"Just play around with you for a bit, fellow who came from the Mesopotamian era to the modern world."
Those were words spoken from that man's mouth, carrying a hint of disdain, yet also an unspeakable sense of awe.
Then, there was the faint chanting of a spell, and the surging magic power.
"Great Labyrinth!"
Such words, spoken from his mouth, carried an unspeakable mockery.
The next moment, the earth was twisted, and the sky turned dim.
An invisible barrier enveloped this place. It was something akin to 'Administrator Authority,' indeed incomparably powerful, yet also incomparably heavy.
Walls rose from the earth, then stretched until they disappeared into the no-longer-clear blue sky.
"So, let's have a good fight. How long will it take you to crush this labyrinth?"
Words of disdain, spoken from the English gentleman's mouth, implying unspeakable mockery.
But what responded to him were words of utter contempt.
"Truly a boring mongrel. Just this sort of thing gives you the guts to contend with this King? Truly the height of foolishness."
Extremely arrogant words, spoken from Gilgamesh's mouth, followed by those scarlet circuits.
Crystal-like circuits, one after another, instantly rushed up into the clear blue sky.
Magic circuits, like those of the Earth, condensed in Gilgamesh's hand. Then, there was that golden, extremely shimmering sword hilt.
A crimson, strangely long sword, appearing like three connected millstones, was slowly pulled out from that sphere.
Power equal to the Earth's rotation drove the sword's rotation. As Gilgamesh raised the sword, the long sword spun faster and faster, each revolution quicker than the last.
Then, a scarlet wind gradually swirled around the sword.
Crimson magic power swept out from the sword, scattering into this labyrinth.
"How is that possible!"
Aethelred stared, dumbfounded, at the unparalleled magic power, even feeling a tremor in the ground.
That was a lament. Whether it was the sky, the earth, or even this barrier, all were helplessly wailing.
They were in fear, terrified of that red sword.
Aethelred couldn't help but swallow, and slightly retreated.
At this moment, he even felt a surge of reverence. If it weren't for the Godslayer's fresh blood, he would have long lost his will to fight.
Immediately after, there was that arrogant taunt.
"The stage is set. Unleash your might, Sword of Separation, dealing with such mongrels is a bit of an overkill."
Gilgamesh said this, his words filled with unprecedented arrogance.
"Blaze forth here, separating heaven and earth, Star of Creation!"
Immediately after, he lightly swung his arm, and the scarlet blaze manifested.
One after another, crimson spatial cracks slowly rotated, tearing apart this world.
No matter what it was, whether it was the stone walls forged by Authority, or the sturdy earth, or even the no-longer-clear sky.
Red light trampled upon it, leaving its mutilated body utterly incomplete.
Then, with helpless wails, the barrier shattered.
Back again to that familiar airport, before Gilgamesh's eyes, there was only the man whose face was filled with fear.
"How, how is that possible!"
Such words, spoken from his mouth with a trembling voice, were like a silent mockery.
"Despicable mongrel, obediently prostrate yourself, then die!"
As he said this, he lightly swung the Sword of Separation in his hand.
Red light once again surged towards Aethelred, but the Black Prince also activated his Authority and dodged this attack.
"Truly terrifying, Hero King. It seems I'll have to properly gauge your true strength!"
That was a resolute voice. At this moment, his face was still pale, but he calmly chanted the spell signifying his Authority.
"Gallop forth, Queen of the Faceless (Queen of the Faceless)!"
Then, it was coldness. An invisible coldness descended upon everyone.
That was a merman, tens of meters tall, wielding a long spear in its hand, slowly condensed by magic power.
"Truly a boring spectacle."
Looking at this fellow, Gilgamesh didn't even have the intention to swing his Noble Phantasms.
Such contemptible trash was far from requiring the Sword of Separation.
Looking at the merman charging towards him, he lightly waved his hand, and a faint golden mist ascended from his body and spread.
That was a Noble Phantasm that had already been used, a super Noble Phantasm named "Not for One's Own Glory."
"Boring mongrel, fully experience the joy of being defeated."
Such arrogant words, spoken from his mouth.
"Not for one's own glory!"
0... Please give fresh flowers...
...
The Noble Phantasm was released, and then, a light blue long robe replaced the black motorcycle suit.
At this moment, he manifested a heroic spirit of Jeanne.
Then, there was the chanted spell.
"The Fire of the Burning Wicker Man!"
With words of disdain and arrogance, lightly chanted from this king's mouth, it was so naturally rational.
The next moment, a fellow named Cú Chulainn, the monstrous dog, his power as a mage was fully revealed.
That was the magic of the Age of Gods, even displayed in the form of a Noble Phantasm.
Layers upon layers of giant wicker figures, woven from willow branches, stood on this earth, burning with blazing flames, scorching the already ruined earth.
"This time, is it magic? How is such magic possible!"
...
Aethelred spoke with a voice filled with profound disbelief.
Then, he still swung his arm, harshly scolding the merman queen.
"Kill it!"
Streams of magic power rapidly condensed. Crystal-clear water spears condensed in the Faceless Queen's hand, then fiercely lunged towards the flaming giant.
But it was meaningless. The water spears couldn't even get close before they completely vanished.
That was fire equivalent to that of hell. Even if the water spears were condensed by magic power, they were absolutely impossible to resist.
Then, the Faceless Queen lightly whined, her eyes fixed on the flaming giant with fear.
This time, she should be able to defeat it, right?
Just as Aethelred was making his move, Gilgamesh chuckled lightly.
"Ignite her, giant."
As he spoke, words that seemed meaningless to Aethelred, the next moment, the flaming giant fiercely slammed its arm down on the charging Faceless Queen.
Then, scarlet flames directly spread, and in the blink of an eye, the Faceless Queen transformed into burning flames.
A mournful, extremely tragic scream echoed from within the flames.
The next moment, the Faceless Queen directly transformed into magic power and vanished from the current world.
"Truly, she overestimates herself."
Gilgamesh said such words with a slight sigh.
But at this moment, before him, the man named Aethelred, his face flashed with a hint of determination.
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