Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 544: Just Saying Hello

Gilgamesh and she understood the meaning with a single glance.

This was just a brief greeting.

For them, it didn’t even count as an appetizer.

Now, the battle truly begins.

Gilgamesh flew back into the air, and hundreds upon thousands of Gates of Babylon opened simultaneously.

The dazzling golden light illuminated the night.

In an instant, Enkidu seemed to be in the blazing sun of midday.

Enkidu’s feet merged with the earth.

The surrounding sand and gravel stirred restlessly.

They seemed to become part of Enkidu’s body; this was the Wisdom of the People, no weaker than the King’s Treasure.

Both sides continuously hurled swords, spears, and halberds at each other.

A storm of metal swept across the entire battlefield.

There were so many Noble Phantasms here, numbering in the tens of thousands, each one capable of killing a Heroic Spirit.

This was a clash of Heroic Spirits capable of single-handedly taking on a thousand soldiers.

–It was practically a war!

"Hero-King... Gilgamesh... Divine Weapon... Enkidu... Both of them are among the most ancient of hero-kings..."

Irisviel watched the unprecedented battle,

Noble Phantasms danced across the sky, colliding with each other.

The continuous explosions echoed across the desert, and she was shocked by the sight of the two clashing.

"Moran, aren’t you going to join in?"

The one who asked the question wasn’t Irisviel.

It was Morgan, who was watching the live broadcast through water mirror magecraft.

After returning to Britain from the simulation, Moran told the women about his experiences in Mesopotamia.

"If I were to join, then this great battle would really last for seven days and seven nights. By then, Snowfield City would be razed to the ground. Besides, I’m not one to eat the main course right away."

Moran shrugged and said.

However, not joining didn’t mean he wouldn’t intervene.

At least, he had to say hello to the two of them.

He had already thought of a way on the way here.

"Heh, how can I, as the older brother, let my little brother have it too easy? Let’s say hello first. Gil, let me see if your skills have improved..."

Moran took the King’s Authority Key from the Gate of Babylon.

Then, he seemed to twist the sword-shaped key. freёwebnoѵel.com

With a click, something was triggered.

Golden light reflected on Moran’s mischievously smiling face; he believed Gilgamesh would be very pleased.

The two in the center of the battlefield were still fighting.

They had already thrown out countless Noble Phantasms, and their hearty laughter was mixed with the sound of explosions.

Suddenly, the golden light that filled the sky dimmed.

As if the power had been switched off, the light faded, and the doors connecting to the treasury abruptly closed.

"...What?"

Gilgamesh frowned.

That familiar, terrible feeling resurfaced in his mind.

Because it was so familiar, it made his expression twist, and he felt an urge to curse.

The distorted space disappeared, revealing a fact: the endless treasury storing the King’s Treasures—the Vault of Babylon.

The gate to the treasury, which existed in every corner of the world, or rather, didn’t exist in this world but in another space, had been closed.

Of course, this was something Gilgamesh

But, besides Gilgamesh himself, was there anyone else who could do this?

Yes, only that person could do it.

Moreover, only that person would mess with him like this.

"...Hmm?"

Enkidu showed a puzzled expression.

The Noble Phantasms created by the Wisdom of the People were still being launched, but Gilgamesh’s Gate of Babylon had been closed.

Without the obstruction of the Gate of Babylon.

A rain of Noble Phantasms flew towards Gilgamesh.

In the split second he was thinking, countless Noble Phantasms had already approached him.

Boom, boom, boom—!!

Like brilliantly blooming flowers of fire.

The Noble Phantasms struck Gilgamesh, creating a heatwave.

The sudden closure of the Gate of Babylon.

It could be said that the Hero-King was caught off guard.

But, was he really helpless?

"Seriously... you’re here too! You never let anyone have their way, you nasty bastard!"

As the smoke cleared, Gilgamesh’s figure appeared.

His golden armor had gained cracks and fractures, and he was covered in dust.

If he hadn’t taken out Ea before the battle and summoned a wind pressure when those Noble Phantasms were about to hit him.

Otherwise, Gilgamesh would have really fallen.

"...As far as greetings go, that’s very much his style."

Gilgamesh smiled instead of getting angry.

If it were the old him, he would probably be furious.

However, the current Gilgamesh was much more mature; he knew how to calm down.

This was also thanks to Moran’s high-pressure education.

He had been molded into this.

"Maybe, Moran wanted to train your caution. After all, aren’t you benefiting from it?" Enkidu laughed.

"You... the moment that guy shows up, you side with him. You two are so boring."

Gilgamesh looked speechless.

Every time he encountered Moran and Enkidu acting as a couple, he would show this expression.

Fortunately, perhaps because he grew up being tricked.

Gilgamesh’s adaptability was extremely strong; he could even respond in time when the Gate of Babylon was closed.

From this perspective.

Wasn’t Moran’s good intention also teaching Gilgamesh to be cautious in his actions?

Perhaps there was some truth to that.

But, rather than believing that, Gilgamesh believed that Moran was doing it for fun.

Like a prank between children.

For them as brothers, it was pretty much like that.

"However, he hasn’t appeared.

It seems that Moran doesn’t want us to fight here. Enkidu, did you know that guy was in this city from the beginning?"

"...Well, he arrived earlier than us."

"Hmph, even you are being mysterious.

It seems that after I died, you became more human by Moran’s side. But, is that so... For me, it was a miscalculation; I was so caught up in the pleasure that he made a move.

With you and Moran participating in this war, it’s really interesting... Just like our hunts on the plains in the past."

Gilgamesh felt more excitement and joy than anger towards Moran.

He was happy for the reunion with his brother and best friend.

His older brother was still the same bastard, Enkidu was as dangerous as ever, and he was still arrogant and overbearing.

The three of them had gathered here across time and space.

Even though they hadn’t met yet, what could be more joyful than this?

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