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The white steed, the scorching flames of the sun, signify Verethragna's authority, signifying the punishment meted out to those who hold evil.
Even a prosperous city would be instantly annihilated under this single blow. Even the most robust defenses would find it difficult to completely withstand this attack.
In fact, even having the 'Rho Aias' would be very difficult to defend against it. No, even having defenses equivalent to seven layers of city walls might be too insignificant against this attack of such grand momentum.
Let alone blocking it, even providing a slight hindrance would be empty talk.
However, for Gilgamesh, it was merely this much.
Whether it was the white horse of the sun, or the scorching flames of punishment,
No matter how powerful it appeared, no matter how overbearing, to this oldest of kings, it was utterly meaningless.
Enuma Elish, Sword of Rupture, or something else.
A peerless Noble Phantasm with such a name, signifying the concept of separating the world.
At this moment, it was about to bloom forth its most magnificent, most spectacular side.
No matter what it was, a god of disobedience, or the entire world, it was enough to easily erase it.
"Feel honored, mongrel, in this world, you are the first one to witness its grandeur!"
Gilgamesh said sharply, his handsome face flashing with the will named arrogance. On his slightly curved lips, he silently proclaimed his pride.
That was his greatest reliance, and in this world, a power that absolutely could not be surpassed.
No matter what it was, no matter how powerful something was, at least, at this moment, there was nothing in this world that could withstand a single blow from this Enuma Elish.
Therefore.
"You can feel proud that you made this King use Enuma Elish, mongrel."
It was a blend of frustration and exhilaration, accompanied by absolute, absolute contempt and disdain.
"Then, as a compliment for acknowledging your will, turn to dust!"
Contained within the merciless words was unparalleled confidence. The proud king, at the moment he decided to unleash that blow, the battle had already ended.
Then, immediately following.
Streaks of crystal clear, scarlet trees woven from crystal appeared in mid-air at the king's command.
Those twinkling, radiant dust motes floating on the trees were precisely the treasures of Gilgamesh, existing as spiritual entities, his treasury named 'Gate of Babylon'.
At this moment, all of this was completely revealed.
Then, faint golden dust motes slowly gathered, gathering in Gilgamesh's hand.
A golden, pale golden, shimmering sphere of not-so-dazzling gold.
It was a spherical object, like the Earth.
As this golden, Earth-like sphere slowly rotated.
Something was retrieved.
An unparalleled will, instantly, undeniably, crushed down upon this world.
That was an extremely mysterious weapon,
Merely looking at its appearance, it was somewhat overly strange.
It had a hilt, and a guard. Even the blade was the size of a typical longsword.
However, especially in the most important blade section, it differed greatly from ordinary sharp weapons.
Three cylindrical sections in total. The front section was a blunt blade twisted into a spiral shape.
At this moment, these three cylindrical sections were slowly rotating at different speeds.
That's right, this was not a sword.
This was something that existed before the concept of 'sword' appeared. Naturally, it should not possess the form of a sword.
It was something created before humans appeared.
Three cylindrical sections, resembling grinding stones, echoed the changes of celestial bodies. Forces equivalent to crustal movements made them interlock with each other.
In Gilgamesh's hand raised above his head, the Sword of Rupture was gradually increasing its rotation speed.
Gradually, each rotation was faster than the last, each second quicker than the previous one.
At this moment, the fire of the sun, the final white steed, was also gradually forming.
A snow-white, pure white, purely white steed, snorting loudly, was facing the king.
"Awaken, Enuma Elish, your suitable stage has been built!"
Those arrogant words, spoken with a tone of slight pride, were uttered from Gilgamesh's mouth.
The face of this oldest of kings was filled with arrogant killing intent, without a single trace of pity for his enemy.
At this moment, the hilt burst forth with a roar like a hurricane howling. Simultaneously, endless magic power dispersed from within.
"Truly, a scene exaggerated enough. Indeed, this trip was not in vain."
Verethragna's faint smile disappeared from his face. Even though at this moment his handsome face could still maintain a composed expression, his pure, gem-like eyes held incomparable shock.
At this moment, the white steed, carrying unparalleled power, had already charged more than halfway. It was already within close proximity of the golden king.
In just an instant, it could turn him to ashes.
But,
Immediately following, the divine sword, arrogantly stirring up fierce winds, rotated non-stop, performing a miracle as if of creation.
The Heroic King, clad in golden armor, once again declared loudly with confidence.
"Look up, Separation of Heaven and Earth, Star of Creation!"
Heaven cried out, the earth trembled.
Massive magic power, bound under the crushing force of the universe's laws, was released.
At this moment, this world was shaking, even wailing helplessly.
Streaks of scarlet light, light signifying the destruction of the world, fiercely lunged towards the flashing white steed and towards Verethragna.
"Truly, a bit too strong."
The god of disobedience named Verethragna, looking at the gradually approaching red light, which easily turned the white steed into nothingness, couldn't help but reveal a helpless smile.
"Then, for now, I shall acknowledge your status as the victor."
In Verethragna's tone, there was unwillingness, annoyance, and perhaps, a hint of joy.
He sighed faintly, looking at the approaching scarlet light, and at the gradually shattering world, turning into layers of faults.
"I hope to have another battle with you, another battle like an epic, like a myth, incomparably splendid."
Immediately after, the scarlet light fiercely engulfed his body.
His incredibly sturdy form gradually turned into dust and was then expelled from the world.
Radiant, golden divine blood scattered onto the already shattered earth, staining it with golden traces.
Only the handsome young man remained, his words unwilling.
"Then, I look forward to our next battle, Heroic King!"
That Eastern War God, the undefeated Verethragna,
Thus, returned to myth!