Tribute to the Demon King

Enkidu looked at Zhou Yi with fear.

That unremarkable, small black-haired toddler...the humanoid weapon that claimed to be able to kill his mother.Something like a "sheath" that seals something.

Also made of clay, Enkidu can even clearly feel that "that" in Zhou Yi's body is still not released.Rather, it was like stretching out a hand from the sleeping bag, grabbing a handful of fried peanuts from the outside and then retracting it.

...The thing that is sealed inside may not be any kind of weapon.Rather, it is a beast capable of killing gods.

Today's Enkidu can no longer take care of those dead monsters, he has already raised enough vigilance against Zhou Yi.

Rather, he didn't feel the pain of those instant melting monsters at all.

Enkidu even felt... They expressed incomparable joy and joy at their own melting?

Hell, so what?

"Ah……"

Devouring hundreds of thousands of "Eleven Sons of Tiamat" in an instant, Zhou Yi's right eye also instantly turned into a vertical pupil soaked in dark red blood and faint yellow, while his left eye completely melted. For the swirls of silver-gray.

He panted in a low voice, and there was a ho-ho grunt from the depths of his throat, and an unconcealable ominous aura seeped out of his body.Although his body didn't change much, his shadow stretched and swelled on its own, becoming distorted visible to the naked eye.

Such changes lasted for about three or four seconds, and finally Zhou Yi slowly returned to normal.

"A little... a little bit panicked."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "Let's do some exercise to eliminate food, Enkidu."

As he spoke, he waved his hand towards Enkidu who had recovered his human body.

The countless crimson magic spears floating in front of Zhou Yi shook their heads and turned back like living creatures, pointing the tip of the spears at Enkidu, the creator who pulled them out of the earth and endowed them with magic power.

Then, without any warning, the crimson demonic guns that were swimming in the air like a school of fish fired at Enkidu like a torrential rain.

"……hateful."

Enkidu gritted his teeth and leaped backwards. When he landed, he half-kneeled on the ground, his right hand turned into a giant hammer and crushed the ground.

The ground covered by the crimson halo shook violently, and a gap was forcibly shaved off by the magic power of the Age of Gods.

At the edge of the gap, the rock rumbled and swelled, and a huge shield more than [-] meters high and nearly ten meters thick rose up.

The size difference between the shield and Enkidu is so great that the scene is full of abnormal impact.

But that shield only temporarily blocked Zhou Yi's red magic spear.

If the field of vision is too high, you can see how long the attack of the group of magic guns that bombarded the stone shield like a rainstorm and like long needles is long.The attacks that shoot Enkidu from all directions are all returned in one direction, and both the density and the endurance are more than a few times as simple.

However, the rock shield made by Enkidu only persisted for less than two seconds before it began to visibly collapse and crack.

——However, for Enkidu, a delay of two seconds is enough.

"If it's a performance competition... I will never lose."

Enkidu gritted his teeth, the body below the abdomen suddenly melted, piercing into the ground like a sword blade, spreading deeper and deeper.

And the land around him was gradually freed from the shackles of the red halo, and countless dim yellow fine sands turned into long swords and spears, facing the torrent of magic spears fired by Zhou Yi head-on.

It was the bombardment of thousands of soldiers.A sonata resounding in heaven and earth.

The bombardment that reached the limit even tore apart the space.The world around them groaned and collapsed inward, hundreds of slits appearing and disappearing in an instant.

The dissipated energy alone is enough to whip up hurricanes and cause earthquakes.

"Throwing weapons almost infinitely... This way of fighting is somewhat similar to Gilgamesh."

Mei Lin, who was behind Zhou Yi with a sense of peace of mind, was amazed: "Should I say that he is indeed his best friend? Even if it is a pirated version, it is almost the same."

"Of course, right? Creating endless weapons and firing them without hesitation is the best solution my body can give based on 'combat'."

As Enkidu fought back, he said as a matter of course: "It's better to say, that guy is imitating me..."

"Yo ho, this is really a rare event. Could it be that this king remembered it wrong?"

A gentle voice resounded: "I remember, at that time, that guy called this bold new strategy that I came up with in my mind a 'extreme waste'."

"Yo Jill."

Zhou Yi smiled and greeted Gilgamesh who appeared from the sky.

Gilgamesh glanced at Enkidu, and said with a light smile, "This king really didn't miss his mark. Follow you, and you will really meet big prey."

"...You, you are—Gilgamesh?"

Fake Enkidu became nervous for some reason, and stammered.

Gilgamesh clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Who else could it be if it wasn't me, idiot. Although it's hard for you to fight Eden, as a calm and calm weapon, why are there so many redundant movements? This is nothing like you, Enkidu."

"...Woo, ah."

Enkidu clutched his chest, showing some pain.

His torrential rain finally came to a standstill.

"No, King Gilgamesh!"

Hei Tonggan also quickly reminded: "That's a guy, not the real Enkidu—"

"Hei Tong!"