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"Compared to being high above, ignoring all life, you merely kill those useless fellows. This King should be benevolent, right?"
Gilgamesh's lips curled into a faint smile. He looked at the pure and detached girl and said playfully. "Compared to you, who only kills those innocent ordinary people based on your own preferences, this King is truly the epitome of benevolence."
He lightly sniffed the lingering scent of blood in the air, and couldn't help but lightly furrow his brows. "After all, those this King has killed are truly useless trash, fellows who don't even know why they live. What's wrong with this King granting them death?" There was a hint of disdainful arrogance in his words.
In the eyes of this king, from the very beginning, what he did was not evil. What he focused on was the entirety of the nation, not any single individual within it. If someone was influential to his nation, he would eliminate them. If the benefits were abundant enough, it didn't matter even if they were treated as honored guests.
But Athena was exactly the opposite. These fellows, these Disobedient Gods, might merely, due to a moment of boredom, relying on their own wickedness, massacre an entire city without a trace of remorse. This was precisely the biggest difference between the two.
After all, the more a god looks down on the human world, the less they can comprehend the preciousness of humanity. On the contrary, Gilgamesh has always cherished all life. Everyone has a purpose, no matter how humble a fellow, they have a suitable place. This allows the whole entity named 'Mesopotamia', this nation named 'Uruk', to become more substantial.
However, upon arriving in this present world, he understood his mistake. Because there were too many humans. Even without effort, through some other means, they could obtain money or other things by harming this whole entity.
Gilgamesh could understand such actions, but he absolutely could not agree with them. So, such trash, only qualified to make the king feel pleased by using their lives as a sacrifice.
"That truly is a bone-deep arrogance, Gilgamesh." A hint of contempt flashed across Athena's cold face. Perhaps, she still couldn't understand.
"This humble one has no interest in discussing these matters with you. So, what is the reason for summoning this humble one here?" The young girl's lips curled up slightly, a faint, icy smile tugging at the corners.
"You shouldn't be such a shallow fellow, Hero King, should you?" An invisible aura radiated from Athena's body, sweeping across the surroundings. That was a black wind, a wind that signified death.
Even though her authority had already been stolen, her inherent divine power was still at the level of a 'Trinity Earth Goddess'. The mere waving of divine power, and the death it brought, could easily turn all of Tokyo into a dead land.
This seemingly young, exquisitely delicate fellow represented such immense, extremely arrogant power. The invisible black wind swept through the surroundings, leaving no corner untouched. In just an instant, everything in this chaotic and complex place was reflected in Athena's heart.
Indeed, there was not a single trace of omission. A faint, scornful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she lightly turned her head away. Streaks of light, either pale blue, or deep purple, or pure white, or deep red.
Those were streaks of light, layers of light particles dancing in the air, carrying a majestic aura. Then, those light particles condensed into human figures. There, were figures of silver-armored knights. That was extremely thick armor. Judging by its heavy appearance, it was absolutely not something an ordinary person could carry.
These valiant knights, clad in silver armor, held various weapons in their hands. Either heavy knight swords, or sharp long blades, and also heavy axes and long spears. They trampled on crumbling buildings, layer after layer, and fragile structures, creating layer after layer of cracks beneath their feet.
Faint golden light enveloped their bodies. That was the ability called 'Godslayer', a power belonging to Gilgamesh. A total of five hundred figures, standing on top of those chaotic buildings, or in small alleys. The only similarity, besides their silver armor, was that he only had weapons that were absolutely not bad.
At this moment, the entire Heroic Spirit Knights, every single one of them, had set foot on this land of the Far East.
"Truly, as the trump card of a king, this humble one should be praised." Athena spoke lightly with an icy tone. But, she still revealed a hint of faint surprise. Indeed, such power was truly too exaggerated.
Even in the Age of Gods, even when those gods walked upon the earth, humans absolutely could not have achieved such a feat. "Great Knight, no, compared to these, Great Knight is perhaps not enough."
The delicate young girl gently shook her head. Her silver short hair fluttered in the wind, swaying with the soft moonlight. Indeed, for a Heroic Spirit, even the weakest Heroic Spirit could easily kill hundreds of Great Knights. Regardless of physical strength, durability, or agility, between the two, even saying there was a world of difference would not be an exaggeration.
Moreover, these fellows, these fellows, some of whom were even over a hundred years old, were mostly Great Knights from the previous century. They were grateful for Gilgamesh's power. Then, from that rattan chair or bed, they propped up their broken bodies, offering their loyalty to that king.
They, who should have been near death, or perhaps already unable to wield a sharp sword, at this moment, under the power of Heroic Spirits, were several times stronger in physical constitution than those knights in their prime. Not only was it a difference in power, but also an absolutely insurmountable gap in experience and knowledge.
They were all individuals who had fought on battlefields for decades. Regardless of their martial arts or their wisdom in combat, they were terrifyingly strong individuals. Any one of them could easily defeat Lilian, or even Paul, and would not necessarily be opponents for these guys.
As the aging gradually wiped them out, power and battle intent were once again awakened. These fellows, who yearned for the battlefield, who craved fresh blood and sharp blades, who longed for fierce combat and struggle.
They once again gathered (pledged allegiance), for a belief, for an ideal, for a king they served, who would now lead them back to the battlefield!
Gilgamesh, with a slightly satisfied expression, looked at these knights who should have been incomparably ancient. "Knights, prepare yourselves, for this battlefield is a place called the Underworld."
The corner of his mouth slowly curled into a contemptuous smile.
"Then, presumably, the fresh blood of the Disobedient Gods will also be able to elevate into glory!"
What responded to him was a crisp sound, uniform and precise, of armor clashing against the ground. The knights knelt down, gently tapping their breastplates, and then, in unison, roared:
"We obey your will, our King!"