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The Spiral Sword, also known as the Neon Sword.
However, whether it was its bizarre form or its unparalleled might, both were utterly terrifying.
At the very least, to break through the oncoming tornado, it could be said to be more than enough.
This legendary Noble Phantasm, capable of easily pulverizing three mountain peaks with a mere forceful swing, was indeed a bit of an overkill to use against such a storm.
However, Gilgamesh's hand, covered in gleaming, polished golden armor, already firmly gripped the azure hilt.
At any moment, a simple, effortless swing would be enough to end this seemingly invincible storm.
And this was precisely what this King was doing.
"Kaladbolg!"
The King, who had effortlessly released its True Name, aimed the spiral longsword at the attacking storm and swung it fiercely.
And the corners of his slightly upturned mouth slowly curved into a ferocious smile.
It was a rainbow.
A sword light, like a rainbow, extended for tens of meters.
Whether it was the magically reinforced walls, the already messy courtyard, or the storm that had reached a height of a hundred meters, all were casually bisected by that rainbow-colored sword light.
No, this was not the end.
That rainbow-colored sword light, with undiminished momentum, continued to rush towards Verethragna.
With an aura capable of severing everything, tearing everything apart, it assailed the faintly smiling Heretic God.
However, this magnificent sword light was facing an absolutely unreasonable Heretic God.
Crimson, vermilion, a burning red light faintly covered Verethragna's body.
The authority named 'Phoenix,' or rather, the ability as one of the 'Ten Incarnations,' was 'opened.'
It was an unparalleled swiftness, a speed unattainable by humans.
Even light, even such a surging light, was easily dodged.
Verethragna was different from that half-baked Kusanagi Godou; at least, he wouldn't suffer heart-wrenching pain from using 'Phoenix.'
And this divine speed was also the most troublesome thing for Gilgamesh.
Verethragna casually dodged the surging attack, and the rainbow-like sword light naturally plowed a deep trench hundreds of meters long into the solid earth.
"Ha, what unparalleled might indeed. What is that, a Noble Phantasm, a Divine Armament, or some miracle woven by humans?"
Verethragna spoke softly, his tone tinged with surprise and admiration, then his tone suddenly changed.
"However, it is precisely this, precisely this, precisely because there are such interesting developments one after another, that this duel, this war, is so interesting, that victory is so delightful to me!"
His face was etched with a ferocious expression, yet it did not mar the unparalleled beauty of his delicate features in the slightest.
"Then."
He spoke softly, then slowly raised his snow-white arms. With a slight exertion of force, the faint purple veins became clearly visible.
"Thou hast violated the rules, bringing sin upon the world. The Lord declares—sinners must be punished. Shatter their spines, dig out their bones, hair, and brains, trample their blood and mud together. If I am one whom sharp fangs cannot approach, then I shall obey the Lord's word and deliver a crushing hammer to those who violate the rules!"
He chanted softly, those incantations that absolutely could not be ignored, or perhaps, it would be more appropriate to call them prayers.
A faint, crimson phantom materialized in front of the youth.
Its enormous size made even Gilgamesh's face turn slightly pale.
Not because of fear or anything else, but simply in terms of volume, it was indeed no different from the 'Bull of Heaven.'
It was a pig,
An unparalleled wild boar.
Its utterly ferocious tusks, its terrifyingly robust muscles, constantly declared its existence to this world.
Then, this wild boar threw back its head and let out a mighty, long howl.
Not that ridiculous, pig-slaughtering sound.
But something else, something that would absolutely instill terror in the powerless.
Even the knights and witches who had already moved hundreds of meters away from here couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
They softly chanted the names of their respective monarchs, then all knelt on one knee, prostrating themselves heavily on the ground.
However, the instant that long howl sounded, the God of War of the East, or rather, the youth named Verethragna, softly recited that tongue-twisting incantation.
"The boar shall crush thee, the boar shall trample thee beyond recognition!"
It was still that impassioned incantation, but this time, it was precisely a blessing for that wild boar.
Azure flames suddenly, abruptly, surged from the wild boar's body, scorching the earth and everything else.
This time, this wild boar, in terms of strength, could probably be compared to the so-called 'Bull of Heaven.'
Without waiting for Verethragna's command, the wild boar, filled with killing intent, rushed straight towards Gilgamesh.
Those white tusks, those crimson muscles, coupled with those grayish-blue flames ignited by divine power, and its unparalleled speed, truly possessed an unforgettable might.
However, if used against the King who was called the Oldest King, it would merely be a laughingstock.
"Damn mongrel, it would be enough for you to die looking down at the ground. To dare look at this King with such disrespectful eyes, you truly deserve ten thousand deaths!"
It was still that absolutely arrogant tone, as if the giant wild boar rushing towards him was so insignificant.
However, for Gilgamesh, it was indeed insignificant.
One after another, golden 'flower buds' bloomed layer by layer in the air.
Dozens, hundreds of gates of light, gradually opened.
Whether they were sharp swords, treasured sabers, long halberds, or short ge-daggers, all slowly revealed their awe-inspiring forms from within those layers of golden ripples.
The King's Treasury, or the Gate of Babylon, whatever name it was called, was insufficient to describe the nobility of this Noble Phantasm.
Then, it was a torrential rain of light, a torrential rain of light constructed from Noble Phantasms.
One Noble Phantasm after another, existences with unparalleled renown in history, were shot out like a volley of arrows.
In the next moment, that originally extremely arrogant wild boar was instantly pierced, severed, and smashed.
Whether it was the flames constructed from azure divine power, the crimson, sturdy fur, the crimson muscles, or the snow-white, sharp tusks, none of them held for even an instant before being easily pulverized.
The wild boar slowly collapsed a few meters in front of Gilgamesh.
That was an absolutely uncrossable distance, an absolute gap in strength.
However, the death of this wild boar also allowed Verethragna to achieve his original intention.
Abruptly appearing before Gilgamesh, at a distance of merely these few meters, a distance that absolutely could not be considered a distance.
That figure, wreathed in a radiance of bluish-brown, crimson, and golden yellow.
Clenching both fists, rushing towards Gilgamesh, a slender yet imposing figure.
And, in Gilgamesh's eyes, that gradually enlarging steel fist, wreathed in incomparably dense divine power, capable of deciding the victor.
"Take this blow, and then hand over the victory you so tightly grip, O King of Heroes!"