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Closer,
Right within reach.
The young girl's slender, delicate, seemingly fragile calves, which made one want to hold and play with them, stomped hard on the solid earthen ground.
The solid ground let out a helpless wail, and the soil was sent flying, scattering about.
It was a speed several times that of sound. The deafening boom from breaking the atmospheric barrier resounded through the air.
Whether it was rubble or leaves, all were thrown into the air, scattering with the storm.
The young girl, like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, lunged towards the giant who stood a full two meters tall.
That was a god. Even if it was a Heretic God, it was undoubtedly like striking a stone with an egg.
Looking at the ferocious grin on the god's face, and its gradually clenching arm, rippling with solid muscle.
Without a doubt, it was aimed at her.
If she rushed forward, it would crush her delicate face along with her small head.
Liliana felt her throat go slightly dry. Unparalleled fear flooded her heart.
Perhaps, if I fail, I will surely die!
But, for the king she pledged allegiance to, for her comrades, for the path of a knight, she must press forward without hesitation!
The young girl suppressed the fear in her heart and fiercely raised the platinum-colored holy sword in her hand.
As long as this sword strikes.
As long as I strike with this sword, my own life no longer matters.
Life or death, her own life, none of it mattered anymore.
Therefore.
The little remaining fear in the depths of her eyes vanished like smoke.
Then,
An will called resolution filled her heart.
The sharp holy sword and that sturdy right wrist drew closer, closer.
At this moment, whether it was the ferocity on Melqart's face or the resolution displayed by Liliana, together with heaven and earth, they painted an incomparably beautiful scroll.
But, the resolution on the young girl's face gradually transformed into the cunning of a successful ploy.
It's over.
She thought as such, letting out a slight sigh of relief, feeling the roar of the wind around her as she threw herself into the God King's embrace.
Then, she chanted softly, her clear and crisp voice echoing in the limpid air.
"Durandal!"
And that God King revealed a disdainful expression.
"Truly overestimating your own abilities."
He lamented faintly, as if sighing for this young girl.
However, whether it was the bronze-colored wrist reaching out to grab the young girl, or the ferocious expression brimming with killing intent on his face, all indicated that he, was about to punish this blasphemer of gods!
Melqart awaited the moment fresh blood would bloom in his hand.
However, it never came.
His right arm, at this moment, he could no longer feel it.
"What's going on!"
The God King exclaimed in shock. Immediately, half of his body also seemed to have disappeared.
And the next moment, what entered his ears was that voice he detested immensely, a voice filled with extreme arrogance.
"Well done, Lady Liliana."
That demigod named Gilgamesh spoke such words that he couldn't comprehend.
Immediately, the God King discovered that his own body had been split in two, had been effortlessly sliced apart.
How is this possible!
He thought as such, thought with such anger.
"I have fortunately not failed my mission, My Liege!"
That young knight called Liliana, behind Melqart, lightly performed an extremely magnificent sword flourish, then sheathed the holy sword that had claimed the merit back into its luxurious scabbard.
Her exquisitely beautiful face, like that of a fairy, was brimming with the joy of having seized victory.
And Melqart, was silent.
However, just before the knights could begin to celebrate this hard-won victory, that arrogant voice belonging to a king rang out once more.
"Truly worthy of mongrels, to actually dare to hide and skulk like this before this King!"
On the golden Ship of Light, the man clad in polished, gleaming armor slightly opened his half-closed, crimson, snake-like pupils.
On his handsome face, which seemed as if carved by the most skilled artisan, a trace of extreme disdain appeared in his smile. The slight curve at the corner of his mouth silently proclaimed his contempt for that Heretic God.
"Chains of Heaven!"
Gilgamesh thus cried out the true name of that Noble Phantasm.
Golden ripples, one after another, appeared in the azure sky.
That was the Noble Phantasm called the Gate of Babylon (King's Treasure), which could be said to be the destination of all treasures in this world.
And the next moment, silver chains, one after another, shot out from those golden undulations, fiercely coiling in the air.
A faint golden spiritual body was slowly taking shape there.
"Damn it, how could you!"
That was precisely the God King named Melqart. At this moment, he was entangled in the air by the Chains of Heaven. The silver chains, one after another, left him no room to escape.
The Authority named 'God of the Underworld' had preserved his life, temporarily transforming him into a spiritual body. Once he found a temple belonging to him, he could reconstruct his physical form.
However, he probably wouldn't get this chance.
"Truly a lowly mongrel!"
Gilgamesh showed a contemptuous smile. His incomparably handsome face carried an expression of disdain.
The act of this Heretic God fleeing in the face of battle disgusted him immensely. Although he could understand retreating for various reasons to regroup, it did not mean this extremely arrogant King of Heroes could approve of it.
The next moment, golden lights, one after another, pierced through Melqart's spiritual body.
Those were blades, those were swords, those were halberds, those were ge*; they were, one by one, Noble Phantasms signifying the essence of this world, and also the proof of heroes.
These extremely precious existences were thrown by this King of Heroes with an utter lack of cherish. However, even so, Melqart, pierced by these several Noble Phantasms capable of harming spiritual bodies, was destined to perish.
With Melqart's complete death, the slightly gloomy azure sky thoroughly returned to clarity. And at this time, sounds like holy hymns, one after another, surrounded the bodies of the Heroic Spirit knights.
Without a doubt, this feat of godslaying had been acknowledged by the world. Although they could not become Godslayers, due to the special nature of Heroic Spirits, it was enough to transform this merit into incomparably powerful strength.
And among them, Liliana's body even faintly glowed with a golden light. That was the light called Divinity. Having just slain a god, she had also, at this moment, obtained the retained skill of a godslayer.
However, at this moment, none of these knights were intoxicated by their newly acquired power, as if the strength suffusing their limbs and bones was entirely natural.
They, in unison, half-knelt towards the figure in the sky, standing on the Ship of Light.
Then came voices, like a chant, filled with pride.
"We have fortunately not failed our mission, Our King!"