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"We obey your command, Your Majesty!"
One by one, the knights knelt on the ground, their eyes burning with fervent expressions.
Perhaps, each of them had previously fought on battlefields, experiencing countless passionate blood-boiling moments.
However, as time passed, they gradually aged, their strength continuously diminished, and their power faded with their youth.
Until they lay on their deathbeds, feeling their own decay, until they passed away.
Only those who had experienced such a plight knew how painful it was.
Therefore, no matter what, no matter how stern this King was, it was not enough to extinguish their passion.
To once again raise the sharp swords they had long put down, and once again step onto that glorious battlefield.
When such a dream truly came true, for them, it was indeed an incomparable joy.
As for these elites among elites, the few "Great Knights" in Europe, they served Gilgamesh with utter sincerity, without the slightest hint of pretense.
They were not merely repaying an unforgettable debt of gratitude; they were, even more, following that King, again and again, to wield their blades against that haughty God of Disobedience,
Until they slew him, letting his divine blood spill across the earth.
For this, let alone sincere devotion, even their lives, which were already fading, could be offered without hesitation.
One could say that in terms of loyalty, even those "Bronze Cross Knights" who had long followed Gilgamesh were far inferior.
They were all absolute powerhouses in the field of knighthood, spanning hundreds of years.
Whether it was their combat experience or their physical prowess, even their long-tempered fighting skills were incomparable to those ordinary knights.
Such a legion, even in Europe, which had several God Slayers, could easily sweep through without the slightest hesitation.
And this was precisely Gilgamesh's most loyal, heroic knight legion.
"Indeed, what a powerful formation."
Athena slightly pursed her lips, not because of the strength of these knights, but because of the unspeakable fighting spirit and loyalty burning in each knight's eyes.
Such fellows, even a God of Disobedience could be slain.
"Gilgamesh Armor is a masterpiece forged from the jewels and metals collected by this King. Most of the weapons in their hands are also from famous artisans. Furthermore, with their own strength as knights and the enhancement from being heroic spirits, even if they were to fight a God of Disobedience in the flesh, it is absolutely achievable."
Gilgamesh's lips curved slightly upwards, revealing a hint of disdain.
"Such a military force can easily level the strength between the God of Disobedience and humanity. Even without calculating the God Slayers, merely with these guys, it's enough to easily sweep away all Gods of Disobedience who have left mythology."
He spoke arrogantly, his eyes filled with disdain for the God Slayers and the Gods of Disobedience.
However, what responded to him were words filled with a hint of coldness from the young girl.
"That's right, perhaps so. But the inherent power of a God of Disobedience means that mere physical combat, regardless of their authority and divine power, is meaningless."
She seemed to be sighing, gently raising her head, and with a solemn expression, she looked at Gilgamesh's arrogant and handsome face, which he always displayed.
"Merely relying on these might be enough, but don't make the mistake of being arrogant, Gilgamesh."
However, her admonition was met with Gilgamesh's light chuckle.
"That's right, there's no mistake."
He spoke as if affirming, his words filled with deep appreciation.
"You might be right in saying that, but do you think this King would make such a mistake?"
Gilgamesh extended his hand, which was not particularly strong, but could also be described as firm.
He gently stroked the girl's silver short hair, feeling the soft and tender touch.
"We focus on defeating enemies in terms of techniques, but if it comes to strategy, we must give it our all. This is the place of victory."
Saying this, he revealed a hint of an arrogant smile.
"However, I suppose I don't need to remind you. After all, you also possess the authority of a God of Conflict, Athena, God of Disobedience."
Listening to these words, a faint blush briefly flashed across Athena's extremely cold face.
Just now, when Gilgamesh gently stroked her short hair, this young girl inadvertently revealed an expression like that of a small cat.
Of course, such cuteness instantly vanished.
"No, now it's just a heroic spirit."
Athena's face showed a trace of shame and a faint, bitter indifference.
"Having abandoned the body of a God of Disobedience, I can no longer refer to myself as a God of Disobedience. Please don't make such jokes again."
Saying this, she looked at Gilgamesh's indifferent smile and couldn't help but lightly sigh.
"So, what's the meaning of you calling them here? Why not just kill your way to 'The Underworld' now? Wouldn't that be even more surprising?"
Listening to this question, Gilgamesh slightly narrowed his crimson eyes.
In his blood-red serpentine pupils, it was as if a sea of corpses and blood flowed.
"Of course, it's because those damned mongrels will certainly not hand over the means to the Underworld."
As he said this, his lips curved into a smile filled with undisguised malice.
"So, when the God Slayers and the Gods of Disobedience duel fiercely on this damned island, I suppose that so-called 'Susanoo' will certainly appear, right?"
Saying this, he made no effort to conceal the malice in his words, as if it was completely obvious.
Indeed, if it truly came to that, no matter how much the 'Official History Compilation Committee' tried to cover it up, there would be no doubt, right?
As for how much blood was stained in such casual words, that was not something Gilgamesh considered.
Those who were not his subjects were all mongrels, and lands not ruled by him were no different from barren wasteland.
This King spoke such words, holding such malice and such thoughts.
"Truly, enough insolence."
Disregarding his own stance, Athena said softly, yet there was no trace of pity in her eyes.
She was far from blaming Gilgamesh's stance. Or rather, what she herself did, compared to Gilgamesh, was even more despicable.
"So, gathering intelligence and preparing for the confrontation with the God of Disobedience. How to do it, I suppose this King doesn't need to be informed, right?"
Gilgamesh ignored the young girl's words of accusation. He looked at each of the knights and, with a slightly stern, low tone, issued this command.
Then, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Those, I suppose, are already fighting heatedly over in Lilia's place."