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On that delicate face, a trace of killing intent seemed faintly hidden.
Gilgamesh couldn't help but reveal a playful expression.
Feeling the aura of 'death' surging within the figure in his arms, he accepted this strike without hesitation.
That was the 'Authority of Death,' or perhaps, it would be a bit excessive to consider it an authority, because she had not yet recovered her 'Trinity Goddess' form. Therefore, the efficacy of that authority was not much better compared to high-level sorcery.
At the very least, it must be performed in a certain way to be able to wield that power, which signifies death, within the body of the Godslayer.
However, that was as far as it went.
"This servant wants the Stone of Ishtar."
The young girl with moonlight-silver hair said this, her voice completely unstoppable.
No, compared to "Four Six Seven" saying she was talking to Gilgamesh, it would be more fitting to say she was chanting an incantation.
"This servant must obtain the Stone of Ishtar."
This repeated insistence seemed to prove the extremely certain will in her heart, her pure white, delicate face was covered in a faint trace of worry.
"Give up, Gilgamesh. This servant will seize your breath and life, and set forth into the dark abyss, into the cold underworld!"
But even so, that incantation, accompanied by a chilling aura, entered Gilgamesh's body.
This authority was named 'Death.'
At that moment, Gilgamesh felt his body rapidly growing cold. He seemed to see the flame of his life rapidly burning out.
But what did that mean?
The extinguished flame of life, just barely broken, was like a false illusion, flourishing once more. The cold body turned warm again.
Without a doubt, this 'Death,' whether it was the Godslayer or any being walking on the earth, was an irresistible force that was nullified without a single pause.
But Athena didn't notice any of this, still relentlessly pouring her divine power, named Death, into Gilgamesh.
She emptied her own power, filling the shell, which was like a bottomless abyss, with her divine power, time and time again, without hesitation.
And naturally, Gilgamesh never budged.
However, after a moment, he didn't know if it was because of the depletion of divine power, or if he realized that all of this was meaningless.
A trace of embarrassment mixed with anger slowly crossed Athena's face. Without a doubt, she realized that the other party had ignored her 'Death' authority.
Athena, who had always used 'Wisdom' as her symbol, couldn't help but reveal a hint of anger. On her usually serene and icy face, a faint flush of pale red anger also involuntarily emerged.
"How is it, not entertained enough yet?"
He spoke in a tone that was slightly dangerous, his fiery red eyes reflecting the bodies and blood of those who had died by his hand. He couldn't help but subtly look at the imposing woman in front of him.
Perhaps, if it were any woman he had seen before, aside from Enkidu, only Ishtar could be compared to her.
However, when he slaughtered the so-called gods in Sumer, Ishtar had never appeared, as if she didn't exist at all.
That damned bastard!
In Gilgamesh's eyes, a trace of intense killing intent, and an extremely piercing hatred, swiftly flashed.
Feeling this Godslayer before him, this man who was not particularly burly but was absolutely solid, Athena couldn't help but tremble slightly at the killing intent that radiated from him, which could be described as overwhelming.
Although she didn't know why, or even what it was for, in short, this man's unconcealed hatred and that undeniable killing intent made Athena, as an un-submitting goddess, feel a chill as if falling into a glacier.
Why was he angry? Why did he hate? Why did he wield such extreme cold killing intent?
She didn't know. She knew nothing.
But at this moment, Athena secretly complained about her own weakness and powerlessness. Having lost the Stone of Ishtar, she could not transform into the 'Trinity Goddess.' She didn't even qualify to be Gilgamesh's opponent.
This was undoubtedly a huge humiliation for her, being an un-submitting goddess and Athena.
Just as she was like a trembling small boat in a turbulent sea, simultaneously fearing Gilgamesh's killing intent and resenting her own powerlessness...
...
Without a doubt, that man, that Godslayer, that King of the Oldest Era, attacked her, the un-submitting goddess, just like that.
Her arm, wrapped in that black motorcycle suit, that thin clothing...
On her pure white, exquisitely delicate face, that trace of indifference, of transcending everything, had already gradually disappeared.
Although she didn't know why this man would act this way, she would never accept such simple condescension.
As the initial surprise and hesitation in Athena's heart gradually faded, feelings of shame and anger, and a sense of humiliation, once again dominated her mind.
The young girl's delicate arms fiercely pushed against Gilgamesh, even using the power of her un-submitting godhood.
But, without a trace of obstruction, the man who looked extremely unpleasant was gently and easily pushed away by her.
As if he had been intentionally let go, the man moved his lips without a trace of hesitation. That desperate meaning made Athena's heart feel somewhat discontent.
Then, the man used that incredibly arrogant tone and an undeniable arrogant demeanor, as if he were issuing an imperial decree.
"Become my companion, Athena!"