My Summons Are All Gods

Pfft!

With a muffled sound, the Sword of Victory pierced through the back of Spicer's body!

With the support of Jerry's divine power, the Sword of Victory easily killed a tier three god-king!

When Polos saw the scene, his legs almost went weak!

Although he had been bickering with Spicer along the way, and he hated Spicer very much...

But Spicer was at least at the tier three god-king realm, yet he was killed in one hit!

This scene shocked Polos tremendously. He originally thought that as a god-king, he could transcend life and death, or at least not die so easily.

But the scene in front of him actually made him deeply feel his own smallness.

The sword slowly pulled out, and the body of Spicer arched its back.

Then, Spicer's body slid off the sword and fell heavily to the ground, making a muffled sound.

The sword still had Spicer's divine blood on it.

Polos looked at the fresh and tender blood. He knew that the thing flowing in his body was of the same level.

In other words, the same fate would befall him as well.

The sword slowly moved over. Poloss could even see his panicked face from the reflection of the sword.

Drip.

A drop of divine blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

It constantly reminded Polos that he was just a mortal.

He was before, but he was now.

The things that happened during the Empire Era, the Endless Tower, were in fact just a dream.

Polos deeply realized that he had only obtained the power of the god king, the authority of the god King.

But in reality, his heart was still as weak as a mortal. Facing death, he was actually scared to tears and knelt on the ground, crazily begging for mercy.

However, the Sword of Victory had killed at least 10,000 enemies. He had seen too many cries, too many pleas for mercy. At this moment, it was completely unmoved.

Moreover, it was also known as the contract sword of victory.

The reason was that it was bound to bring victory to its master. Just like the most sacred contract, it would not stop until it achieved its goal.

The Sword of Victory spun once and ended Polos' life very cleanly.

Then, it rose into the sky and once again checked if there were anymore enemies around it.

"Sword of Victory, can you help me bring back the spoils of war?"

On Jerry's side, he could already feel the death of the enemies.

He remembered that Polos and Spicer had two magic treasures on them.

One was a blue pearl, and the other was a strange charred ship skeleton.

However, Jerry was already too lazy to go and clean up the battlefield by himself. Usually, there were plenty of people doing such things.

However, the Sword of Victory did not respond to Jerry's request.

Instead, it remained suspended in the air, rising and falling slightly.

"Oh? Interesting, it's a sword with principles."

Jerry laughed. After all, the Sword of Victory was such a noble weapon.

It was its belief to bring victory to its master. Naturally, it disdained to clean up the battlefield, which was chores of no technical content.

"But you have to think carefully. I have excellent knife oil here."

Jerry smiled and communicated with the Sword of Victory, using the existence of knife oil to bribe this weapon.

The Sword of Victory was slightly stunned for a moment, and then its undulation became even greater.

It began to dive, disappearing into the Black Forest.

All of this was seen by Bulanda.

Other than surprise, Bulanda no longer had any emotions.

It was really too dreamy. Such a legendary weapon actually submitted to Jerry's hands just like that, and was used by Jerry.

Jerry even ordered such a noble weapon to clean up the battlefield.

One must know that if there was no profit to be made, the slightly more experienced soldiers in the team would not bother to do such a thing. Instead, they would call on the recruits to work.

Just what kind of great monarch was this that would make all the legendary creations work so hard?

Not long after, the Sword of Victory flew back.

On its body, there was a charred ship skeleton, and there was a blue pearl on it.

At this moment, the Sword of Victory seemed to be struggling. As it moved forward, it undulated up and down, as if it was a heavy load on a porter.

Although the Sword of Victory itself was a thick giant sword, it was obviously very difficult for it to carry such a heavy thing forward.

"Good boy."

Jerry gently encouraged it and removed the magic treasure from the Sword of Victory.

Then, the Sword of Victory removed its weight and flew up into the sky. It spun like a spoiled child and asked Jerry for knife oil.

In fact, Jerry had already prepared the so-called knife oil.

It was an instrument from history that he had taken out from the Eternal Flower Register.

It was the knife oil that King Arthur usually used. Jerry thought that the Sword of Victory would definitely like this.

Of course, it would not be so detailed in legend. After all, the readers only wanted to hear how the main character bravely killed the enemy and attracted the hearts of the beautiful women. They would not be so detailed as to know what brand of knife oil the main character used.

However, not having records did not mean that it did not exist. King Arthur must have taken very careful care of this artifact. After all, any weapon could not be without maintenance. Otherwise, it would be oxidized in the air, even something like the Sword of Victory was no exception.

However, before applying the knife oil, the blade still needed to be wiped.

At this time, the Sword of Victory might not have noticed how dirty its body was.

Jerry took the Sword of Victory and took out a piece of cloth, slowly wiping away the blood and mud on it.

"It really feels good to slash someone for a moment, but to wipe away two lines of tears..."

Jerry smiled bitterly. Although he was a god-king, he was definitely not someone who did not work hard. He was very efficient in all kinds of work.

He used a moderate amount of strength to press down on the body of the sword and slowly moved up, wiping away all the blood and dirt.

The biggest enemy of weapons was the ubiquitous water vapor, which would accelerate the rust of weapons.

Therefore, with this in mind, Jerry added a little divine power into his hand to heat it up so as to evaporate the water vapor.

At this moment, to the victory sword, the clean white handkerchief was wiping its body, and the pair of thick hands were very warm. The sword was like having a spa.

As Jerry's handkerchief moved, the places it passed became clean and dry, flashing with the light of a sword.

This time, the Sword of Victory was like a kitten or puppy, making a satisfied purring sound.

Bulanda watched from the side, and his heart skipped a beat.

As when Bulanda was holding the Sword of Victory, he could feel the hostility from the sword, a cold and solemn atmosphere that was like ice.