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"Then, this is it for now. Our battle should begin, Hero King, Gilgamesh!"
It was a voice filled with contempt, belonging to the God of Obedience, Susanoo-no-Mikoto, who stood before Gilgamesh at this moment.
At this moment, the subordinate god known as 'Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi' was also in his hand, tightly clutched by him.
Perhaps, this fellow's face still held a deceptive contempt, but his body exuded battle intent.
"SĹŤjĹŤ, go deal with that little snake, the disobedient god who lost his divinity."
Giving such an order, at this moment, he, relying on his wisdom, was at the forefront of this battle.
"Miss Annie and I will go deal with that tyrant, then, please."
Saying this, he fiercely gripped the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Gilgamesh.
"I invite you to battle, Gilgamesh. Please accept."
Saying this, he lightly swung the long sword in his hand, lightly sweeping it.
"Truly a boring mongrel. Is there not a single trace of novelty? Do you think a mere joint effort can contend with this king? Truly foolish to the extreme!"
Gilgamesh said indifferently, his words filled with disdain.
"This is also unavoidable. Of course, if you are willing to grace my banquet, that would be even better."
Susanoo-no-Mikoto said with a wry smile, but his words carried a hint of helplessness.
At this moment, a faint scent of wine diffused from his side. It was a wine pot that had already been opened.
However, Gilgamesh, as if disgusted by Susanoo-no-Mikoto's words, lightly swung his arm. A golden spear flashed from behind him.
It was a long spear, originally silver, but after being enveloped by the magical power from the Gate of Babylon, it turned a light golden color.
At this moment, that treasure mercilessly pierced through the wine pot, smashing it far away.
"A boring clown, your humble legend is not something this king is completely unaware of. Such lowly methods truly lack any dignity worthy of a god of obedience!"
As he spoke, behind Gilgamesh, where there were originally only a few ripples of golden light, more ripples spread out.
Treasures one after another emerged from within, heavy weapons, long spears, and even shields with sharp edges and long blades.
"Let this king properly gauge your humble courage, mongrels!"
Gilgamesh said this, lightly waving his arm.
The next moment, a golden light enveloped Annie and Susanoo-no-Mikoto.
The God of Obedience and the God Slayer could only bitterly endure.
On the other side, the battle was not so smooth.
Streaks of crimson light slashed across the sky, mercilessly striking the tender figure.
Athena bit her silver teeth, suppressing the groan that was about to escape.
Indeed, the battle situation was extremely unfavorable. That glass-eyed princess, though it was unclear whether she was a witch or a shaman, possessed unparalleled power in sorcery.
The attacks she merely swung could easily and effortlessly tear apart the black wind Athena had carefully arranged.
The wind, representing death and darkness, was not so easily breached, but the crimson light repeatedly penetrated Athena's defenses, mercilessly striking her tender body.
"What, you're not my opponent, are you? Do you want to concede, little girl?"
The glass-eyed princess said this, then lightly waved her arm again.
Paper talismans poured out from the sleeves of her twelve-layered kimono, floating around her, firmly blocking the incoming black kunai.
"No, absolutely not. Do you mean to say that the victory itself will just concede like this?!"
That tender voice spoke with a hint of bitterness from Athena's mouth, and then she once again swung her black kunai, striking the paper-structured barrier.
However, all she received was a disdainful chuckle.
"Then, I'll send you off to your defeat, the former Athena!"
That woman laughed softly, her words, though incomparably gentle, revealed profound malice.
Then, streaks of paper talismans, numbering in the thousands, were ignited.
The burning paper talismans transformed into thousands of crimson lights, mercilessly striking Athena!
At this moment, on the battlefield to Gilgamesh's left, the man known as 'Obey' Anshera was also bitterly enduring.
His withered arm fiercely swept across the tender body, then mercilessly slammed it away.
The black-clad monk, wielding exquisite martial arts, easily and effortlessly suppressed Anshera.
His defenses would be shattered, and his attacks would be blocked.
No matter what kind of strategy, he was not this guy's opponent.
The enemy Anshera faced was powerfully unreasonable.
Again, a heavy punch mercilessly struck her tender lower abdomen.
Accompanying that muffled groan were the monk's words.
"A monk doesn't lie, and you, you're too weak."
He spoke these words, but with unparalleled solemnity. Even though his words carried a hint of disdain, they were utterly crushing.
It was such strangeness, such a feeling.
"You, you damned fellow!"
Anshera couldn't help but roar in fury. She fiercely swung her slender, not-so-sturdy arms, striking mercilessly at the black-clad monk.
A blow carried with wind, containing the power of a divine ancestor, and amplified by her Heroic Spirit transformation, was even more terrifying.
However, it was blocked. This blow, which was enough to tear down tall buildings, was barely blocked.
"Indeed, this is the so-called 'Divine Ancestor'?"
Saying this, as if toying with her, he once again mercilessly slammed Anshera away.
"Damn it, I will tear you apart!"
Anshera roared like this, but was still mercilessly slammed to the ground.
"It seems I haven't returned to the present world for too long. I didn't expect the world at this moment to have become so cruel."
He spoke words that made no sense, and once again struck Anshera's body.
This time, there was no mercy whatsoever.
Then, a gurgling sound. Streaks of fresh blood poured from Anshera's mouth. A trace of color also faded from her eyes.
A huge deep pit reflected on the ground, as if swallowed by something.
"Truly, a failure."
The black-clad monk looked at Anshera, who had turned into scattered light dust, and couldn't help but sigh faintly, even ignoring the fleeting spiritual core.
On the other side, Annie and Susanoo-no-Mikoto were still bitterly enduring.
"Such an unreasonable tyrant is truly worthy of the Hero King."
Sensing the cessation of the battles on both sides, Susanoo-no-Mikoto, the God of Obedience, said with joy.
He once again blocked the incoming treasures with Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, then laughed.
"But, even if you are stronger, are you a match for the four of us combined?!"
ps: The God Slayer arc is about to conclude. The Type-Moon world will begin. This time, I'm not planning to write about four or five battles, but the entire Type-Moon world: Tsukihime, Mahou Tsukai no Yoru, Fate/Zero, Fate/Stay Night, Fate/Strange Fake, Kara no Kyoukai, and even Fate/Grand Order and Tsui no Daichi!
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