Gilgash and she understood the aning with a single glance.
This was just a brief greeting.
For them, it didn’t even count as an appetizer.
Now, the battle truly begins.
Gilgash flew back into the air, and hundreds upon thousands of Gates of Babylon opened simultaneously.
The dazzling golden light illuminated the night.
In an instant, Enkidu seed to be in the blazing sun of midday.
Enkidu’s feet rged with the earth.
The surrounding sand and gravel stirred restlessly.
They seed to beco part of Enkidu’s body; this was the Wisdom of the People, no weaker than the King’s Treasure.
Both sides continuously hurled swords, spears, and halberds at each other.
A storm of tal swept across the entire battlefield.
There were so many Noble Phantasms here, numbering in the tens of thousands, each one capable of killing a Heroic Spirit.
This was a clash of Heroic Spirits capable of single-handedly taking on a thousand soldiers.
–It was practically a war!
"Hero-King... Gilgash... Divine Weapon... Enkidu... Both of them are among the most ancient of hero-kings..."
Irisviel watched the unprecedented battle,
Noble Phantasms danced across the sky, colliding with each other.
The continuous explosions echoed across the desert, and she was shocked by the sight of the two clashing.
"Moran, aren’t you going to join in?"
The one who asked the question wasn’t Irisviel.
It was Morgan, who was watching the live broadcast through water mirror magecraft.
After returning to Britain from the simulation, Moran told the won about his experiences in sopotamia.
"If I were to join, then this great battle would really last for seven days and seven nights. By then, Snowfield City would be razed to the ground. Besides, I’m not one to eat the main course right away."
Moran shrugged and said.
However, not joining didn’t an he wouldn’t intervene.
At least, he had to say hello to the two of them.
He had already thought of a way on the way here.
"Heh, how can I, as the older brother, let my little brother have it too easy? Let’s say hello first. Gil, let see if your skills have improved..."
Moran took the King’s Authority Key from the Gate of Babylon.
Then, he seed to twist the sword-shaped key.
With a click, sothing was triggered.
Golden light reflected on Moran’s mischievously smiling face; he believed Gilgash would be very pleased.
The two in the center of the battlefield were still fighting.
They had already thrown out countless Noble Phantasms, and their hearty laughter was mixed with the sound of explosions.
Suddenly, the golden light that filled the sky dimd.
As if the power had been switched off, the light faded, and the doors connecting to the treasury abruptly closed.
"...What?"
Gilgash frowned.
That familiar, terrible feeling resurfaced in his mind.
Because it was so familiar, it made his expression twist, and he felt an urge to curse.
The distorted space disappeared, revealing a fact: the endless treasury storing the King’s Treasures—the Vault of Babylon.
The gate to the treasury, which existed in every corner of the world, or rather, didn’t exist in this world but in another space, had been closed.
Of course, this was sothing Gilgash
But, besides Gilgash himself, was there anyone else who could do this?
Yes, only that person could do it.
Moreover, only that person would ss with him like this.
"...Hmm?"
Enkidu showed a puzzled expression.
The Noble Phantasms created by the Wisdom of the People were still being launched, but Gilgash’s Gate of Babylon had been closed.
Without the obstruction of the Gate of Babylon.
A rain of Noble Phantasms flew towards Gilgash.
In the split second he was thinking, countless Noble Phantasms had already approached him.
Boom, boom, boom—!!
Like brilliantly blooming flowers of fire.
The Noble Phantasms struck Gilgash, creating a heatwave.
The sudden closure of the Gate of Babylon.
It could be said that the Hero-King was caught off guard.
But, was he really helpless?
"Seriously... you’re here too! You never let anyone have their way, you nasty bastard!"
As the smoke cleared, Gilgash’s figure appeared.
His golden armor had gained cracks and fractures, and he was covered in dust.
If he hadn’t taken out Ea before the battle and summoned a wind pressure when those Noble Phantasms were about to hit him.
Otherwise, Gilgash would have really fallen.
"...As far as greetings go, that’s very much his style."
Gilgash smiled instead of getting angry.
If it were the old him, he would probably be furious.
However, the current Gilgash was much more mature; he knew how to calm down.
This was also thanks to Moran’s high-pressure education.
He had been molded into this.
"Maybe, Moran wanted to train your caution. After all, aren’t you benefiting from it?" Enkidu laughed.
"You... the mont that guy shows up, you side with him. You two are so boring."
Gilgash looked speechless.
Every ti he encountered Moran and Enkidu acting as a couple, he would show this expression.
Fortunately, perhaps because he grew up being tricked.
Gilgash’s adaptability was extrely strong; he could even respond in ti when the Gate of Babylon was closed.
From this perspective.
Wasn’t Moran’s good intention also teaching Gilgash to be cautious in his actions?
Perhaps there was so truth to that.
But, rather than believing that, Gilgash believed that Moran was doing it for fun.
Like a prank between children.
For them as brothers, it was pretty much like that.
"However, he hasn’t appeared.
It seems that Moran doesn’t want us to fight here. Enkidu, did you know that guy was in this city from the beginning?"
"...Well, he arrived earlier than us."
"Hmph, even you are being mysterious.
It seems that after I died, you beca more human by Moran’s side. But, is that so... For , it was a miscalculation; I was so caught up in the pleasure that he made a move.
With you and Moran participating in this war, it’s really interesting... Just like our hunts on the plains in the past."
Gilgash felt more excitent and joy than anger towards Moran.
He was happy for the reunion with his brother and best friend.
His older brother was still the sa bastard, Enkidu was as dangerous as ever, and he was still arrogant and overbearing.
The three of them had gathered here across ti and space.
Even though they hadn’t t yet, what could be more joyful than this?
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