Chapter 175： The true king of the world, Heroic Spirit

"This is the residence of the city lord."

"Looks like I ran back to the nest, since that's the case..."

The conversations of girls and youths resounded in the night sky.

next moment.

Located in the center of Fuyuki, the roof of the ancient aristocratic mansion roared and broke, and several layers of ceilings and floors were pierced almost instantly, all the way to the second floor of the mansion building.

A gust of wind blew out, blowing away the gravel and dust.

The silver-haired young man hugged the black-haired girl, and forced his way in from the night sky outside, turning the whole building into the open air, and slowly landed in the main hall on the second floor.

"Miscellaneous cultivators, even people have been brought here."

Seeing the two Yimengs who broke in, the blond young man lying on the golden throne landed on his feet, sitting a little more upright, with arrogance and disdain still on his handsome and flawless faces.

"The city lord?"

Tifa opened her beautiful eyes in surprise, watching Dracula, the city lord who is the most extraordinary person in Fuyuki City, still kneeling on the ground, bowing her head to the young man on the golden throne with a very low profile.

That look of fanaticism and awe is like a Christian believer meeting the incarnation of God!

Her eyes fell on Dracula's right hand. After losing the cover of the cuff of the noble robe, a light red circle tattoo on the back of the hand was revealed.

"So that's how it is." Yi Meng looked at Dracula who was kneeling on the ground, and the young man sitting on the golden seat. The two seemed to be positioned as a servant and a master, and the broken golden pupil showed a hint of bewilderment.

Although he deduces that Dracula is a purebred vampire, he still feels in his heart that the personal strength shown by Dracula still has not reached the A-level level beyond the Black Emperor.

Vampires are nothing more than tenacious vitality. Moreover, it is able to fly, and blood-sucking can heal self-injury, even if it is dying, it can be restored to its original state.

In terms of combat ability alone, Bai Yuekui can also kill ten ordinary vampires at will.

Even if Dracula is a pure-blooded vampire, based on the information in the archives, the setting of the other party is not too strong. It may come from the film and television world of [Underworld]. Modern guns and weapons also have a certain effect on vampires.

So with Dracula's settings and ability values, he was able to handle two A-level invasion incidents, and sat firmly in the position of the city lord of Fuyuki City—

Either Dracula has been hiding his own strength, or Dracula is just a cover on the surface, and the real owner and city owner of Fuyuki City is someone else.

Now, Yi Meng understands that it is obviously the latter.

Moreover, the object of Dracula's allegiance, the existence sitting on the golden seat, does have that qualification, and has the strength enough to be rated as A-level!

…

The real master of power in Fuyuki City, the blond young man sitting on the golden throne ignored the kneeling Dracula, and proudly looked at Immon and Tifa: "Who is coming, tell me your name."

"As the owner of this place, you should register yourself first?" Tifa retorted.

"Woman, you don't have the right to talk here." The blond young man said lightly, "I'm talking to your man."

"What, my man...?"

Tifa's exquisite cheeks were flushed, and after being ridiculed by the other party, not only was she not angry, but she showed a happy smile.

"Imeng."

Imeng put Tifa in her arms to the ground, told her to wait behind, and took a step forward.

"Really." The blond young man sat on the golden throne, looked down at Yimeng, and said arrogantly and casually: "Since you came here and defeated the waste agent I chose, let's say you are entitled to hear my name."

"Listen, lowly commoner of this world, my name is Gilgamesh!"

When Gilgamesh said this, the aura of a king continued to rise.

He sat on the throne and waved lightly. The space behind the throne twisted at this moment, as if a small universe opened up, shining with endless golden brilliance!

Gilgamesh whispered arrogantly: "It's over, listen to my name, go to hell!"

The voice just fell.

Every golden flash that shines behind Gilgamesh turns into legendary swords, knives, spears, halberds, etc. in history, like streamers of honor and judgment, instantly penetrating the air and energy in the main hall on the second floor The wind, airtightly shot towards Yimeng who was standing in front of Tifa!

Boom!

Some of the lost swords, like physical missiles, with astonishing power, pierced through the second floor floor and penetrated deep into the bottom of the basement below the first floor!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under countless dazzling golden glitters.

Hundreds of ancient weapons submerged Yimeng and the girl Tifa behind him, just like building a tomb with various weapons directly on the main hall below!

Everything happened between lightning and flint.

In the blink of an eye, Gilgamesh killed the two of them with hundreds of weapons!

Under the throne, the old face of the city lord Dracula showed a cheerful smile that relieved hatred: "It's what you deserve, let them kill so many of my family members!"

He turned his head, looked at Gilgamesh on the throne in awe, and complimented: "As expected of the master, the king of this world!"

But Gilgamesh didn't respond to this, he stared at the front, his handsome face revealed a look of surprise: "No!"

"What's wrong." Dracula was taken aback.

The next moment.

All the weapons around and shooting Yi Meng and the two of them trembled slightly in the air, and some weapons shattered directly, and then bounced back out one after another!

The speed and power of weapon rebound are even stronger than before!

In an instant.

The entire noble mansion was pierced by hundreds of weapons from the inside to the outside, like a huge sieve. Nothing in the main hall was intact, and the floors, walls and pillars were all broken and broken.

Dracula had already dodged quickly enough, but a long spear rebounded by it pierced his chest, which had not fully healed, and his body was nailed to the last wall of the main hall.

Many rebounding weapons were fired at the Golden Throne. Gilgamesh jumped up in a very quick reaction, dodging all the rebounding weapons, and landed to look at the destroyed throne next to him.

His red eyes were full of surprise and anger, and he looked at the center of the main hall again. It could be seen that the young man and the girl were intact, and a mysterious and powerful force field filled the young man named "Yimeng".

"You still have one more chance."

Imon said lightly, and walked towards Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh took a step back subconsciously, then felt ashamed and angry again, took two steps forward again, and said in an unprecedentedly solemn tone: "You are different from everyone else!"

"So?" Yi Meng's face was calm, and she continued to move forward.

He wanted to test his own current strength, as well as the opponent's strength, the level of A-level strength.

"So, you deserve my use of that weapon!"

In Gilgamesh's hand, at some point, a huge golden key appeared, and it was inserted into the void beside him.

Accompanied by the flash of red light covering the entire noble mansion, a golden weapon that looked like a sword but not a sword, a gun and not a gun, was pulled out from the void glowing with golden flashes, and was firmly held in the right palm of Gilgamesh .

The fierce kingly aura on his body swelled steadily, reaching its peak at the moment he held the golden weapon, and his handsome face became more gloomy and ferocious:

"Bet on the throne of the new world, let's really compete!"