Chapter 247: Awaken, Ea!
Like Greek mythology, which possesses special conceptual armament divine artifacts.
Other mythologies also possess such conceptual divine artifacts, and in Hindu mythology, the conceptual divine artifact is Shiva's third eye.
Activating the third eye involves several steps. First, one must grasp their own heart, accelerate blood flow, and strengthen the physical body.
Then, one must perform the dance of destruction unique to Shiva. The rhythm of the universe will resonate with his dance steps, and the third eye on the forehead will unleash the flames of annihilation.
Thus, the moment his third eye truly opened, this square-shaped world space began to irregularly manifest flames that appeared to be the same color as ordinary fire.
The difference is that these flames can burn anything—they are conceptual combustion.
Whether tangible or intangible, all phenomena will be ignited.
Including light, space, and time—all will be burned to ashes.
Therefore, one could also see flames solidified in the air, burning and spreading.
"Heimdall, what are you doing? Hurry up and teleport!!!"
"Do you want to be destroyed along with it?"
"Do you want to be turned to ashes by the God of Destruction's flames?"
The audience urged one after another, and Heimdall, sweating profusely, operated the arena, preparing to jump out of this square-shaped world.
But it wasn't as simple as clicking a button, like a one-key teleportation in a game.
To properly integrate with this space and provide a better viewing perspective, the arena was connected to this square-shaped world and couldn't be separated instantly.
"Hey, hey, this is bad! The arena's barrier is being burned—it's about to be burned through!"
"Damn it!"
Not everyone was trapped in this space; powerful gods could, of course, leave on their own, but most gods didn't have that ability.
As for the humans, it went without saying—99.99% of them were incapable.
"Alright, alright, teleportation!"
As Heimdall confirmed, the arena lit up brightly, and as the light faded, the destructive flames in the sky vanished, replaced by a blue sky.
This was the central heavenly realm connecting the mythological spaces of the gods—the same space where the first five matches had taken place.
So, after returning here, was it impossible to see the situation in the other space?
Of course not. The arena platform was still broadcasting live, though the clarity and smoothness might not be as good.
Many gods noticed one camera angle where a vast area was covered in flames. If they had been even a moment later, it would have been disastrous, as that was the original location of the arena.
"Is Shiva insane?"
"Although it's not a core mythological space, the destruction of a space can easily cause some problems."
"So sudden, without any warning—did he plan to kill us all?"
Many gods began to complain, and some even started cursing outright.
However, immediately after cursing, he broke out in even more cold sweat, feeling a pang of regret. He cautiously glanced around to see if anyone had overheard his harsh words, deeply worried that someone might report it to Shiva—if that happened, he would be doomed.
"But with a world of heaven and earth as his burial ground, the King of Heroes of humanity has died a worthy death!"
"And that world holds great symbolic significance in Hindu mythology."
So, faced with such a world-destroying attack, could King Gilgamesh not escape?
No, some gods believed that if King Gilgamesh truly intended to flee, he could have escaped.
But this was a duel.
Fleeing the arena would be equivalent to declaring his defeat, admitting he was no match for his opponent.
Thus, he had no choice but to remain in the arena and face the all-consuming flames head-on.
As a result, almost all gods were convinced that victory belonged to the God of Destruction.
As the one who unleashed the conceptual flames of world annihilation, the God of Destruction himself would not be harmed by these flames, so naturally, only Shiva would survive.
Wait, no—there was one more possibility: unless King Gilgamesh could kill Shiva before being killed himself.
This meant the duel had only two outcomes: either the gods would win, or it would end in a draw.
However, King Gilgamesh did not seem like someone skilled in close combat.
Facing a powerful enemy like Shiva, who excelled in close-quarters combat, getting close would be suicidal.
Therefore, he could only rely on long-range attacks, but his endless supply of Noble Phantasms had almost all self-destructed, leaving him seemingly helpless.
"Since it's all flames, why not summon the Great Flood again and trigger another massive explosion? The power of this explosion would surely be unprecedented."
Someone suddenly proposed this idea.
"It's useless."
"Why? Sister Brunhilde."
Göll did not understand why this move would be ineffective. It didn't seem like her sister was saying King Gilgamesh couldn't launch such an attack again, but rather that summoning it would be meaningless.
"This flame is different from the previous one! There won't be any so-called compressed water vapor."
This was a world-annihilating flame that would burn all creation to ashes, so such a method was useless—a futile struggle.
It seemed that in this round, humanity was truly facing defeat.
Meanwhile, in the projection, King Gilgamesh's figure was just beginning to emerge from the massive sphere of intertwined chains.
Once he fully emerged and witnessed this scene, one could only wonder how he would feel.
Hmm?
Finally, through the gaps in the chains, his figure became faintly visible. King Gilgamesh could be seen raising something high above his head with one hand.
The hilt and guard were visible, but the blade further up was still obscured by the chains, making it unclear what kind of weapon it was. However, it appeared to be a sword.
When the chains completely withdrew, revealing his entire figure, the weapon he held became clear.
It was a strangely shaped weapon.
The blade of this sword was not a traditional one, nor was it like a saber or any other common weapon. Instead, it consisted of three cylindrical segments tightly connected.
The unsharpened edges were twisted into a spiral, and the three cylinders were intertwined like chains, rotating around one another.
"Awaken, Ea."