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With that bustling sound, the prelude to early morning was slowly drawn open.
The gentle light of early morning pierced through the mottled ancient window, entwined with green vines.
Even though the divine power of a Heretic God had just recently enveloped this island, these completely oblivious, innocent tourists, whether out of ignorance of fear or recklessness, were happily enjoying the unique sunshine of this tourist destination.
Without a doubt, what this island was facing was, even by global standards, the largest and most terrifying natural disaster.
That power, named Heretic God, was so extraordinary, far exceeding the considerations of those fools.
But this was also good; at least they could still find a considerable amount of happiness on the golden beaches of Sardinia.
Until death.
Dying in the aftermath of the battle between the Demon King and the Heretic God.
However, at this very moment, one of the two natural disasters, the fellow named King of Heroes, was enjoying delicacies that would undoubtedly be hard-earned for others.
It was an extremely luxurious long dining table. On the table, several meters long, were laid out exquisite and rare delicacies. At this moment, only that one person was leisurely savoring them.
The man named King of Heroes was still dressed in an unremarkable motorcycle suit, but those originally cheap clothes instead accentuated his inherent nobility even more.
Behind him, respectfully standing in attendance, was a beauty who was impeccable from every angle.
To Gilgamesh's right was Lilianna, a girl with silvery-white, dazzlingly lustrous long hair. Her sanctity, so pure it made it somewhat difficult to look away, and the resolve on her face, carried a unique meaning.
As a knight to the Most Ancient King, at this moment, whether it was her own strength, her external beauty, or even the most important loyalty in her heart, it would not be an exaggeration to say she was perfect.
To his left was the one called the 'Witch of Sardinia,' a fellow who had existed for a hundred years. Although an old hag, she still looked to have the charm of a woman around thirty.
However, at this moment, the condition of this witch, who exuded a foul aura from her very bones, could be considered extremely poor.
In her jewel-like eyes, faint but unignorable bloodshot veins could be seen, coupled with a slightly haggard expression.
Undoubtedly, this woman, in order to recover her just-depleted magical power, must have used some extraordinary method; otherwise, she wouldn't have shown such a miserable state before the King.
However, for her, this was also worthwhile. To have such an obvious opportunity to offer her loyalty to the strong one who had slaughtered a Heretic God, to express her intentions – if she didn't seize it, it would be the most foolish thing of all.
...
Slowly, he lightly chewed the bacon in his mouth, specially airlifted from Orleans.
Gilgamesh indifferently experienced the explosive Burnt aroma and the undeniable rich aroma in his mouth, frowning slightly.
Perhaps to others, it was already a rare, even most unattainable delicacy, but to the King of Heroes, it was merely at a level that was barely palatable.
However, he wasn't someone extremely picky about food.
Especially before there was a more important matter, an absolutely unignorable matter.
"Lucrezia-kyō."
It was a clear voice, with a barely perceptible hoarseness, yet no matter how one listened, it carried an unparalleled magnetic quality.
"That mongrel who dared to touch this King's territory, and even slaughter this King's people – has its location been made clear?"
The King spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of casualness, but if anyone dared to utter a single word of refusal, they would undoubtedly be separated from their head.
Fortunately, Lucrezia also understood just how noble, how arrogant the existence she served was.
This woman, with an overly mature figure and an age that was definitely excessive, gently bent her waist, and only after performing a neither servile nor overbearing courtesy did she slowly reply.
"Preparations are complete. As soon as you give the order, we can find the whereabouts of the Eastern God of War, Verethragna."
She forcefully suppressed the tremor in her voice; the pallor on her pretty face, originally from exhaustion, deepened a little more.
"Is that so."
Gilgamesh gave an noncommittal, slight nod, then slowly swallowed the last piece of bacon on his plate.
However, it seemed he no longer had the time to leisurely savor delicacies.
It was a slight tremor, perhaps to a degree that someone not very perceptive might not even feel.
But, along with it, an aura that made him slightly nauseous, named divine power, suddenly appeared in the air at this instant.
"I see. So you finally crawled out of your rat hole, mongrel."
Scarlet eyes, as if reflecting mountains of corpses and seas of blood, slowly opened.
Gilgamesh murmured softly, as if the one he was about to face was not the most terrifying natural disaster in this world, named Heretic God, but some boring piece of trash.
Perhaps, to this King, the so-called opponent he was about to face was not even as good as ordinary trash.
As he rose from the exquisite wooden rattan chair, specks of golden light suddenly appeared in the air, then, with a slight joy, they revolved around this King.
Layers of armor, with a golden luster, its surface polished to a gleaming shine, emerged from the King's body and then enveloped him.
Then, after receiving permission from her lord, Lucrezia activated her magic.
With a distortion of space, everyone appeared before this ancient building.
In front of them, above them, stood a youth with handsome features, standing proudly.
With every move he made, he was constantly proclaiming his majesty to the surroundings.
That oppressive feeling, as heavy as steel, as viscous as fresh blood, and sharper than any sword, heavily crushed down upon these helpless humans.
That was a god, that was a Heretic God, that was the Eastern God of War.
He was the incarnation of victory, he was the one destined to be victorious.
His name, Verethragna!