The golden light tearing through the gloomy, leaden clouds was like the dawn ripping apart the darkness.
Thus, the sight of these countless golden rays shining down appeared even more brilliant and beautiful amidst this apocalyptic scene.
"He is the king recorded in humanity's oldest heroic epic!"
The announcer, Heimdall, thus proclaid.
Those words imdiately made those familiar with human history realize who was being referred to.
"I-Is it that one?"
"The king among heroes, humanity's most ancient King of Heroes."
"Who?"
So didn't understand.
"Wait, are you talking about that guy?"
"That can't be right. I rember he beca a demigod, didn't he?"
"A demigod representing humanity? Is that allowed?"
"Well, he was originally human, so it should be fine."
Even the gods who knew about him looked confused, turning their gaze toward one particular pantheon where the deities wore unpleasant expressions.
Well, of course their expressions were sour—they'd been betrayed.
"He was also the first king to reject the love confession of the goddess Ishtar!"
Heimdall's subsequent revelation instantly shook many gods.
So felt envy—after all, she was a famously beautiful goddess, and who wouldn't want a taste?
However, others cast gleeful glances, knowing full well how terrible this goddess could be.
"He was also the first king in human history to slay the divine beast, the Bull of Heaven!"
The following proclamation also surprised many gods, though not to the point of shock.
But this was already the seventh round—what major figures hadn't the gods lost in battle by now?
So, hearing that a re Bull of Heaven had been slain naturally didn't evoke much awe.
The host, Heimdall, continued his soliloquy.
Then, he took a deep breath—
"He was also the first human king in millions of years of history to slay a chief god!!!"
He nearly shouted the air out of his lungs.
This explosive revelation instantly silenced everything.
Not just the human spectators, not just the divine spectators—even the apocalyptic scene before them seed to freeze.
The sky-piercing tornadoes ceased their rotation, the lightning stopped flashing, and the world grew still.
Even the God of Destruction looked stunned!
At the sa ti, more and more beams of light pierced through the dark clouds.
In the next instant, as if the sun had fallen, the black clouds in the sky evaporated instantly, and the world was dyed a brilliant gold.
"He is the King of Heroes—Gilgash!"
The mont the na of humanity's representative was declared, the golden light in their vision gradually faded.
It wasn't that the golden radiance weakened, but rather their eyes adjusted from the dark environnt to the sudden brightness.
Thus, both humans and gods truly saw a sun.
No—not the sun, but a glowing flying object?
On this vessel, a faint human figure could be seen—was that the King of Heroes?
Of course, what shocked them even more was—
"N-No way..."
"Heimdall, what are you saying?"
"Gilgash was the first human to kill a chief god?"
"This is utter nonsense..."
Could it be that after being summoned, before even participating in Ragnarök, this King of Heroes had slain so chief god?
Suddenly, so gods who had connections with the Babylonian pantheon rembered sothing, their expressions shifting uneasily.
"Now that you ntion it, the chief god of the Babylonian pantheon hasn't appeared since Gilgash's era..."
"And it's also strange how closely the Babylonian pantheon guards Gilgash, almost never allowing anyone near him."
"Could it be that the chief god he killed was—"
"No way, and that was nearly five thousand years ago?"
Everyone wore expressions of shock and disbelief.
To have slain a chief god and beco a Godslayer even before Ragnarök had begun!
"Is this so kind of joke?"
Ares, the God of War from Greek mythology, looked as if his eyes were about to pop out.
He killed a chief god thousands of years ago?
"I see."
Hers, who said this, also set down the glasses in his hand. He had finished reading the publicly disclosed records of Gilgash's deeds at a glance—these were the true accounts, not the falsified ones.
If this was true, then this King of Heroes was truly dangerous. Dangerous!
Moreover, it was also quite intriguing. The flying object the King of Heroes was currently riding—its design closely resembled that one.
anwhile, in the Valkyrie spectator stands.
"B-Brunhilde, sister, th-that aircraft, i-isn't it that one?"
Göll stamred, her tongue slightly tied.
She had seen this aircraft before—it looked exactly like the divine artifact from Hindu mythology that traversed the skies.
So, why did King Gilgash possess the flying divine artifact from Hindu mythology?
Could it be fake?
A replica?
"Hmm, it does appear to be Vimana."
As she said this, Brunhilde's eyes also glead with a faint, unusual light.
Back then, didn't Gilgash launch a barrage of weapons to pin the nightmare demon like a hedgehog?
Afterward, she had investigated a bit and found that those weapons seed to resemble divine weapons from various mythologies.
So—
"How interesting, brat. Is that aircraft of yours the real Vimana?"
The question ca from Shiva, the God of Destruction.
It was truly unexpected that the human representative on the opposing side made an entrance just as grand as his own.
"Whether it's real or not, you'll know once you experience it."
The human King of Heroes seated upon that vessel snapped his fingers.
Instantly, sothing shot out from the golden ship.
Its speed was so imnse that friction with the air generated light, creating the illusion of a beam attack.
In reality, it was simply an object cannon-blasting toward Shiva's location.
Then, upon this world's largest mountain peak, a fiery sphere capable of lting everything rose—the sun!
Thus, the final battle between humans and gods, Ragnarök, had begun!!!
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