"To have been able to reach my presence, I shall grant you the glory of witnessing my finest treasure."
Gilgamesh lifted his chin slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes. To have come this far under his bombardment was indeed worthy of praise. The King of Conquerors, on the other hand, had a wry smile on his face. How should he put it? He could control the distance between himself and his enemies when they appeared in his Reality Marble. If he had known, he would have placed that glittering one a little closer to them. But if he had done that, even if he were to win, a considerable knot would probably have been left in the King of Conquerors' heart.
After all, his conquest was an open and honorable conquest. This point was something he insisted on. What's more, he was facing a king. He couldn't lose his own bearing as a king. He didn't want to be laughed at by others when he returned to the Throne of Heroes. Just think, at that time, others would be pointing at his back, saying, "You're that King of Conquerors who only won against the King of Heroes by using a little trick." Where would he put his old face then?
The King of Conquerors drew the treasured sword from his waist. The few warriors who had charged at the forefront with him were already prepared for a direct assault. As long as they could engage in close combat, then they still had hope of a direct victory. However, in the sky above, a golden ripple slowly unfolded. There was not a large number, only one, but it was incomparably huge.
A giant black sword fell directly from the sky, its blade angled as it smashed towards them at high speed. Of course, rather than being smashed, from a glance, it looked more like a sharp blade swinging down. With such a large sword slashing over, there was simply no room to dodge.
This sword was named the Mountain-Cleaving Sword.
At this moment, the King of Conquerors was no longer able to help every one of his subordinates dodge such an attack. At this moment, they could only rely on their own abilities.
The giant black sword smashed into the desert. Its heavy weight directly kicked up a cloud of dust, obscuring everyone's vision.
Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes slightly, fanning his hand gently to blow the large amount of dust away from his face. He didn't think that the King of Conquerors could be dealt with so easily. And as expected, before long, the sound of thunder came from within the dust cloud. The King of Conquerors' arm reached forward, directly tearing apart the large cloud of dust. A red cloak fluttered behind him.
A hearty smile, a determined gaze. A small wound had appeared on his forehead, from which blood was flowing. But for the King of Conquerors, this was nothing.
"Yo—!! King of Glitters! I! Have come before you!"
Gilgamesh just smiled. A golden flying vessel slowly materialized from his treasury, preparing to carry this king into the sky.
The King of Conquerors also saw through Gilgamesh's thoughts. He quickly summoned his own chariot and ordered it to charge forward directly, ramming fiercely into the golden flying vessel. This was a chariot dedicated to the great god Zeus. In terms of rank, it was definitely not inferior to Gilgamesh's ride. Don't forget, the King of Conquerors had descended in the Rider class. The chariot or mount he drove was not an ordinary thing.
The thunder-crushing chariot, in a self-destructive manner, directly collided with the golden flying vessel. Lightning exploded outwards. Gilgamesh pulled back a certain distance, then pursed his lips. But forget it. It didn't matter even if he couldn't fly into the sky.
"King of Conquerors? I acknowledge you. You have truly shown me a good sight. But this is the end. Facing so many heroes is enough to make me draw that weapon. King of Conquerors, I will tear your world apart!"
Looking at the King of Conquerors running towards him, Gilgamesh just took out a strange key from his treasury. He held this strange key high, then gently twisted it. It was as if something had been opened. A crisp sound spread throughout the entire Reality Marble. It was hard to imagine how this subtle sound could spread throughout this world.
Finally, with the golden key as the starting point, a large number of red, crystal-like veins shot into the sky. Just looking at these red crystal veins was enough to give people an unimaginable pressure. Even the King of Conquerors' forward charging steps slowed a little. Then, all the veins from the top quickly contracted towards the golden key.
When this crystal-like red gathered together, it was replaced by a deep, dark red. And this dark red formed three cylinder-like existences. Rather than a weapon, it was more like an existence that symbolized some kind of authority. But the power that emanated from this weapon truly made one look on in awe.
"Awaken, Ea! The stage has been set. Let all bow before your power!"
The cylinder-like blades turned in different directions. Finally, a crimson storm spread out from the connection point of the blades, creating layers of ripples. For a moment, wherever this red storm went, giant cracks began to appear in the desert, as if the movement of the earth's crust was causing the ground to fissure.
The cracks in this earth were still continuously spreading. The void after the Reality Marble shattered was devouring the surrounding sand and gravel. A black chaos seemed as if it could tear everything apart. Not only did such cracks appear in the area where the King of Conquerors was, but also in the location of his great army. These cracks directly devoured a large number of the King of Conquerors' soldiers. As more and more soldiers were devoured by the cracks in the world, this Reality Marble also began to move irreversibly towards collapse.
"It is time for judgment! My Sword of Rupture will tear the world—Take this! [Enuma Elish]!"
As this blade fell, its main target was not the King of Conquerors, but this world itself. As the crimson storm swept through the entire world, cracks appeared in the sky, and the earth completely collapsed. The Servant Aslan and Balin quickly came to Merlin's side, placing their hands on his shoulders.
"Merlin! Use your invincible illusion magic and think of something!!"
Merlin looked at the collapsing Reality Marble, his expression gradually becoming serious. This was the first time he had seen a Reality Marble be forcibly destroyed. "Hold on tight! The spell is too long, so I'll omit the rest. I'll do my best to protect us, but I can't guarantee the result. If I really can't save our lives, I'll choose to return directly to the Tower of Avalon!"
After all, you are all split spirits sent down from the Throne of Heroes. But I, this adorable flower-loving big brother, am still a living incubus in the Tower of Avalon. If it really comes to that point, the death of a Heroic Spirit's split spirit won't have any impact. But I don't want to experience the feeling of my own consciousness dying.