Silence—!
At this moment, time and space seemed to freeze throughout the world.
The universe itself appeared stunned into stillness by that single line: "Could you just roll down here? It's tiring for this king to keep looking up."
Gulp—!
The sound of swallowing came from a girl who appeared no older than twelve or thirteen—the youngest Valkyrie, Göll.
Her gulp sounded abnormally loud in this moment.
This swallowing sound seemed to draw the attention of the chief god of the Babylonian pantheon, whose gaze flickered briefly in their direction.
That single glance sent chills down Göll's spine, as if Death's hand had lightly brushed against her back.
The chief god had likely noticed their presence beyond time and space, perhaps suspecting they were behind Gilgamesh's audacious defiance.
Thus, the Sky God Anu laughed—a laughter that made the atmosphere tremble, a laughter that drenched Göll's clothes in cold sweat.
Terrified, her small hands instinctively clutched at Brunhilde's garments.
Looking up at her elder sister, she saw beads of sweat rolling down Brunhilde's delicate face—clear signs of tension.
"Is this arrogance born of ignorance," the god continued, "or is it simply your nature to remain so defiant, refusing to lower your proud gaze before anything?"
Had slaying the Bull of Heaven inflated his confidence so much that he now believed gods were nothing special?
If so, this was truly the arrogance of ignorance. The Bull of Heaven and Sky God Anu existed on completely different planes of existence.
Of course, Brunhilde didn't believe this wise king could truly be so ignorant and conceited.
This king must have some method to counter Sky God Anu.
But what possible means could exist to kill a chief god? Brunhilde couldn't begin to guess.
Yet even if Gilgamesh truly lacked the power to oppose the Sky God, he would never lower his pride or self-respect. He would die before submitting to any being, no matter how powerful—such was the arrogance befitting the King of Humanity!
Then Gilgamesh, seeing that Anu showed no intention of "rolling down"—as if such a thing were ever possible—
So Gilgamesh hurled a chain toward Anu, the Sky God.
It was a silver chain with differently shaped wedges at both ends.
He seemed intent on throwing it to ensnare Anu, binding him in place.
Faced with the flying chain, Anu paid it no mind, instead casting an arrogant and disdainful glance.
At this distance, even if Gilgamesh could reach him with the chain, what difference would it make?
Most likely, before it could even touch the divine body, it would be deflected.
No—not deflected, but outright obliterated by the leaking divine energy.
The moment it made contact, the chain would shatter like fragile porcelain against steel, crumbling into countless fragments.
Thus, in the eyes of the Sky God, this was nothing more than the laughable attack of an ant.
Yet, the expected outcome did not occur.
The chain was not destroyed by his divine energy—on the contrary, it seemed drawn to it, instantly coiling around him, leaving Anu momentarily stunned.
"Bound?"
Brunhilde couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Could it be that Anu had allowed himself to be captured, just to toy with Gilgamesh?
No, that couldn't be—because she saw the Sky God himself wearing an expression of bewilderment.
As if his divine power had vanished in an instant, Anu plummeted from the sky in freefall.
With a heavy thud, he crashed onto the ground, letting out a muffled groan of pain.
Normally, a god could never die from a fall—their divine energy would protect them, ensuring no harm came to them.
Of course, even without reinforcing his body with divine power, such a height wouldn't kill him, but the impact would still inflict pain.
"Does that chain… seal a god's power?"
Witnessing this, Brunhilde muttered in astonishment. Something capable of restraining a god?
For the chief deity of an entire pantheon to be bound so effortlessly, unable to resist—this was no ordinary object. It had to be a divine artifact.
The fallen Sky God Anu had landed right on Gilgamesh's sacrificial altar, mere meters away from him, smashing the stone floor to pieces with web-like patterns.
As Gilgamesh approached, wielding a spear stained crimson as if soaked in blood, Anu struggled frantically against the chains—only to find that the more he resisted, the tighter they constricted.
From that spear, Anu sensed the threat of death!
When Gilgamesh stood before him, his lips curled into a chilling, sinister smirk, and he raised the ominous blood-red spear high.
"Do you think this spear can pierce your body?"
Gilgamesh spoke—but before he had even finished the sentence, he had already driven the spear down with brutal force.
The sharp tip pierced straight through the Sky God's heart, pinning him to the ground.
Blood gushed from his mouth as he tried to speak, but no sound came. His body convulsed violently before finally falling still.
"Gh—!"
Göll nearly screamed, barely stifling the sound behind her tightly covered mouth.
Her eyes bulged in disbelief. How could a chief god be slain so effortlessly?
Could this be an illusion deliberately created by this chief god to mock King Gilgamesh?
Yet, the pierced divine body did not vanish. Blood continued to flow as the body lost its warmth.
Was he truly slain?
"T-To think he was killed just like that?"
Brunhilde's voice came out like a dreamlike whisper.
She had expected an earth-shattering battle between man and god, only to witness such an overwhelming instant kill?
This... this must be a joke, right?
It was as though King Gilgamesh was the god, while the sky god Anu was the human—their roles and races completely reversed.
That spear couldn't be ordinary either. Even if human weapons could inflict some damage on a god's body, they shouldn't be capable of slaying a god, especially not a god's soul.
But... but at this moment, it was clear even the divine soul had been extinguished.
As a Valkyrie, she could sense that Chief God Anu's life had truly been ended by this single spear thrust.
This altar seemed specially prepared for the Sky God—his divine burial ground, now stained crimson with his sacred blood.
At this moment, Brunhilde began trembling. She felt fear—fear toward this King of Uruk, Gilgamesh.
Yet simultaneously, she felt exhilaration. Such a man was precisely the candidate she had been searching for.
"Ahahahaha, hehehehe, we've hit the jackpot, Göll! With Gilgamesh participating, humanity has practically secured one victory already!!!"
"B-Brunhilde, sister..."
Watching her elder sister descend into such madness filled Göll with unease.
Likewise, she felt an unsettling anxiety about whether she should really choose this king.
So, so terrifying, incredibly terrifying; she was already scared to the point of trembling.
The first person in human history to slay a divine being, his name—Gilgamesh!
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