In the eyes of Tini who was standing by, the magical power wrapped in that strip of cloth was truly extraordinary. Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw the cloth wrapped in dense aura that looked like it was used by the god himself. "It's a different breath from the god I know, but is the source the same as the one in the center of the city..." For Gilgamesh, who claimed to hate God, that was a treasure that made him feel a little uncomfortable. But now that the 'Treasure of the King' has no effect on Alcides, there is no way to launch a sneak attack on him. "Master Gilgamesh!" Tini, who was observing the battle situation, was sweating all over and staring ahead at Alcides standing in front of Gilgamesh. The sense of shock emanating from his body was several times greater than before. The reason was easy to guess, because at this moment, red and black shadows of the same color as Alcides' body rose up at the same time, moving like a living creature. Hatred, fear, slander, remorse, jealousy, pity, anger, resignation, disgust, regret, despair, and therefore emptiness - ultimately turning into revenge. In the depths of the shadow where all kinds of blocked emotions are about to reach their limit, a voice resounds as if all listeners will be cursed.
Tini suddenly felt as if her heart had stopped. The King of Heroes, who seemed to be nonchalant about this, curled up the corners of his mouth like a critic appreciating a comedy. "You barbarian who has the means to kill me - I will admit that you are my enemy now." In the red and black that seemed to devour everything, the light of the King of Heroes seemed to be devoured as well, but at the same time, Gilgamesh, who was in the midst of these emotions, saw his magic power swell and rise. The answer is simple. The King of Heroes is just shooting the treasures in the treasury out of space. The way of deploying the Noble Phantasms this time was somewhat different from the previous ones. A large number of Noble Phantasms, each entangled with a huge amount of magical power, formed a huge wave. In the past, the Noble Phantasms were shot out monotonously, but this time they presented complex movements like a giant snake. The golden chains extending from the space in all directions constantly captured and bound the group of treasures while forcefully correcting their trajectories. Gilgamesh emerged from the red and black light, and just like that, he gathered the rain of Noble Phantasms into a waterfall, and fell with a fierce wave. It was like a giant golden dragon that kept swallowing the light shot out by the Avengers while advancing fiercely. "Bastard, the king's verdict on you is—" At the moment when he was about to make a judgment as a 'judge' instead of a king. The space was shaking, and the arrow was approaching. With a huge sound, the arrow and the treasure canceled each other out and turned into fragments and dissipated. A red and black magical storm swirled around, and a strong murderous intent approached the Judge. The King of Heroes had a cold expression and uttered a "tsk". Then, he slowly turned around and said to the Avenger Alcides who had landed on the edge in the opposite direction of his advance: "The mask has been taken off, clown? How come you actually accepted such an ugly self? You are such a pathetic fellow." Seeing the red and black magic wrapped around the other party, Gilgamesh did not feel any doubt and continued to speak casually: "In that case, I will allow you to take off the cloth and let me see how you cry." "...The tears I could shed have long since dried up. Ever since the day my future was taken away by the gods." After saying this as if he had seen through the origin of the magic power of the red and black mud, Gilgamesh asked Alcides tentatively:
"So, what do you want to do? Come and attack me while you still have the strength to spare. Although it is rude, it is the correct answer... But, do you really think I can't get rid of that level of filth?" "...Mighty King, you are right. As long as you use those treasures, these filth will not be worth mentioning." In contrast to the huge magic power swirling around him, Alcides was strangely calm, standing still in a relaxed manner. However, his limbs, without even exerting any strength, in the next instant contained a fierce aura as sharp as a blade, as if it could chop off the opponent's head. "But...weak warrior. It's not these filth that are going to slaughter you." "Oh?" "It is the madness that drowns the human spirit." At this time, Gilgamesh frowned again, forcibly suppressing the madness that appeared in his mind again, and then showed disdain. "Stupid, did you think I would make another mistake." In response, Alcides simply pulled the bow hard and shouted faintly: "Shoot a hundred of them." The bow bent violently, and at the moment when it seemed like it was about to break in two, the nine arrows, wrapped in ominous magic and with winding flight paths, looked like a giant snake, like the nine-headed snake described in the legend, trying to devour the Hero King. "Hydra's poison? Although it is common for the king to be poisoned, it is really too boring--" Just as the Hero King was about to open the door of the treasure and take out the antidote to the poison, at that moment, the scene before his eyes changed completely. This shows a fact, and that is an illusion. At this moment, in the cedar forest, a garden was born from the distortion of the laws of the earth created by the monsters in the forest. So, the next moment── Behind Gilgamesh resounded a roar that was different from that of humans. It was very similar to the sound of the earth that Enkidu sang about, but the sound quality was fundamentally different. It was not a beautiful song praising the earth and humans - but a roar that seemed to curse everything in this world, like the roar of a twisted monster. Looking at the monster in front of me, I know it is 'fake'... How is it possible that it is not fake?! It was for this reason that the King of Heroes showed surprise, anxiety, confusion... and a hint of "fear" in his eyes. He did not even have time to wonder why his Babylonian Treasury was closed. In the brief moment of thought, one of the approaching poisonous arrows pierced through the Hero King's shoulder. Soon after, his hands and feet were hit by the second and third arrows, and then all the vital points in his body, including his soul core, were pierced. "Asshole! How could you possibly...?" Facing death, the Hero King, with sweat on his forehead, angrily looked at Francesca who had recovered from her Humbaba appearance. Originally, he was on guard against this disgusting guy's illusion, but that Humbaba's voice was by no means fake, it was as if it had just been left behind. Francesca smiled condescendingly at the angry Hero King: "I didn't expect the Hero King to be so good at barking. Look at what this is." The purple-haired girl leisurely waved the key in her hand. It was the catalyst used by the original magician to summon the King of Heroes, and it was also the precious key that opened the surface door of the treasure house.
"You... bastard! Is that guy here too..." "Yes." Francesca nodded cutely. "Before the goddess left, she left this thing behind. She even had the sound of a puppy barking engraved on it. It was so that whoever gets it later can enjoy it well~" ".......The reverberation of that guy——" The Hero King, who insisted on his own will, did not show any unbearable expression even when facing death. He just stared blankly at the Bull of Heaven that slowly appeared in the center of the city. Then, a few seconds later, the Hero King suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, how shameful! Goddess of fertility Ishtar! How could you die so quickly!" After saying this, the Hero King's spiritual base completely disappeared. Francesca glanced at Tini, the Master of the Hero King, who was already in grief, and said to Alcides nonchalantly: "I'll leave that brat to you... If you want to have any hope of winning against him, how about joining hands with him? After all, folly and madness are where I come from! Ahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The purple-haired girl's voice still gave people an innocent feeling, and her crazy laughter echoed all around. When the laughter died down, Alcides slowly walked towards Tini who was holding the body of the Hero King in pain. "...Little devil, no matter what, you won't give in and leave?" In response to the Avenger's speech, the crying girl nodded. "The king told me to leave quickly, but, but, I can't do this..." "Is that so? Just as you have people you must protect, I also have things I must plunder. There is no need for us to understand each other. If there is someone who can compromise with my intentions, such a vicious person will only be an enemy on my road." Those who are hostile to me will be defeated, and those who are reconciled with me will be destroyed. Although it sounded completely irrational, Alcides still spoke his words to the girl who could be killed with just one strike. "So, what I am about to do is kill you." The black-haired girl's legs were shaking, but even so, she still didn't look away. The Avenger raised his bow and swung it down without any emotion. The next moment, the red and black light illuminated the entire canyon. At this moment, only loneliness existed here, and the girl who fell on the body of the Hero King. Alcides turned and left, and slowly said to the white light that was about to dissipate in front of him: "Thank you for saving me from the attack from the King of Heroes." Although the white light didn't open his mouth, the Avengers knew what he meant: "But I am you." "Anyway, thank you for not giving up on me." ....... At this moment, inside the Xueyuan City Police Station. "It's really hard to believe that you would come here..."
Orlando Revi, the police chief of Snowfield City, looked at his servant in front of him with surprise. The false magician, Alexandre Dumas. "Oh, oh, actually I don't want to either. After all, I'm very weak." Dumas sighed and drank a sip of water. "I have no choice but to do that. I have to concentrate on dealing with the Holy Grail War. I finally formed an alliance with Karl. Ah no, since he calls himself Charlemagne, I'll just follow his request. I finally formed an alliance with Charlemagne and thought victory was not far away." Although the director thought that it was probably the usual frivolous talk, it was also true that the magician's words occasionally contained important information, so the director decided not to have too high expectations and wait for the other party to speak. "Then why now——" Before the director finished speaking, Dumas shook his chair vigorously, showing a self-deprecating expression and said: "Hey, man, seriously, why don't we surrender? No matter how you look at it, there's no chance of winning. I can't even get past that mine." "......Yeah." "Hey, Director, I'm not kidding. Although I'm the one who created heroes, I don't have the power to compete with the great men who are close to God." "You have already determined that that person is Novia, the founder of the church, but can this level of ritual really be used to summon her? Moreover, from the perspective of the magic world, shouldn't Novia be in a world where the Age of Gods has disappeared? Logically, shouldn't she be able to compare with the heroes of the Age of Gods?" "Hey man, it's not that simple." Then Dumas gave his master a wry smile mixed with pity. "People who are new to magic may think so, but according to the actual sources, Novia was born on the day when Jesus ascended to heaven and died. And in the end, Jesus, as the savior promoted by the church, is not just a simple belief. And brother, Novia is not just the founder of the church. Under the blockade of the four seas, on the British Isles where the mystery is difficult to leak out, the "Clock Tower", one of the current magic bases, relies on the relics he left behind in the Roman Empire. The gap in London's underground is very huge, and the flesh and blood that is so abundant in mystery seems to have been filled by Emperor Nero at his will. In other words, the mystery of the ruins used in the clock tower now depends on him. " At this point Dumas paused for a moment, and then he spoke in a heavy tone, as if deliberately addressing the director. "Brother, do you know what Novia was called in our time? Perhaps he is still called that now." "The Holy One, that should be it." "No, it's called the Holy Spirit." This sentence was full of weight. It was just one sentence, but it was enough to make the director fall into silence. If he really is a being in the Trinity, how could there be any possibility of victory against him? "But if he is really such a person, why did he participate in the Holy Grail War?" The director questioned Dumas suspiciously, as he spoke in a pretentious manner. "Who knows? It's just speculation. Some people say that King Avia of the Huns and him are actually the same person. But don't spread that rumor. El-Melloi's gang doesn't believe that the two are the same person. After all, it's not an exaggeration to say that the Association and the Church are essentially blood enemies." As he spoke, Dumas seemed to recall something and continued: "You know the Count of Monte Cristo?" "Well, that's a character that appears in the novel you wrote." "No, no, no." Dumas shook his head. "Edmond Dantès is a real person, I am just the writer, but, in fact, what I mean is that whether Novia is a holy spirit is the same as Edmond, the Count of Monte Cristo."
".....I don't understand? You can explain it more simply, or stop beating around the bush. There are only two of us here, there's no need to be like this." "Monte Cristo means literally Monte Cristo, yes, Christ." 180: Arteluqi (4k5)