Chain, the chain of the sky.

For the first time, archer Gilgamesh looked at the berserker bound in front of him with interest. His huge body was completely locked in the air by golden chains. He could not see who was holding the chain, who threw the chain, but only the person locked in the chain.

From Greek mythology, Hercules, son of Zeus, and Hercules.

"The stronger the divine nature, the harder the chains are to break free." Archer Gilgamesh said with a smile, he was still floating in the air, but he looked at berserker's gaze.

"Are you angry? Are you resentful? Look at my face and say it out?"

The king, named Hero, frivolously turned his head and looked at the berserker in front of him with interest.

Never suffered such an insult, anger would make people strong. How could the gods whose power was enough to carry the sky be bound by chains?

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The chain began to moan in pain, and the berserker, who was wrapped in chains, roared angrily, his hands, which were completely bound by the chain, kept pulling to both sides.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Countless tiny wounds, like volcanoes that suddenly erupted, suddenly burst into berserker's body. Blood kept pouring out of the tiny wounds, completely soaking the chains bound berserker.

The power of the great hero is infinite and will never be exhausted.

So archer Gilgamesh laughed even more happily, and heard him slowly raise his hand, looking at the heroic spirit in front of him with some contempt and saying, "Do you want to use your dirty blood to defile my king's treasure?"

The unruly question was only the anger of the warrior. Berserker's eyes widened, and his hands kept pulling the chains on his body, as if there was a sense. The chains began to tighten and tighter, and they were deeply embedded in Beserker's black skin, and replaced the hero with a layer of bloody coat.

Smack...

A drop of blood slid down the chains from the sky, dripping onto the vast earth, dyeing a green grass red.

"It's useless. It's useless. Because the divine nature you contain, you will never be able to break free from my chains. The only thing that greets you is death and death."

The ancient king looked at the hero in front of him indifferently, without any shame in his eyes. He didn't even feel sad. Such a method was really despicable in the duel, but what is the king?

"The only thing that will be shouting and fighting in a fair showdown is the chess piece in my hand. The king is the one who carries all sins, does all good, and destroys everything."

Archer Gilgamesh raised his right hand high and filled the golden treasures of the entire sky. He stood quietly, waiting, and then...

"I am the king, referee... you defeated me in the warrior showdown. Then... angered me. I was sentenced with this..."

Hold your right hand high and wave it!

"death penalty!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of explosions continued to erupt in the air, one sounded tight, and it was thousands of troops charging forward, and the thick subway hooves kept trampling on berserker's chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound continued and began to rush together. A blood mist suddenly burst out from the air. The body of the Twelve Trials began to die for the first time. In the next second, the corpse began to resurrect. The trauma suffered on the body began to recover. The wound had already scabbed and the skin was hard as hard as iron again.

Then. Break again.

Blood burst out like a large firework. A bright color of blood was added to the golden sky.

"roar!!"

berserker was still roaring, like the blood that kept ejaculating from his body, like the punishment that Archer Gilgamesh ignored. As long as there was no death, it would not stop. The flames belonging to the warrior were burning, burning constantly.

Life is so beautiful that it can bloom such beautiful flowers.

Archer Gilgamesh was smiling, as if he was admiring the budding flowers in the royal garden. Under the breeze, he slowly stretched his body, revealing his slender flower heart.

"So ugly, but so beautiful. No matter how many times the warrior's blood is tasted, it will be like a fine wine."

Archer Gilgamesh's eyes emitted light and pointed his finger at berserker's shoulder.

Bang!

Dozens of golden treasures hit the hero's shoulders, breaking from beginning to end.

The fingers start to move.

Bang!

This time it was the hero's legs.

"What a wonderful roar, like the sound of flowers blooming."

Archer Gilgamesh slowly closed his eyes. He could not see the scene in front of him, but he had already seen everything in his mind.

The flowers are blown by the breeze and are shaking gently, and then they are about to bloom. You can see dew falling quietly along the petals.

"Not a good opponent, but a beautiful flower."

Archer Gilgamesh closed his eyes and walked past berserker.

The king came from the sky, and flowers bloomed behind him.

Bang!

With a light sound, Ilia fell to the ground without any sense of despair, watching the bright red blood flowers that suddenly bloomed in the sky, covering the golden light throughout the sky, rendering the sky a red color.

“Berserker!”

The girl started shouting loudly at this moment, and tears fell from her eyes, dripping onto the ground.

Click...

With a light sound, Archer Gilgamesh's golden armor stepped on the ground for the first time. The king raised his chin slightly, and nothing could allow him to look straight in a serious manner. Even looking down was a rare glory.

"Are you ready to die, little girl?"

Standing in front of Ilia, Archer asked calmly.

Pick.

The little girl's tears fell on the ground, and it suddenly started to rain the next second.

Pick... Pick... Pick...

Countless blood fell from the sky, turning into blood, nourishing the boundless earth. Archer Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes slightly, experiencing the rare tranquility around him.

A kind of tranquility in bloody rain.

The king's snow-white cloak began to be stained with blood, and the golden armor began to have scarlet spots. The golden handguard slowly raised and placed it flat in front of Ilia.

"This is a beautiful flower that does not destroy her. It's really uneasy."

archer Gilgamesh's hand suddenly moved forward and took out his heart!

"Bang!"

The air suddenly burst open, and Ilia raised her head in disbelief, but found that there was only a bloody color in her sight. Apart from that, she could see nothing.

The girl blinked hard, trying to see clearly what was in front of her.

Has anyone... come to save themselves?

The girl thought in her heart, and hope couldn't help but surged. A hope that although it was meager, it would not be destroyed.

It should... someone will come to save himself, right? Someone blocked that archer?

Someone must have blocked him! He was saved! It was just berserker... thinking... thinking about it, the little girl's eyes couldn't help but become wet, and water vapor gathered in her eyes little by little, washing the blood that had just filled her vision.

The future should be visible!

The girl couldn't help but tiptoe, trying to see further and more clearly.

Then... she heard laughter. A low laughter, and then slowly magnified. The laughter started as low as a suppressed thunder, and then the lightning in the whole sky burst open. Explosion, explosion, and explosion!

Laugh, a rampant laughter.

"Hahahaha! It can actually hurt me C is amazing!"

This... the girl finally opened her eyes and saw the scene in front of her clearly.

There is no one, no, there is only one person.

A man wearing golden armor standing in front of him.

The person who killed berserker, the person who just laughed wildly, the person who... the person who was like a devil! His face was twisted, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth. This made him laugh even happier.

"It's really... it's amazing!"

Archer Gilgamesh slowly lowered his head, and Ilia saw his abdomen at the first time.

There is a hand there.

He held a piece of golden chain in his hand.

The chain passed through the abdomen of archer Gilgamesh and came to Ilia.

"At the last moment, I dared to break my chains." Archer Gilgamesh laughed. Xiao bent down, then suddenly raised his head and looked straight into Ilia's eyes.

"Do you want to cry? I want to ask why there is no hope? I want to ask why I am so desperate?"

archer Gilgamesh said with a smile.

Ilia opened her mouth, and the voice just came out of her mouth. Suddenly she was already standing up and pulled up a piece of it.

"puff!"
To be continued...