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"Damn it!"
That was a cruel roar, tinged with a vicious intent.
Wolfgang, this man, this always gentle and refined fellow, finally dropped his disguise.
On his seemingly intellectual face, like a wise gentleman, there was at this moment incomparable rage, and a surging killing intent like dense dark clouds.
On his body, an incomparably terrifying wound silently described the horror of that previous strike.
From his right shoulder to his left leg, his ribs were snapped in the gigantic and savage wound, and his internal organs were exposed.
If not for the power of the Divine Hunter, and the authority he possessed that covered Osiris, he would probably have died long ago.
However, now, even if such a wound seemed extremely serious, for this Divine Hunter who plagued the world, it was not too much trouble.
Dozens of demonesses, disregarding their own limits, unleashed healing magic.
Those were all corpses dominated by the authority of Osiris, the God of the Underworld.
Except for lacking the stench of rotting corpses, they were not different from ordinary corpses.
"Truly, how long has it been since such a wound appeared?"
After a moment, seeing the severe wounds on his body gradually recover and fresh blood no longer gushing out, Wolfgang couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.
Indeed, it was very disgraceful. Whether it was such an injury or such a failure, it was simply abandoning all pretense.
But, even so, even if it was so shameful, it made him stir up that inner hunting desire once again.
Only such a brush with death, only such a hot-blooded battle, could make him, this fellow known as Wolfgang Hou, feel the joy of being a Divine Hunter.
However, even if this guy awakened his hot blood, such an offense was absolutely not allowed. Therefore, the corner of Wolfgang Hou's mouth slightly curled up, and a smile of extreme viciousness appeared on his face.
"Gilgamesh, I've remembered this favor!"
His gritted words twisted on his aged face, which was overflowing with a smile.
That was fighting spirit, killing intent, and something unspeakable, an intention filled with dangerous aura.
And at this moment, unlike Wolfgang Hou, who was almost killed, the oldest king probably wouldn't have any good intentions either.
That was a hotel located in the suburbs of Tokyo. Although it was in the suburbs, even at dawn, it was still bustling with activity.
And at this moment, within this building, regardless of whether they were service staff, managers, or customers, they all left one after another.
What remained were big men with muscular builds, women dressed as receptionists, old people with sturdy physiques, and even a few seemingly delicate youths.
However, among these unrelated individuals, these four or five hundred people, all possessed a terrifying aura.
That was the aura of slaughter, the will of fearlessness. It was the ultimate in desolation, a feeling as if they had already stepped into the human world.
An invisible aura emanated from their bodies, invading this world. And all who saw them would feel that extraordinary transcendence.
That was a life that should absolutely not exist in the human world, an existence called a Heroic Spirit.
And at this moment, at the very top of this building, which couldn't be considered tall.
A crimson carpet covered every corner. On the yellow-brown wallpaper, there were faint traces of ancient simplicity. Exquisite artworks were casually placed.
That was the most luxurious place in this hotel, but for Gilgamesh, who had already completely bought this hotel, it held no meaning whatsoever.
But, at this moment, this king felt boundless rage.
Originally, he was just tasting the red wine that had just been transported to his cup, feeling the warm Italian aura, looking down at the bustling human world from the dozens of floors high window.
Of course, at the same time, he was also stroking the tender face of his young daughter in his arms.
However, next, a faint glow surrounded his body, appearing to face the king and willingly submit.
Gilgamesh couldn't help but let out a cold snort, loosening Athena, from whose eyes a tear had already overflowed, slowly opening his hand.
As the light receded, a pure white gem, emitting a soft glow, condensed in his hand.
That was the absolute unique spirit core belonging to a Heroic Spirit, and also the core of all Heroic Spirits.
Without hesitation, Gilgamesh did not wait for this Heroic Spirit to revive, and directly began to communicate with it.
After a moment, listening to that Heroic Spirit's plea, Gilgamesh couldn't help but slightly narrow his crimson eyes.
His heaven-shattering killing intent surged in his crimson eyes. It was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, carrying dense arrogance, an unparalleled killing intent.
"Wolfgang, what!"
Gilgamesh calmly recited that name, the corner of his mouth slightly curved, revealing an extremely vicious smile.
"Truly, no matter what kind of bastard, they all have the courage to just raise their claws."
Such unreasonable words were uttered from his mouth. At the same time, a terrifying aura erupted.
At least, in his arms, Athena felt a bone-chilling cold.
"No matter what, no matter the reason, to lay hands on this king's subordinate is a crime punishable by death!"
He said indifferently, and his invisible words brutally slammed onto everyone present.
Those knights guarding the king, and even the Heroic Spirits who had just been revived and whose figures were still slightly illusory, all lowered their heads involuntarily.
Only that little girl did not.
"Such a bastard, his life, this king will take it personally!"
Such words, spoken from his mouth, then Gilgamesh looked at those loyal Heroic Knights without hesitation.
"Now, prepare the plane to Balgard. This king will embark on a distant expedition to that damned land, and flatten that damned bastard!"
That was undisguised rage. At this moment, whether it was the Heroic Spirits or even Athena, they all felt as if they were small boats in a violent storm.
"Please calm your wrath, King!"
The knights all knelt without hesitation, their faces showing an indescribable resolve.
"What, do you still wish to appease this king's wrath like this?"
Gilgamesh hummed lightly, his face filled with endless rage.
Indeed, no matter the circumstances, Wolfgang killing his subordinate was absolutely real. Therefore, as a king, he must make the other party pay a huge price!
But, at this moment, Athena gently tugged on his clothes.
"Won't he still set foot on the distant eastern island? Wouldn't it be more suitable to duel him then?"
Such words, spoken softly from her mouth, without a hint of pity for the island nation's people.
"My humble self is still looking forward to such an epic battle!"