Gilgamesh faced the battle with the strongest dragon.
Without the slightest bit of slack.
Especially Melusine's every strike from the air, all were so cold and sharp.
All locked onto one target.
–My spirit core?
Gilgamesh was as if he was in the eye of a storm, opening the Gate of Babylon and continuously firing Noble Phantasms.
Colliding with the aurora flying in the air.
Melusine's speed far exceeded that of Richard earlier, so fast that even the Gate of Babylon almost couldn't keep up.
Gradually, the armor on Gilgamesh's body shattered.
Destroyed by Melusine at some point.
If Gilgamesh didn't have the eyes to see through everything, and the defensive line formed by the Gate of Babylon.
Perhaps, he would have been continuously pierced through his spirit core dozens of times in an instant, and then met a miserable defeat.
The strongest dragon, he couldn't be careless for even a moment.
Gilgamesh noticed that her speed could still increase, and she was still holding back.
Just as Gilgamesh was preparing to take the next step.
His expression slightly changed, and he became serious.
"I thought having one uninteresting fellow was already unprecedented. But two came in one day… Has the mask been taken off? Clown."
A black and red storm of magical power flew from afar.
Several arrows locked onto Gilgamesh.
Several gates of the Gate of Babylon turned their direction, firing Noble Phantasms that collided with the arrows, mutually canceling each other out.
The Noble Phantasms and arrows shattered together.
The genuine Noble Phantasms were shattered by the arrows.
However, Gilgamesh didn't even frown, his face still had a calm expression.
"I'll just allow you to take off that cloth, let me see how you cry."
Even while fighting the strongest dragon.
He didn't care to provoke Alcides, as if saying these were all trivial matters.
Whether it was the strongest dragon or the Avenger.
They were just enemies in front of him.
"…The tears that could be shed have long dried up. Since the day my future was stolen by the gods."
Alcides' voice was cold.
It was impossible to tell what emotions were mixed in it.
In the current situation of being poisoned by the magical beast.
The reason why he didn't prioritize dealing with the policemen and Noel, but instead came to find Gilgamesh, was for two reasons.
First, if he really attacked the policemen and Noel, it was likely to expose Moran from the shadows.
He would have to fight Moran.
At this point in time, Alcides didn't want to fight Moran in a flawed state. That would be too disadvantageous for him.
Second, if he really had to fight Moran.
Then Alcides would have to maintain his peak state, or even reach a state beyond his peak.
Because of the above two points, he took action.
In Alcides' view, Gilgamesh would be the most suitable stepping stone to achieve his goals.
At the same time, he was also his target for revenge.
The blood of a demigod, the priority for slaughter was among the highest.
"Sister Melusine! You got away?"
Richard was on the roof of another building.
Of course, he didn't run away directly, but was constantly observing the battle between Gilgamesh and Melusine.
"Don't mistake me for you. My only mission here is to protect you; fighting that golden glitter isn't my concern.
Moreover, things have become complicated. This Avenger, his aura… it's not good news."
Melusine descended gracefully like a delicate bird, her beautiful silver hair swaying as if sprinkled with starlight.
Her gaze fixed on Alcides in the church.
Her experience as the most ancient dragon told her that the mud on Alcides was filthy and best avoided.
She was quite fastidious.
"Sister Melusine, who is stronger, you or that King of Heroes?"
"Eh, asking that question? You're quite bold… Facing the King of Heroes' Gate of Babylon is indeed tricky…"
"…Would you lose?"
Richard swallowed nervously.
Gilgamesh and Melusine were beyond his comprehension.
In Richard's eyes, both were powerful, and he couldn't distinguish who was stronger.
Moreover, neither had shown their full power.
Richard couldn't judge.
"I'll win."
Melusine's lips curved slightly upward.
She spoke with an arrogant tone.
Snowfield, Central Church.
Along with Broken Phantasm, a rain of Noble Phantasms was released, with hundreds of weapons flying out of the golden gates simultaneously.
Each one was capable of shattering an enemy's spirit foundation.
Even Alcides, with his Twelve Labors, would be torn to shreds if hit.
To counter the properties of the Pelt of the Divine Beast, Gilgamesh had carefully selected many Noble Phantasms that could pierce the lion skin.
However, Alcides was not arrogant.
He dodged while drawing his bow and firing arrows, intercepting the incoming Noble Phantasms.
Each arrow could destroy several Noble Phantasms.
Moreover, he fired multiple arrows at once.
Furthermore, the arrows seemed to have a will of their own, changing course in mid-air, some intercepting Noble Phantasms, others targeting Gilgamesh.
Against Noble Phantasms that couldn't penetrate the Pelt of the Divine Beast, he directly confronted them.
"Let me test it.
Let's see to what extent your pelt can disregard all works of man."
Gilgamesh opened his treasury on both sides.
From the left space emerged a shining white flame.
From the right space emerged a shining silver liquid.
To describe it accurately, the liquid itself was colorless, but the moisture in the surrounding air instantly froze, making it appear to shimmer.
Since everything in the Gate of Babylon was created by human hands, the flames and liquid were naturally of human origin.
In addition to those, he added artificial lightning strikes, forming a tornado of fire, ice, and lightning that attacked Arash.
The Pelt of the Divine Beast could only defend against weapons from human reason.
It never claimed to defend against artificial disasters.