The God of Light in the Marvel Universe

"idiot!"

A loud roar spread throughout the entire tower like thunder.

Two days have passed since the station, and Frey has returned to the city of Uruk.

King Gilgamesh sat high on the throne, his red pupils staring at Frey standing at the foot of the steps with anger and ridicule.

"As a prince, if you don't learn how to lead from the side of the general, why do you take risks yourself and act as a soldier with higher combat effectiveness?" King Gilgamesh scolded Frey mercilessly for his reckless behavior.

Frey also knew that what he did was wrong, so he just lowered his head and reflected.

He was indeed very immature in this battle. Not only was he hot-blooded and charged alone, but he also squandered his power without restraint.

He was indeed very strong when he was fully fired up, but his immature body made him wither away in a few minutes. If Carlos hadn't attracted the attention of the monster at the last moment and risked absorbing the magic power beyond his control, he would have struck a blow. The chance of winning or losing.

"My king's soldiers are ordinary people. They may be afraid of Warcraft and death! But they are not afraid of sacrifice for Uruk!" Seeing Frey's somewhat erratic eyes, Gilgamesh amplified his voice again.

"I have as much power as you can have... but I don't lack the immature you!"

As soon as he said this, Frey's long ears that were originally erect softened, and the whole elf was wilted and looked very depressed.

"Asshole! Is this the only way you can show off like that? Will your enemies let you go just because of your pitiful appearance? It turns out that the so-called Elf Prince is just a bastard."

Looking away from Frey, Gilgamesh picked up the stone tablet from the throne.

Although Frey ultimately won, the victory was not what he expected.

"I'm sorry, but I already know my mistake. If there is a next time, I will never be like this." Frey said.

Although he was reprimanded, he did not completely languish.

His pride as an elf prince still exists, and he still retains his confidence in himself.

Her mother said that even she would often encounter setbacks when she grew up, so she hoped that Frey would not be hit by failure.

Anyway, I am still young, and if I make a mistake, I still have a chance to correct it. It doesn't matter if I am scolded like today.

If he was not taken seriously, how could a diligent king like King Gilgamesh find time to scold himself?

Isn't this the same as the teacher who used to call himself over for a scolding if he made a mistake, no matter how busy he was?

But a lesson is a lesson, and the Elf Prince will never make the same mistake!

"Siduri, how are the preparations for the ceremony and materials going?" Gilgamesh, who was reading the clay tablet, asked without looking up.

The assistant officer who was taking notes immediately replied: "It's done, but I still have some questions."

"If it were just the existence of Warcraft, it wouldn't be enough to make Wang Ru face a formidable enemy."

There was a hint of joy on the face of the blond king and he said: "Of course, the mere Warcraft is no match for Uruk, but standing behind the Warcraft is the [Three Goddesses Alliance] that has formed an alliance, which is also the basis for establishing the Warcraft front. Next step!”

"Next step?"

Frey had some questions. He knew almost nothing about Gilgamesh's plan. He only knew that the King of Uruk was busy preparing something all day long, without any time to rest.

"That's right! I plan to summon heroic spirits and let those servants assist me in guarding Uruk and fight against the [Three Goddess Alliance] together. Didn't I just say that I have as many fighting abilities as you? ?You should also come and witness together.”

However, just when Gilgamesh began to feel happy, Siduri, who was familiar with him, discovered a loophole.

"If the heroic spirit is summoned, the king himself has already assumed the magic power of the Uruk barrier, so where does the magic power to support the summoning and maintain the appearance of the heroic spirit come from?"

When Siduli said this, she looked at the sitting Wang with some worry.

However, Gilgamesh had already thought of this.

"Don't worry, I can still afford this magic power. Besides, I have the Holy Grail in my treasury, so it's no problem to bear the magic power summoned by the servants."

After dispelling Siduri's doubts, Gilgamesh ordered to go down and prepare to start the summoning of heroic spirits.

Frey was also allowed to accompany him and witness the existence called [Heroic Spirit] together.

Listening to Siduli's introduction, the summoned heroic spirits are all heroes who can leave their names in human history. Each person's legendary deeds have been sublimated into a 'miraculous' treasure, which is compared to ordinary humans. A strong man with absolute strength.

Frey has always been very interested in such legendary characters. In his palace in Alfheim, a large part of the books on the shelves are biographies of heroes from the Nine Realms.

It sounds like this ritual that can summon legendary figures is also very powerful. Frey is already preparing to quietly open the recording device in the wristband and secretly write it down to try it out for himself.

Following Siduli, with a longing for the legend, Frey came to a ritual room that had been prepared.

In front of the complicated summoning formation, King Gilgamesh crossed his arms, with Siduri and Frey standing on either side behind him.

With the magic power surging all over his body, Gilgamesh spoke proudly.

"I am too lazy to elaborate on those complicated spells. Heroes in human history who are willing to accept my call, please show up here!"

The complex array emits bright light, filling the space.

After a while, the seven figures gradually evolved from illusion to reality amidst the flow of magic power, standing in the slightly empty hall.

"There are only seven people..."

Thinking of the heroic words he had just reprimanded Frey, Gilgamesh was a little dissatisfied with this summons.

Wang frowned slightly, but did not express his dissatisfaction.

Just as the summoning light gradually dissipated, a slightly frivolous and cheerful voice came from nowhere.

"Hey! Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

"Hey, hey, hey... I almost couldn't catch up just now. Fortunately, I ran faster."

The light emitted by the summoning array finally disappeared, and the belated eighth person also appeared in the hall.

The light returned to silence, and the young man in white clothes and white hair who appeared last was holding his staff and panting slightly.

It's just that he looked obviously relieved at this time, and was pretending to wipe the non-existent sweat on his head.

"Huh? I didn't expect that a being like you would respond to my call. It's really surprising."

Seeing the identity of the person at a glance, Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows happily.