"Heh, it's really unbearable to look at."
Moran muttered while slaughtering.
That unconditionally puts himself in the sky, and everything else except himself is on the ground, casting a contemptuous sneer.
No need for any nonsense, innate arrogance.
Calling them gods, in Moran's eyes, they are more like incomprehensible evil ways, the posture of three obstacles and four demons.
The gods of Mesopotamia.
What they give to humans is the ultimate cruelty.
This is the main theme of their pantheon.
[As you show your strength]
[Even the main god-level gods are participating in the battle, and you can no longer be as casual as you were at the beginning]
[The Divine Body Barrier can only use one authority]
[You don't plan to use multiple]
[That would leave unavoidable harm to Full Moon, and you can't pay such a price for the Sumerian gods]
[It is no longer a one-sided slaughter]
[Even Enlil has joined in]
[These main gods have the power to threaten you, and also have the qualifications to kill each other with you]
[The battle begins to become equal]
"—Tsk"
The heat penetrating the shoulder reminds Moran of the reality of the battle.
Staring at the god-king Enlil as his opponent.
[In front of you, basically only the third-generation gods are left, among which the most worthy of attention is Enlil]
[Also, the constantly scratching Ishtar]
[Her eyes harbor resentment and anger]
[Even now, you still adhere to the past promise and will not kill her]
[It is precisely because of this that Ishtar's anger and hatred in her heart are watered even more vigorously because of that love]
[A blood flower blooms again]
[Another third-generation god died under the blade]
[After the battle against the Vanguard of the Umbral Star, the number of third-generation gods was already small, and now it is even worse]
[You use all your skills to fight the gods]
[The injuries accumulated on your body are increasing, and at the same time, more and more gods are falling under your blade]
[Until now, you no longer care about your injuries]
[Even if you endure the attacks of the gods, you must swing your blade to cut the gods down under your blade]
[——Kill, kill, kill!]
[Unwavering like a Shura ghost]
[Looking at the blood-stained red figure, the fear accumulated in the hearts of the gods is also growing]
[The Sumerian gods are not simple opponents]
[In a situation where you don't want to pay any price, winning is not an easy thing]
[Composite authority continuous bombardment]
[The Divine Body Barrier that has suffered too many attacks is broken]
[However, there is no need to worry, as long as it is not damage caused by superimposed authority, the Divine Body Barrier can repair itself]
[On the other side, the gods are also facing your heavy pressure]
[At this moment, the feeling you give them is like the abyss of the planet, and if you get one step closer, you will be torn to pieces]
"Come on! Enlil! Don't you want to kill me with the hands of the gods? I'm here now!"
Moran roared at the storm, and his domineering aura rose even higher.
Because it was still a surprise attack, several gods blocking the road were knocked away, and some had their brains shattered and died on the spot.
"You vassal god! Why? Appear in our divine realm!? Do you want to end our divine rule!?"
"Ha? Vassal god? Ha! Is that how you see me? It's not my choice, but the humans themselves chose it. If you really want to scold, it's all you Sumerian gods, you are too unpopular! Your age of gods should have ended long ago!"
Enlil and Moran fought together.
The madness of the gods has almost reached its climax.
At this moment, the pressure on the battlefield is not something that humans can bear, and any gust of wind can turn people into powder.
[The main god and great main god of Sumer]
[Both sides are relentlessly attacking you, and you are unyielding, colliding with them with all your strength.]
[For a time, you actually reach a stalemate with them.]
[In your eyes, this is somewhat neither up nor down.]
[However, in the eyes of the gods, it is simply unbelievable, an absolutely impossible phenomenon.]
[You are an incomprehensible existence.]
[As the injuries on your body continue to increase, looking at the numerical advantage of the gods, you realize that defeating a pantheon without paying any price is too childish and fantastical.]
[That's right, you plan to get serious.]
[You plan to use a power even more potent than tearing apart the Marble Phantasm, a violent force that only True Ancestor royalty can use.]
[That is the most primal miracle of this planet.]
Click, click!
A shattering sound like the collapse of the world.
The snow-white, immaculate Marble Phantasm is crushed by the gods, and everything dissipates like melting snow.
"He can't hold on any longer! Attack now!"
Enlil calls out to his comrades, pressing the attack.
The gods see Moran showing signs of weakness.
In an instant, they compress their respective authorities to the limit and unleash them with all their might, like firing cannons.
A strike powerful enough to shake the earth's crust engulfs Moran.
His figure disappears in the radiance.
Finally, the gods see the dawn of victory.
They reveal expressions of joy, like a long-awaited rain, finally able to eradicate this heresy from the divine realm.
The gods marvel at it, the gods are ecstatic about it.
Ishtar, on the other hand, is lost in thought.
No one knows what she is thinking at this moment.
…However, no one noticed.
The fragments of the Marble Phantasm that appeared on this scarred battlefield are gradually becoming particle-like.
"That is…"
Gilgamesh notices this phenomenon.
Just now, Moran told them not to approach.
This is why Gilgamesh and Enkidu did not appear when Moran was surrounded and bombarded by authorities.
At this moment, their sixth sense is trembling.
Sensing that something is coming.
The particle-like fragments of the Millennium City are constantly gathering, converging on the earth as if returning to their master.
"Wait, it's not over yet…!"
Enlil realizes it.
A bad premonition rises in his heart.
Rumble rumble rumble—!
It sounds like the earth is shaking.
That is the sound of a hard, unbreakable lock being destroyed.
Countless particles converge towards the center of the light.
"How can it be—to this extent…you can still fight…? You really don't want to lose to me that much!?"
Ishtar says, biting her red lips.
As if enduring endless grievances.
She senses Moran's presence in that dazzling light.
This man has not fallen.