A colossal shadow enveloped this already scorched land.
That was a dragon, a Western dragon, a dragon snake slain by heroes. Pitch-black, a black dragon bringing death and terror.
From its twenty-meter-tall scarlet body, there still emanated an incomparably profound brilliance.
Even if the Western dragon was an evil being reviled by heroes, it still possessed immense wisdom.
Indeed, to surpass humans would be no exaggeration.
Its wingspan, nearly a hundred meters long, combined with its seemingly mountainous and imposing body, brought an unparalleled sense of oppression.
The ability named Dragon's Majesty was wantonly unleashed. No living being could help but tremble in awe at this moment.
Belonging to the higher echelons of the life registry, this black dragon of the Underworld, while slightly inferior to a pure-blooded dragon from a treasure trove, was still an extremely powerful existence.
Even if it couldn't create monsters by merely dripping blood, it was absolutely no problem for it to annihilate ordinary humans.
Dragon blood not only bestowed heroes with exaggerated physiques, but for ordinary mortals, it was absolutely not something to be touched.
However, at this moment, this black dragon, even if slightly different from a pure-blooded dragon, was still incomparably terrifying.
Merely a slight flutter of its wings could unleash a massive whirlwind. A slight sweep of its giant claws could reduce sturdy buildings to shattered ruins.
That was nearly infinite physical power. In terms of pure physical quality, besides species like Behemoth or Hydra, nothing could compare to the black dragon.
However, for a dragon species, the most terrifying thing was not merely the strength of its body, but that incomparably scorching Dragon's Breath, renowned as one of the strongest Fire-attribute blessings, and that incomparably complex Dragon Language magic that could destroy cities with a single movement.
Of course, if one were to demand Vahram to understand Dragon Language, that would be too much to ask. However, a mere Dragon's Breath was still achievable.
Moreover, not only that, Vahram, who possessed the authority of 'Judge of the Karmic Fire,' even wielded Karmic Fire within his Dragon's Breath.
That was absolute flame; it would never be extinguished no matter what, and even spiritual bodies would be incinerated by it. The Karmic Fire ignited by Vahram could burn for several days.
Furthermore, when the authority of 'Judge of the Karmic Fire' was fully unleashed, it would be an endless Heavenly Fire capable of covering several cities.
Everything would be burned, and absolutely nothing could survive. Lives and buildings alike would be utterly incinerated. Even the lowest degree of unleashing it could turn a prosperous modern city into ashes.
But at this moment, merely integrating his authority into that incomparably scorching Dragon's Breath could also achieve extraordinary destructive power.
Once tainted, the flames would never extinguish, and even spiritual bodies would be burned to ashes.
Such might, combined with endless explosions and scorching Dragon's Breath, nothing could stop it.
Of course, that, however, was absolutely…
An invisible force field sliced through this world.
Then, something poured out from within the King's Treasure.
That was a light blue, seemingly transparent shield.
The small world encompassing the heavens, from the great hero of the Greek epic The Iliad, the demigod named Achilles. At this moment, it was his Noble Phantasm that radiated light.
The invisible force field violently smashed onto the ground, then shattered into the air.
That was an incomparably colossal shield, roughly dozens of square meters in size. More accurately, it should be called a wall.
At this moment, it was this shield that blocked the crimson Dragon's Breath.
Gilgamesh slightly raised his arm, not feeling the slightest bit of heat.
Undoubtedly, no matter how terrifying that Dragon's Breath was, it could even burn spiritual bodies. However, for this Noble Phantasm, it was meaningless.
That was a shield from 'Hephaestus, the God of Fire.' Within it was a manifestation of the world itself. Even invisible spiritual bodies could be burned, but trying to ignite the world would be too presumptuous and naive.
Moreover, this shield had more than just one use.
"How boring, you giant crawling insect, go back to the underworld you belong to!"
Gilgamesh's half-closed eyes slowly opened. He looked at the black dragon still struggling and spewing Dragon's Breath, and couldn't help but chuckle.
There was nothing that could be done. No matter how powerful the black dragon's offensive was, it absolutely did not have the ability to break through this shield.
That was absolute defense, a defense that could block everything. Although it was equal in rank to 'Seven Rings of the Burning Sky,' due to the difference in quantity, it was only a one-sided 'small world surrounding the heavens.' It was undoubtedly even more terrifying in its degree of solidity.
Therefore,
"This ends here. This king is already tired of your boring arrogance, so I shall bestow death upon you. Bow down and surrender, mongrel!"
Such arrogant and contemptuous words, spoken from Gilgamesh's mouth, had not a single trace of incongruity, for he was a King, and thus, he rightly should be arrogant.
Immediately after, he lightly raised his other hand.
A golden doorway, like a ripple rising on the water's surface, rippled through the invisible air.
That was a dazzling golden sword hilt, even more dazzling than the golden ripples.
A silent roar, the roar of a giant dragon, echoed within it. An unparalleled sharpness filled this sword.
Before it was even drawn, before its true form was revealed, Vahram already felt an immense sense of dread.
That was a Noble Phantasm that slaughtered dragons, naturally bearing enmity towards dragon snakes.
Then, Gilgamesh lightly grasped the golden sword hilt and slowly drew it from the Gate of Light.
At this moment, the sword belonging to Saint George once again revealed itself to the world.
A sacred song resonated all around, carrying an unspeakable shock in its solemn melody. Waves of resplendent, holy light surged in the air.
On the bright silver, sharp blade, a brilliant radiance now coiled. Its unparalleled sharpness made even Vahram feel a prickling sensation.
"A Noble Phantasm that slaughters dragons, huh? Truly a king who possesses countless treasures. But,"
The giant dragon stopped its sudden attack, then raised its huge claws that obscured the sky and sun. On its struggling dragon head, covered in scales, there was a clearly mocking smile.
"Can you really cut through my body? Even if you do, what kind of damage can it cause?"
As Vahram said this, his struggling maw slightly opened, as if lightly mocking the King.
"This is simply not enough, not enough at all!"
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