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"God of War Five Soldiers!"
Along with the sound of this true name's release, a hint of reluctant smile appeared on Doni's face from afar.
'It seems, this is the end.'
He sighed indifferently, then looked at the gigantic bow, transformed from his heavy armor and wreathed in bloody light, that he held in his hand.
Then, with the release of that true name, a bloody breeze instantly condensed into arrows as thick as arms on the bowstring.
Then, Doni saw it. That bloody light, like a large-caliber wave cannon,
An energy beam several meters thick slammed violently into the former King of Swords, then ripped through him without the slightest obstruction.
That was a Noble Phantasm of rank A, a full-power strike. Not to mention a power like "Steel Protection," even Siegfried himself, possessing "Evil Dragon's Blood-Chain," would only end up being pulverized.
That was unshakeable, unyielding, absolute power. Or, if he had his long sword in hand, he might have been able to cleave this bloody light. However, such an action was no longer possible at this moment.
The crimson light gradually dissipated, leaving behind only the charred black earth.
Regardless of whether it was Doni, the King of Swords, or anything else, all that stood in the path of that pillar of light had turned to ash, and even the ashes could not be found.
"Truly, overestimating oneself!"
Gilgamesh lightly tilted his head. Arrogance and disdain once again hung on his face, as if the battle just now was so utterly insignificant.
He lightly loosened his grip on the God of War Five Soldiers in his hand. The gigantic bow once again reassembled into heavy armor, then he slammed it to the ground.
However, just before it was about to hit the ground, it completely transformed into dancing golden dust, or rather, it re-transformed into a spiritual construct, and was collected into the Gate of Babylon.
And as Gilgamesh subtly waved his hand, those that were held, or stuck in the ground, or severed, or broken, or even more tragically, quartered treasures, all turned into golden dust, scattering and dissolving.
Gilgamesh lightly snorted, then turned around without a trace of hesitation, walking towards Lilia, who still wore a startled expression.
"What are you still waiting for? Is the Italian Magecraft Association not going to welcome this King's glorious return?"
He said in a deep voice, then looked at Lilia in front of him. That invisible aura of majesty also made the previously stunned Lilia regain her composure.
"Could it be that you killed the King of Swords, killed the Demon King of Europe, Doni, the King of Swords!"
That was a question filled with error and utter incredulity.
However, seeing Lilia's extremely surprised expression and her slightly parted, pale pink lips, Gilgamesh responded to this question with a slightly arrogant tone.
"Of course, even if that fellow was perhaps enough as a warrior, he is certainly not this King's opponent."
He said this, his arrogance in his tone utterly obvious, but he no longer lightly referred to Doni as a mongrel. For him, to be able to reach such a stage by relying on one's will in a battle against a king, perhaps it was also worth acknowledging.
After all, the crime of provoking a king, he has already paid for it with his life.
Even if this was a completely irrational, cowardly attack on a king, in the realm of swordsmen, Gilgamesh had never seen a more competent fellow than him.
However, a dead opponent was no longer worth serious attention.
Gilgamesh wore a faint smile on his face, and lightly stroked Lilia's skin, which was as flawless and delicate as white jade. Looking at this tempting girl, who was like a fairy, yet possessed unparalleled perseverance and a heroic spirit of a knight, he couldn't help but lightly caress her a few times.
"Are you not questioning this King's victory, or do you think this King is not that guy's opponent?"
That was a tone filled with masculine magnetism, carrying a slight hint of a smile. However, even so, even with such a slight hint of disdain, it still contained an absolutely unquestionable majesty.
Or rather, although it was a question, no matter how foolish the fellow was, they could easily hear the absolute meaning within it, and that unparalleled, even somewhat overly confident, belief.
But in response, Lilia nodded her head with extreme solemnity. She responded to the King's question with her light and agile voice.
"No, in my heart, Your Majesty is undoubtedly the strongest, unbeatable King!"
The solemn expression on her face was not feigned in the slightest. Perhaps, this incomparably upright knightess truly believed so.
At this, Gilgamesh let out a hearty laugh, and could vaguely feel the girl's true intentions.
"Then, what are you still doubting? No need to hesitate at all. No matter what kind of difficulty, or what kind of predicament, in this King's eyes, they are merely tedious playthings!"
The King said this, and his confidence in his words subtly influenced the still-hesitant girl.
Her cherry lips slightly parted, and with a voice like a gentle breeze, she softly said,
"Then, Your Majesty, have you considered how to reclaim those territories that were originally in the hands of Doni, the King of Swords?"
She asked this, but it was merely a test of the King's intentions.
Gilgamesh walked without hesitation towards the incomparably anxious mages and knights who had already arrived from afar.
"A king conquers territory, and the duty of acquiring and managing it is not on this King's shoulders; it falls to you, my subjects!"
At this moment, the doubt in Lilia's eyes also turned into determination.
However, a trace of fear also appeared in her eyes.
On the golden gauntlet in front of the King, whom she had just sworn allegiance to, a deep crack half a meter long was clearly visible, revealing her apprehension.
But no matter how much fear, how much terror, how much dread of losing the King she served.
She absolutely had no reason to complain, and she didn't even have the qualification to remind him.
This girl, like a lily swaying in the wind, lightly bit her thin lips, and a trace of reluctance also hung on her face. She fiercely stroked that seemingly fragile and incomparably fair soft skin. On that delicate face, like a fairy's, also appeared an extremely stubborn expression.
She was too weak, truly too weak. Although she was already incomparably strong compared to ordinary people, she didn't even have the qualification to fight alongside a king, let alone be at the king's side.
This was undoubtedly a dereliction of duty as a knight.
Her exquisite, pale blue, as clear as the sky at this moment, eyes flickered with a stubborn light, and an unparalleled will.
Without a trace of hesitation, she relentlessly pursued the proud King's silhouette.
And those scattered, shattered short swords lying on the ground, and silver fragments, silently lay there, proclaiming the demise of a godslayer.
Moments later, the broken long sword, and the blooming golden light.
The golden light, flashing with a golden aura, gently floated with the just-risen breeze, and then gradually,
silently faded away.