In less than a second, Gilgamesh had already braced one hand against the ground. "How dare you make this king—how dare you make this king kneel?" At this point, it was no longer enough to describe Gilgamesh as blazing with rage. He was practically insane.
It could be said that he was already almost getting serious.
Yes, he was almost getting serious. Though, more than anything, his excessive anger had caused him to forget certain things, or perhaps he thought they were useless.
In any case, he simply said, "Pierce him, Extreme King."
Once again, something unexpected happened. Although he had been the first to issue a "command," because of the "plan," he had done his best to reduce his presence as much as possible, which had led to this.
At present, everyone on the battlefield was fighting to the death, while only he and... Lin Yun's group had barely made a move.
There was no denying that Vlad III could not be called a benevolent king. But once he saw an opportunity, he would not hesitate to use any means necessary. From a certain perspective, Gilgamesh's existence now felt just like the enemy Romania had once faced.
After all, Gilgamesh kept calling people mongrels. It was truly infuriating.
Especially for a king.
After all, not every king could be compared with King Arthur, the model of knighthood, or Alexander, the bold and forthright one.
It might even be said that, during the Fifth Holy Grail War...
Gilgamesh had been mobbed.
The problem was that they still could not beat him in a group fight...
From a certain perspective, the fact that Gilgamesh could provoke so many people—especially so many who did not hesitate to use ruthless methods—and, most importantly, that he was powerful enough to do so, was the