Zongman: Heroic Spirit Master

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The ceiling, or perhaps the walls, or any surface touched by Medusa's Petrification ability, was lightly trembling.

Then, that incredibly giant snake, a snake born of divine power, reappeared. Seeing this scene, Gilgamesh lightly curled his lips.

"So that's how it is. The 'Earth' and 'Snake,' a fusion of two powers?" At this moment, his crimson double pupils slightly opened.

Although it was just a creation of stone, it was undeniably constructed by divine power. To shatter it, merely relying on the projection of a treasure was far from enough.

So, Gilgamesh lightly tapped the Gorgon that had turned into stone, slightly frowning. Then, with terrifying force, the stone Gorgon was easily torn apart.

Gilgamesh passed through the ceiling that had turned into a giant snake and then descended towards the distant building. However, what followed was not an extreme attack.

Medusa seemed oblivious to Gilgamesh's departure and did not seize this moment to attack. Instead, she slightly raised her slender arm and then gently waved it around.

What followed were rumbling sounds of stone pulverization and friction.

Those were giant snakes, even more exaggerated than the first one. Dozens of meters, nearly a hundred meters long, some even several meters thick, stood there, raising their incomparably terrifying snake heads. Perhaps calling them snakes was no longer entirely accurate.

They were creations of divine power, absolutely not ordinary demons.

No matter how severe the injury, as long as it wasn't instantly destroyed, it could easily recover. However, the defensive power of those giant snakes was probably already comparable to that incredibly hard golden stone. But what meaning did that hold?

Looking at the five incomparably terrifying giant snakes writhing, the corners of Gilgamesh's mouth slightly curved upward, revealing a somewhat relaxed smile. Indeed, they were too powerful. Even a god-slayer like Donnie would find it impossible to deal with them.

However, such an opponent was too insignificant for Gilgamesh. To kill them, there were simply too many methods to count. So, Gilgamesh lightly waved his hand.

A giant golden vortex slowly unfurled from the empty space that previously held nothing. Then, a huge, eye-catching great bow slowly emerged from within.

Gilgamesh fiercely gripped the golden bow, then held it horizontally with force. That bow was so large it was somewhat exaggerated, or rather, used by a giant, and it would definitely not backfire. That was Hergrease, or rather, the treasure used by Heracles. It was originally "Stream, Nine Lives," which could be displayed in the form of a bow and arrow, or transformed into a giant axe or even a shield.

It was merely capable of simultaneously killing nine targets. This alone turned it into a legend. Just this treasure.

And at this moment, it condensed in the form of a bow and arrow, unleashed by Gilgamesh. It could serve as an axe, then perform nine consecutive extremely fast strikes, tearing apart nine targets.

It could also serve as a giant bow, simultaneously spewing out nine massive white light arrows that would pulverize the heads of the Hydra.

Then, Gilgamesh lightly pulled the extremely thin bowstring that seemed to be non-existent.

One after another, pure white, dazzling light arrows carrying unparalleled might slowly appeared. Gilgamesh aimed those light arrows at each of the terrifying giant snakes.

Immediately, he uttered the true name of that treasure.

"Nine Lives!"

Then, nine giant light arrows spewed forth from it.

One after another, white light arrows briefly illuminated the pitch-black night sky, then ruthlessly struck each of the giant snakes. What followed was collapse, turning into dust.

Not a single trace of hesitation, not even an instant of resistance was possible. Even with the amplification of divine power, making them as solid as adamantine, compared to Hydra's heads, there was still a considerable difference.

Therefore, without a doubt, each of the giant snakes instantly turned into fragments of stone. "It's truly a bit unreasonably strong, isn't it?"

Even knowing the treasure's power beforehand, seeing it with his own eyes brought a different kind of shock. On the ravines created by the light arrows, faint, dark red lines, born from the high temperature, twisted the surrounding air.

With just one strike, it easily tore apart the giant snakes that were enough to contend with an entire island nation.

Seeing this power, Medusa couldn't help but swallow.

"Is that all, Medusa? If you don't display your full power, you won't even qualify to be this King's pet anymore!"

The King said this lightly, his tone filled with boundless arrogance and disdain.

Upon hearing this, a hint of determination flashed in Medusa's eyes.

She lightly raised her fair, slender arm, like a finely carved white jade. Then, the girl lightly gripped a pitch-black sickle, and it slowly materialized in her hand.

"...Indeed, no matter what, I cannot be underestimated by you, Gilgamesh." She said faintly. Her originally slightly hesitant beautiful eyes now truly contained a hint of determination.

Undoubtedly, this silver-haired goddess, like the silver moonlight that surged forth, was now planning to go all out.

Immediately, she lightly swung the black sickle.

A pitch-black fissure, nearly a hundred meters long, was torn open by her, and then fiercely slashed towards Gilgamesh.

However, the King was completely unconcerned. He slightly curved his finger, quickly placed it on the bowstring, and then lightly pulled it.

This action was done in one breath, and then he aimed the giant bow at the approaching black fissure.

Immediately, lightly and casually, he released the slender bowstring.

The stream of light once again spewed forth. This time, the target was only one, just the pitch-black fissure that seemed to tear through space.

Then, without any reason, like melting snow and ice, the light arrow directly shattered the fissure.

Next, the light arrow, still carrying immense power, ruthlessly struck a large building, then easily split it in two, completely breaking it.

Then, a light arrow, still half a meter thick, struck the street. In an instant, with an explosion, a huge pit several meters wide appeared.

Such power, indeed, was somewhat unreasonable, as Medusa said.

However, at this moment, Medusa, who never defied him, also rose and rushed to Gilgamesh's side.

Then, the pitch-black sickle, like the color of night, was swung down without hesitation!