluctant to say more.

It turned out that the king was right. The missile that hit the worm is just a "wound". Even Gilgamesh understands that such an attack will not kill the alien in front of him.