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It was layer upon layer, facet after facet, of shimmering, dazzling golden light, carrying an unparalleled oppressive majesty. Gates of Light forged from gold.
Those ripples of light, like disturbed water, encircled Gilgamesh's body, appearing like his most loyal guards.
There were probably dozens of such Gates of Light. At this moment, no matter when or where they appeared, they were all aimed at that figure in front of the king.
A fellow named Tony, known as the "King of Swords."
Facing such might, he merely held that crude longsword in a leisurely manner.
On that sword, which was merely an arm's length, silver light was currently shimmering. Perhaps compared to the blazing sun suspended high in the sky, it was indeed too faint. However, the silver light on that sword carried an absolutely undeniable sense of drama.
That slightly irregular flickering silver light, attached to the sword, even if seen inadvertently, would involuntarily draw one's attention, and then its sharp silver light would sting one's eyes.
Without a doubt, that flickering silver light carried an absolutely unparalleled sharpness, like the exquisite sharpness of a finely crafted blade.
That was power from an Authority, power seized from the high and mighty gods who reside in the heavens, from the God of Non-Action, who is both a mortal and a sufferer.
At this moment, precisely such power, such unparalleled power, gathered in the hand of that young man.
He was a slightly slender youth, with an incomparably sunny or cheerful smile on his face. His physique was by no means burly, yet he carried a powerful feeling that left no room for doubt.
Even if the smile on his face was so pure, even slightly idiotic, the firm, sharp, and absolutely unyielding will in his eyes was terrifying.
Perhaps, only the word "Swordsman" could completely describe him at this moment. He was a fellow who, like a sharp sword, could erupt with an almost indomitable will merely by grasping a sword.
However, his glory as a swordsman, and that unyielding will, were destined to be cruelly shattered.
"So, who's going first, King of Heroes? Can't you let me have the first strike?"
But, in just a moment, this incomparably solemn atmosphere was completely diluted by Tony's somewhat idiotic words, dissolving into nothingness.
He asked Gilgamesh, who showed a hint of annoyed expression, with a suspicious tone. The expression on his face showed not a single trace of pretense.
However, for a fellow like him, at this moment, that crude longsword was his everything. Swordsmanship was like his very life. Everything else, even the most basic intelligence, was cruelly discarded.
However, this doesn't mean that arrogant king has a hobby of messing around with him.
"Mongrel, are you so eager to die?"
Gilgamesh lightly tilted his head. A hint of annoyance appeared on his face. His originally lazy, half-closed crimson eyes slowly opened at this dramatic moment.
The lazy look in his eyes instantly vanished. His previously reflected mountains of corpses and seas of blood were now replaced by eyes glinting with extreme killing intent.
"Then, the King shall grant you death!"
He spoke with an absolutely undeniable tone, uttering such dangerous words, and the killing intent on his face intensified.
Then, he gently raised his arm, which was clad in golden armor, and swung it fiercely.
As if something had been triggered, the Gates of Babylon undeniably shot forth a torrent of light that could easily pierce through gold and jade.
Those were Noble Phantasms, treasures passed down through human history and legends, the most precious of treasures, possessing unparalleled and extraordinary value.
Just like that, these Noble Phantasms, seemingly like the lowest of arrows, were launched as expendable projectiles.
Such an attack, even against an alloy wall several meters thick, would be easily pierced through, let alone a body that was not even considered very robust to begin with.
So, the golden-haired King of Swords, looking at the incoming Noble Phantasm, couldn't help but squint his sharp eyes, which held a hint of idiocy.
As if slightly (cdec) estimating the distance between the two, he casually raised the longsword in his hand, which was the color of blood and over a meter long.
Then, he mobilized all the muscles in his body, slightly adjusted his posture, and then leaned his body sideways, as if to dodge this attack.
But the action in his hand showed not a shred of intention to dodge.
He swung it down fiercely, the silver longsword. Against the incoming golden light, he swung it down fiercely.
The silver light, the same unique silver light that Gilgamesh had felt on the plane, appeared once again. Then, it fiercely swept towards the Noble Phantasm.
That silver gleam was so pure, so irresistible, and so terrifying, as if the heavens and earth and the space existing at every moment were directly split in half.
Then, that golden light was completely shattered.
What was fiercely smashed onto the ground was a severed long spear.
Most Noble Phantasms are forged from extremely precious materials. Even if the material itself is not outstanding, it is greatly enhanced by the legend it carries.
It can be said that there is almost no record of a Noble Phantasm being damaged.
However, at this moment, such a scene appeared, as if mocking Gilgamesh's pride.
"Oopsie-daisy, it broke just like that."
Tony said this, lightly swinging his crude longsword.
A cluster of extremely beautiful sword flowers blossomed from his hand.
"So, it's time to get serious, King of Heroes?"
As he said this, a look of extreme mockery flashed in his eyes.
However, Gilgamesh did not respond to his provocative words.
The arrogance on Gilgamesh's handsome face had now completely vanished. What remained, besides fury, was killing intent.
Indeed, such an act of damaging the king's treasures... how many years had it been since he last saw such a thing?
But no matter what, such a crime was absolutely unforgivable. He must, absolutely, pay the price with his life!
So, the king lightly narrowed his crimson pupils.
Then, immediately after,
That originally clear blue sky was 'occupied' by something.
From the void, streaks of golden ripples emerged, forming an overwhelming might that overshadowed the heavens.
The golden light gradually covered the hot, blazing sun. Just like that, it quietly amassed power in the sky, ready to burst forth.
"Damn it, but this is the end! Mongrel, go and perish in the sea of flowers!!!"