"He truly has no regard for reason at all. A Godslayer like him is truly a natural disaster."
That was a ninja in black, who had just sent a message to Sunagakure. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Staring fixedly at the two standing opposite each other at the airport, he couldn't help but feel a chilling dread from within.
That was a Godslayer, a natural disaster beyond all logic. No matter how arrogant and tyrannical he was, it was only natural.
"Forget it, rather than getting involved in such a battle, it's better to retreat first and then gather intelligence."
As he said this, he showed not the slightest trace of embarrassment at his own weakness.
However, immediately after, he felt an invisible pressure—that was an aura, a unique method belonging to warriors.
The invisible aura enveloped him, and that fierce aura pressed down on him, causing this ninja, who couldn't be considered very strong to begin with, to completely freeze.
Then, there was that flash of silver light.
That was a type of single-handed sword weapon, and it should be called a "hand half-sword," a sword that prioritized versatility and abandoned all advantages of other sword types. At the same time, in close combat, there was absolutely no sword easier to use than this.
"Damn scum! Do you really think that in this place, I, who have been here for so long, can't kill someone like you?"
That was a gruff voice, coming from a giant with comparable height to a mountain. He was also covered in huge scars. At this moment, he was absolutely the most outstanding among those heroic spirits.
At this moment, more than fifty heroic spirits surrounded this airport.
All individuals related to the "Historical Compilation Committee" or the "Royal Factory" were all killed by them, not a single one remaining.
That was the heroic posture of Gilgamesh in battle. There would absolutely be no opportunity for these damn mongrels to appreciate it!
Regardless of the knight, they all embodied such arrogant thoughts, and then they were so arrogant.
"Alexandros, is this Black Prince Aethelred?"
That was a voice filled with disdain, as if it were a mockery, deeply engraved on Aethelred's body.
"Yes, I am. Do you have any advice~?"
That English gentleman-like fellow still had a gentle expression on his face. He showed no anger at all. Even his own subordinates were being slaughtered, yet he didn't react in the slightest.
"Truly a despicable mongrel. You deserve to be sent to hell."
That was a voice as if deciding something. At this moment, within the airport, regardless of whether they were tourists or those mages, they were either driven away or completely paid with their lives. What remained were merely those heroic spirits who were knights.
"Truly exquisite."
These words were spoken lightly from that man's mouth, carrying an unparalleled indifference.
"I also wanted to properly resolve the conflict between us. I hope that after this battle, you can still hand over the Holy Grail's information."
With a biting cold breeze, he gently swept across the airport. A slight movement stirred the hem of his suit. He carefully adopted a posture as if preparing to launch an attack. On Alexandros's face, the composure and indifference from before disappeared.
What remained was only challenge and fighting spirit.
After all, he was a Godslayer, a king among warriors, a fellow who had even slain gods that refused to obey, and a patient who was arrogant and tyrannical.
No matter what, forcing him to endure and swallow his anger was impossible. Even on the way here, he had already been itching to fight Gilgamesh.
Perhaps, this was why Gilgamesh spoke to him with such harsh words.
This guy, from the very beginning, harbored the thought of "fearing no one."
"So, let's stretch our muscles a bit. Hero King, can you keep up with my rapid pace?"
That was a tone filled with confidence and composure. It reflected this man's incomparably heroic face, perhaps capable of captivating countless young girls.
However, his opponent was the oldest king of humanity, and the king's response was merely to slightly raise his arm.
The next moment, golden gates unfolded. As the golden ripples spread, a beam of light shot from within towards Aethelred.
That was a Noble Phantasm. Even if it was for testing purposes, the lowest-grade Noble Phantasm, it was still enough to shatter sturdy steel.
And its speed had already exceeded the speed of sound. No matter how strong the defense, it would be pierced through.
However, looking at the incoming golden light, Aethelred simply narrowed his clear eyes.
"Truly, too disdainful of people."
That was a slight chuckle, uttered from that man's mouth, carrying an unparalleled indifference.
Then, Authority was released. In Aethelred's eyes, everything was slowed down by half. The Noble Phantasm, which was moving at the speed of sound, abruptly slowed down.
That was a long spear, a golden long spear shimmering with sharp light. Merely looking at it, it appeared to be a roughly made object. Even Aethelred couldn't perceive the mythology implied by this weapon.
However, it was meaningless. Even if he didn't know the mythology of this weapon, it didn't matter.
The next moment, his physical body transformed, and his suit turned into an electric armor like plasma.
The Authority named "Electro-Optical Flint" was fiercely unleashed.
Then, it was evasion. That was an incomparably close-to-light-speed swiftness. Even the incoming Noble Phantasm was easily dodged.
"...This alone is not enough, Gilgamesh."
Finally, no longer concealing his thoroughly rotten personality, this fellow completely unleashed his extremely wicked side.
"Mere mongrels, don't assume too much."
That was a disdainful remark, the contempt contained within it so obvious.
Indeed, for Gilgamesh, this level was merely a "not bad" mongrel.
Then, the king lightly swung his arm.
This time, it was countless Gates of Babylon.
One after another, virtually countless Gates of Babylon opened up above Narita Airport, even dyeing the sky golden.
Immediately after, Gilgamesh, as if giving a command, fiercely swung his arm downwards.
In an instant, a torrent of treasures rained down, covering the sky and the earth, falling straight down.
Those were countless treasures, countless and valuable. At this moment, they were being used as the most despicable arrows, fiercely smashing into the ground.
A series of wails echoed through the airport. Clouds of dust rose, then were scattered by the treasures that smashed down again.
No matter what, it should have been reduced to dust. Even that Godslayer would definitely leave no corpse behind.
Then, the dust was blown away. Beneath it was the pockmarked ground, and that man.
The immaculately clean man stood on the ground that had been violently ruined beyond recognition. His eyes were filled with an unparalleled indifference.
Forget about any scars, not even a speck of dust could be seen on his neatly pressed suit.
He lightly curled his lips, then said indifferently.
"So, defense is over. Now, it should be my turn to counterattack, right?"
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