At this mont, Gilgash suddenly found Souta not as detestable as before.
A god shackled by human values? To him, that was downright pathetic—soone who failed to recognize their true identity.
Gods and humans were worlds apart, existing on entirely different levels.
It was like comparing humans to insects—could they ever be treated the sa?
Of course not!
On the other hand, Souta had nothing but disdain for Gilgash.
Just because he possessed divine power, he had to sever all ties with humanity?
If he wanted to be a god, he'd be a god. If he wanted to be human, he'd be human. Whatever role he played was entirely up to his own whims.
Did he care about Gilgash's approval? Not in the slightest.
The two of them simply looked down on each other, with zero chance of reconciliation.
Realizing this, Gilgash lost all interest in Souta, his gaze turning icy.
"Enkidu—!"
From the golden portals that had yet to close, chains shot out at bullet speed, binding Souta instantly.
Enkidu—the greatest of Gilgash's treasures, a divine chain capable of restraining even the Bull of Heaven.
Souta's limbs and neck were completely shackled, his movents utterly sealed.
Gilgash sneered triumphantly.
"Mongrel, you dared to approach —how unfortunate for you!"
"It seems you didn't listen to a single word I said..."
Bound by the chains, Souta's expression remained indifferent.
"I already told you—I'm not the sa as the gods from your world. Different system, different rules. Do you get it or not?"
"Hmph! Enjoy your last words while you can. Once you're caught in my prized treasure, even a god has no chance of escape!"
"You don't believe ? Then watch closely."
With that, Souta simply teleported out of the chains, reappearing a few steps ahead.
Gilgash's pupils shrank, shock flickering across his face for the first ti.
His most trusted treasure... had no effect at all?
Compared to Gilgash's astonishnt, Souta remained calm.
The divine nature of the Nasuverse's gods and the gods of D&D were fundantally different, so "divinity" as a concept also worked differently.
To Souta, Enkidu was nothing more than an ordinary chain.
And even if it could actually restrain him—so what?
His divine power, a force capable of achieving any wish, ford a shield that absorbed all damage.
Even Enkidu's ability to suppress divine beings was, at its core, just another form of magical or conceptual damage—and all of it fell within the absorption range of his shield.
To bypass his divine protection, one would need an equally "omnipotent" force.
"Gate of Babylon!"
Gilgash quickly regained his composure. Holding EA in his right hand, he pulled a glowing longsword from his treasury with his left.
A chilling gust swept across the battlefield as he swung.
In an instant, the space before him froze solid, attempting to immobilize Souta.
Yet, not even a trace of frost appeared on him, let alone any injuries.
The freezing effect was completely absorbed.
Without hesitation, Gilgash discarded the sword and summoned a massive scythe, its shape akin to the Grim Reaper's weapon.
This was a treasure capable of bypassing all defenses, directly ripping out the bones of whatever it struck while simultaneously draining magical energy.
But just like before, it accomplished nothing.
"Stop wasting your energy," Souta said flatly. "Your so-called treasures have no effect on ."
"Then try this!"
Furious at Souta's dismissive attitude, Gilgash raised EA high.
"Enuma Elish!"
All of his magical power surged into the sword.
Targeting Souta at the very center, Gilgash unleashed the full force of EA.
A crimson sphere expanded between them.
The three rotating layers of EA's blade responded in kind, grinding against one another with the weight and force of shifting tectonic plates.
The unleashed magical surge was beyond imagination.
The very atmosphere scread in agony.
A colossal torrent of destruction erupted forth, striking Souta head-on. The sheer shockwave tore the land apart, opening a bottomless chasm.
The fissures spread rapidly, swallowing both the surrounding terrain and cavalry.
"Watch out!"
Iskandar quickly shielded Waver as they retreated.
Elsewhere, Heracles and Artoria protected their respective Masters from the devastating pressure.
The single swing of Gilgash's sword had shattered the entire Reality Marble.
Cracks extended from the ground up into the void itself, consuming the brave army within.
The air currents reversed, a spiraling vortex dragging everything toward oblivion.
By the ti the chaos subsided, everyone realized—they were back in the real world.
Day had abruptly turned to night, the cold moonlight of Fuyuki casting an eerie glow over the battlefield.
"So Reality Marbles are even more fragile than the real world, huh?"
From within the fading storm, Souta erged.
Golden light shimred and flowed around him, making his presence feel more vast than mountains and oceans.
His divine power roared to life, devouring all negative effects.
Excitent coursed through his body.
Taking EA head-on—this had been a bold experint.
Before actually attempting it, everything had only been theoretical. Even he hadn't been completely certain.
But now, the results were clear—his divine shield was just as impenetrable as he had anticipated.
Without an attack capable of obliterating three entire Tokyo districts in one strike, his defenses simply wouldn't break.
And the EA wielded by Gilgash clearly wasn't at that level.
"Mongrel... you actually...!"
Seeing Souta erge completely unscathed, Gilgash was overco with a sense of absurdity.
His strongest treasure had been taken head-on, yet not even a single thread of Souta's clothing was damaged.
This was an insult to his pride—his very existence.
Souta casually approached the golden Servant, smiling lightly.
"My offensive power isn't my strong suit, but when it cos to defense, I'm pretty confident."
He raised a single finger. Golden light flickered at his fingertip, divine energy shaping itself into a force that manipulated reality.
In an instant, a domain expanded, enveloping a ten-ter radius.
—Ti Stop.
Gilgash, mid-motion, froze completely.
His mind halted, his expression locked in place.
The golden portals behind him, deprived of magical energy, all vanished.
Souta focused his thoughts—and retrieved sothing he had once uploaded to the system's marketplace back in the Aka ga Kill world.
A massive steamroller materialized in his grip, weighing several dozen tons.
ROAD ROLLER-DA!
BOOM!
With a thunderous crash, Souta slamd the heavy machine down on Gilgash. Then, he lifted it—only to slam it down again.
And again.
And again.
For over ten successive strikes, the ground cracked open into a massive crater.
Gilgash's golden armor shattered, revealing the crushed, bloodied remains beneath.
He was dead.
Well and truly dead.
Souta released the steamroller and lifted Ti Stop, exhaling lightly.
Even holding ti still for just ten seconds had drained nearly half of his divine energy.
Stopping a high-tier existence like a Servant consud an absurd amount of power.
"I really need to refine my direct combat techniques."
Reaching into his inventory, he pulled out the Lesser Grail—now containing a fourth soul.
"That makes four..."
(PS: Got caught up reading soone else's novel and forgot to update. Oops. Today's update is 3 Chapters, the remaining 1 will co later.)
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