Snowfield, twenty kiloters above the city.
"Co on, hurry up and co in."
The silver-haired woman radiated a shimring light.
Every breath she took was exhaling pure true ether, and even the space around her was undergoing qualitative changes.
"Good, good, although it was pulled from a branch that seed to have no connection to anywhere, well, it’s only for a short period, so it doesn’t matter if it’s not there, right? If it were from that era, I should barely be able to use my authorities."
The silver-haired woman showed a joyful smile.
As if looking at a cute pet.
Deep within the distant dark clouds.
There seed to be an incredibly huge figure moving, and the lightning it released was its roar.
"Don’t worry, I won’t take action before you arrive. Let’s all take revenge together. This ti, we’ll properly teach that rude and ungrateful guy a lesson. Once you arrive here, I’ll imdiately restore you to your original form...
Look forward to it—Bull of Heaven, Gugalanna!"
The identity of the silver-haired woman was obvious.
Although she had a smile on her face,
it was filled with what could be described as terrifying emotions, so cold that it made one tremble.
The Bull of Heaven had been killed by Moran along with Gilgash and Enkidu, and this Bull of Heaven was one that she had dragged over from another tiline.
The sudden change in atmospheric pressure before their eyes
was a sign of the Bull of Heaven’s manifestation.
The silver-haired woman was not the only one in the sky; Francesca’s workshop was also there.
The airship floating in mid-air was it.
Even with the use of Arica’s most advanced technology and the magical ans applied by Francesca,
it was still like duckweed on the sea in the face of the storm’s pressure, with the risk of falling at any mont.
"Seriously...can’t the goddess get angry sowhere else?"
"Taking on a broken goddess...that’s not fun at all!"
Francesca and François trembled.
In the face of the gods’ majesty, they could only cower in the workshop, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Snowfield, city center, church.
A torrential rain of Noble Phantasms poured down, and a shimring afterimage moved freely within it.
This was the battlefield of Gilgash and Richard.
However, there was a voice without any sense of tension coming from within.
"Look at what this beautiful appearance is all about! Just holding it feels like having an army of thousands! It’s not just about the amount of magical power it contains, look at the crafting skills, the techniques, and the creation!
I know that even if you remove any of the decorations, it can still express everything with a simple sense of completeness!"
Richard dodged the constantly falling Noble Phantasms.
At the sa ti, he grabbed a sword stuck in the ground and used it to deflect the flying spears and blades.
He marveled at the sword’s performance.
His eyes sparkled with brilliant light.
"If each of these weapons is a creation of the planet, wouldn’t it be both the source and the form of fertile soil!
Hey! You! These are really great! Do all the weapons around you have this level of quality? To be able to throw them around without hesitation!
Ah! I’ll be frank and pay my respects to you for this! You’re really great, I’m so envious!"
Richard’s face showed an expression of envy.
That genuine thought from the bottom of his heart was directly expressed, so sincere that it made people laugh.
If one didn’t see the two fighting so fiercely,
passersby would probably think they were just chatting and laughing.
Each Noble Phantasm that flew out was dangerous enough to take a life, and Richard would die here if he was not careful.
"Hahahaha! Of course, who do you think I am? There are no ordinary items in my treasury."
Gilgash was very pleased with the praise.
He showed off a smug smile, like the envious gaze one might cast at the neighbor’s child.
At the sa ti, he noticed sothing.
"Hey kid, looking at how excited you are, that sword you brought at the beginning was just for show, wasn’t it? You’re supposed to be Moran’s successor, but you don’t have your own sword?"
"Well... my situation is special. I spent my whole life searching for the legendary holy sword, but I never found it. Maybe that’s what’s etched into my spirit origin, and why I am the way I am now..."
Richard said in a light tone.
A continuous rain of swords, accompanied by Gilgash’s voice, reached Richard’s ears.
"Ha! I see, so that’s how it is? Hahahaha, look at you, so pathetic! You’re just too pitiful."
"Um... what’s your relationship with the previous king? Could it be... a great senior? A super-heroic spirit who’s already graduated?"
"Fool! I am always active! Can’t you understand by looking at my flawless skin? To , all who call themselves heroes are juniors. As the one who was born at the pinnacle, I can only wait for you to climb up."
Gilgash stretched out his hand.
A sword was pulled from the Gate of Babylon.
"Oh, as the King of Britain, I offer my sincere respect to the first king. If possible, I hope your radiance will continue to shine until the very end. That would probably beco a guiding light for my own goals."
Richard said sincerely.
He sensed a similar aura to Moran from Gilgash, and couldn’t help but be moved.
Despite Gilgash’s arrogant words.
But, this is indeed the truth.
As the decisive mont to separate humans from gods, the very first king who truly led the extension of human reason.
Gilgash is the first hero of mankind.
The heroes before him could only be considered heroes of the age of gods, humans under the rule of gods.
The first to lead humanity to break away from the gods.
Is the Hero King, Gilgash.
Without him, the progress of human reason would be greatly delayed.
His achievents need no further explanation.
"Of course, I will always shine. You guys can just fly around like flies."
Gilgash nodded approvingly.
As the saying goes, sincerity is the best weapon.
This is absolutely true.
Even Gilgash, who is used to being flattered, is not immune to Richard’s sincere praise.
He can tell at a glance whether it’s insincere flattery.
He has that much discernnt.
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