"Pfft—"
Waver Velvet, shrinking behind Iskandar, almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Making the King of Conquerors... a driver?!
This guy is just too bold!
However, Iskandar was not angry.
He froze for a moment, then raised a hand as large as a palm-leaf fan, scratched his messy red hair, and let out a hearty laugh.
"A driver? Hahahaha! Interesting! Truly interesting!"
"Young man, I appreciate your courage! But if you want to command me, you'll have to show the strength to conquer me first!"
"Besides, I am the man who will conquer the world; I really don't have time to be someone's driver."
"How about this, let's make a deal: join me, and we can discuss the benefits. What do you say?"
"Not interested." Hansen shrugged with a look of regret. "Besides, if I were to switch to another king's service now, my Saber would get jealous."
Below them, Saber's body suddenly stiffened upon hearing this.
Her slender legs beneath her skirt armor instinctively pressed together, and two red clouds instantly flared up on her originally heroic face.
"Ruler! Please do not make such pointless jokes on the battlefield!"
Saber gritted her teeth and glared back at Hansen, but there wasn't much true anger in those emerald eyes.
On the contrary, Hansen's seemingly playful yet actually dominant attitude gave her an inexplicable sense of security.
"Ruler? To think it's a special class..."
In the darkness, various factions analyzed the many key pieces of intelligence exposed by this battle.
In the center of the battlefield, although the conversation between Hansen and the King of Conquerors seemed relaxed, the invisible tension in the air was constantly rising.
Although Iskandar was laughing, a sharp light flickered in his tiger-like eyes.
This man... though he looked completely unguarded and full of openings...
...his instincts, honed through countless battlefields, told him that this harmless-looking, handsome man was potentially far more dangerous than even the young girl with the invisible sword!
It was a kind of instinctive shudder, as if facing an endless abyss, or staring directly into a high-hanging scorching sun.
Just then, a lofty and haughty aura abruptly appeared at the edge of the battlefield.
It was a pure arrogance, as if everyone present was merely dust on the ground, loathsome ants.
It was like a nouveau riche decked out in luxury brands suddenly barging into a gathering of commoners.
And he scrutinized everyone present with eyes that looked at trash.
Golden light particles converged atop a streetlamp.
A man wearing golden armor, with standing blond hair and crimson snake-like pupils, stood with his arms crossed on that thin streetlamp pole, looking down at the entire scene with contempt.
Archer class, King of Heroes, Gilgamesh.
"Where did this circus troupe come from?"
Gilgamesh's voice was full of magnetism, yet also full of a biting sarcasm that made one want to punch him.
"Overconfident mongrels, gathering together to lick each other's wounds. It is truly nauseating to behold."
His gaze swept over Saber, a flash of admiration for a treasure appearing in his eyes, followed by a bone-deep greed for possession.
When it swept over Iskandar, it showed a hint of disdainful mockery.
Finally, his gaze landed on Hansen.
In that very instant, Gilgamesh's snake-like pupils, which were always half-closed, snapped wide open.
In that look, it was no longer simple contempt, but... a kind of insulted fury.
"This scent..."
Gilgamesh stared fixedly at Hansen, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
"The stench of another world, the hypocrisy of a false god, and that nonsensical... aura of a powerhouse?"
Mixed with the laws of an alien world.
A wildness that devoured all things.
The usurped authority of gods.
The pressure of a higher level of life... all of it made him feel an instinctive repulsion.
"Even gods must bow their heads before this King! You stray dog of unknown origin, how dare you look directly at me with those eyes?!"
The complex aura on Hansen's body, which fused multiple divine powers, was as glaring as a searchlight in the night to Gilgamesh, who possessed the embryonic intuition of the'Star of All-Knowing'.
Especially... that sense of 'freedom' on this man, as if he stood above rules and was unrestrained by anything, made Gilgamesh, who viewed all things in the world as his own, feel extremely displeased.
How can there be someone in this world more arrogant than this King?
Even if there is, they must die for me!
Hansen, listening to this speech full of the word 'mongrel', slowly put down the potato chips in his hand.
The smile on his face vanished.
In its place was a heart-chilling indifference.
He slightly raised his head, his eyes burning with a faint white-gold divine fire as he looked at Gilgamesh standing atop the streetlamp.
"mongrel?"
Hansen softly repeated the word, raised his right hand, and gently pressed his index finger downward.
In the next second, a terrifying gravity field enveloped the entire port without warning!
"Who allowed you to stand so high?"
The moment the words fell.
Creeeeeak—!!!!
The steel streetlamp pole supporting Gilgamesh's weight seemed to be suddenly subjected to millions of tons of pressure.
It let out a tooth-aching sound of twisting metal.
"What?!"
The arrogance on Gilgamesh's face instantly froze.
He only felt an unmatched, terrifying suction coming from the ground beneath him; it wasn't just gravity, it was more like a forced command targeting space and concepts!
Before this power, even the dignity of the King of Heroes seemed utterly pale and weak.
BOOM—!!!!
The streetlamp pole snapped instantly!
Gilgamesh, who had been high and mighty, was like a kite with a broken string—or rather, like a piece of trash tossed aside—falling pathetically toward the oil-stained concrete ground!
"You damn—!!!"
Gilgamesh let out a furious roar in mid-air.
As the oldest king, he had spent his life looking down on all living beings from the clouds; when had he ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?!
At the critical moment before his face hit the ground, a magnificent ship of light, 'Vimana', emerged from the void, catching the falling king just in time.
Even so, those few seconds of free-fall were already an unerasable stain for the proud Gilgamesh!
"mongrel! mongrel! mongrel!!!!"
Gilgamesh, having regained his footing, had a handsome face that was now distorted to the extreme.
Fire almost spat from his crimson eyes, and the veins on his forehead throbbed violently.
At this moment, he was no longer a composed observer, but a thoroughly enraged dragon.
"You dare... to shame this King!"
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