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Excalibur Galatine belonged to Gawain, one of the Knights of the Round Table. Although its origin was also the so-called 'Holy Sword Durandal,' because it didn't possess the high degree of consistency in legend like 'Excalibur' (Sword of Promised Victory), it still appeared within Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon.
If he were to use the 'Sword of Rupture, Ea,' perhaps even the sea would be cleaved apart. The small island behind him, and the Knight Princess on that island who had just pledged allegiance to him, would probably sink into the seabed together. After all, she was a knight of noble character and unparalleled strength that he had found with great difficulty; he couldn't just let her die from the aftershocks of his attack.
With this thought, Gilgamesh not only chose Excalibur Galatine, which was slightly more 'gentle' in power, but also intentionally reduced its maximum output.
However, even this was more than enough. The golden pillar of light, formed from the fire of the sun, directly vaporized the sea it swept over into mist. And in the next moment, that mist was also dispersed by the pillar of light.
Sure enough, those two troublesome crows – it was unknown if even fragments remained – had definitely returned to mythology. At such close range, taking the impact of this A-rank or higher Noble Phantasm, even a god would fall directly, right?
Gilgamesh looked towards the Heretic God entangled by the Chains of Heaven with this thought. However, to his surprise, the Heretic Odin had not fallen. But he couldn't be said to be unscathed either. His golden-cast crown had completely vanished, and burn marks were left all over his body. It could be said that even the most basic dignity of a god was not preserved.
"Truly impressive strength. Unfortunately, you cannot kill me!"
Odin looked at his four divine beasts all killed by Gilgamesh, a trace of sorrow inevitably appearing on his face. However, it was quickly replaced by fighting spirit. If not for the Chains of Heaven binding him, Odin probably would have already pierced Gilgamesh's chest with 'Gungnir.'
But, unfortunately, this battle was unequal from the very beginning. Gilgamesh, possessing the 'Chains of Heaven,' could easily defeat not just a mere Odin, but even if the entire Norse pantheon descended as Heretic Gods.
"I bear the symbol of the 'King of the Dead'! No matter what, you cannot kill me!" Odin said, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. His descent this time involved no overly heroic struggle, nor did he claim the enemy's head. He couldn't even achieve a death worthy of being recorded in mythology. For a Heretic God, this was indeed a terrible situation.
"Mongrel, do you truly believe that among this King's treasures, there is no Noble Phantasm capable of killing you?" A trace of arrogance appeared on Gilgamesh's face. He casually tossed aside the 'Excalibur Galatine' in his hand. The longsword directly turned into golden dust of light and returned to the Gate of Babylon.
Then, he leaned slightly. Beside him, another golden ripple bloomed in the air. What was retrieved from it was an ordinary long-handled scythe. It was a Noble Phantasm named Harpe, capable of severing space and nullifying the attribute of 'immortality.'
"So that's it. The Noble Phantasm wielded by Perseus, who killed Medusa in Greek mythology?" Odin looked at the Noble Phantasm flickering with an ominous silver light, a helpless smile on his face.
"You truly have many Noble Phantasms, King of Heroes. You are indeed worthy of your title as the Oldest King." As he said this, not a trace of unwillingness or fear appeared on his face. Even as Heretic Gods, it didn't mean they had forsaken the pride belonging to gods. These Heretic Gods would not show a sliver of fear even in death. However, since they would return to mythology anyway, perhaps there was no need to fear.
"Truly noisy, mongrel!" Gilgamesh's face still held that arrogant expression. Or perhaps, for him, defeating such a god was not an achievement worthy of boasting about. In other words, if even he, possessing the Chains of Heaven, couldn't defeat him, then he, as the King of Heroes, would be too incompetent. So-called Heretic Gods – none of them were his match. This was established from the beginning, from the moment he arrived in this world.
Next, with disdain on his face, Gilgamesh lightly swung the Harpe in his hand. The silver scythe viciously pierced Odin's neck, then severed his head. Golden divine blood poured directly into the sea.
At this moment, a god had fallen.
"Truly not worth mentioning, mongrel!" Gilgamesh lightly released the Noble Phantasm in his hand. Harpe, too, with a gentle breeze, turned into golden dust of light and returned to the Gate of Babylon.
However, this god-slaying seemed not to end so easily. Streaks of red light appeared on Odin's body. They were Original Runes. Odin, as the 'God of Magic,' possessed the highest level of ability in magic use. And now dead, what he summoned using his own body could only be an extremely high-level existence.
It was a dragon. A dragon with jet-black scales and blood-red eyes. The world-ending demon dragon, named 'Nidhogg.'
It bit down, shattering Odin's corpse, then its golden, immensely pressuring draconic eyes stared intently at Gilgamesh. Undoubtedly, this Oldest King before it was also on its menu.
"Mongrel, so this was your purpose? Truly laughable." Gilgamesh looked at the demon dragon that had suddenly appeared from the air and couldn't help but show a disdainful smile. He had countless ways to defeat this enemy. Even if the Chains of Heaven were ineffective against it, he never lacked dragon-slaying Noble Phantasms.
Nidhogg roared, looking at the golden figure standing on the Ship of Light before it. Its golden draconic eyes, each the size of a full person, were filled with killing intent. Then, with a dragon's roar, this demon dragon charged towards Gilgamesh with immense power.
"Well then, just obediently go die!" Watching the charging demon dragon, a hint of killing intent also appeared in Gilgamesh's eyes. Such a provocation towards him was an act of disrespect in itself! So, even if this demon dragon was summoned, its fall would only serve to establish Gilgamesh's majesty!
Gilgamesh watched the charging demon dragon until the patterns on its black scales were faintly visible. Seeing the demon dragon already opening its fanged maw, Gilgamesh showed no trace of panic. He lightly reached behind him.
A platinum-colored longsword appeared in Gilgamesh's hand. Then, he softly uttered the true name of that sword.
"Sword of Power-Severing Blessing (Ascalon)!"