Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 545: With This Strike, A Vow for Another Battle

Chapter 545: Chapter 545: With This Strike, A Vow for Another Battle

"Hunt? If that’s the case, Gil, you lost more than you won. I remember, it was a few draws and a few wins..."

"Hmph, what’s the point of dwelling on the past? What we should be discussing is the present. Since the battle against the gods, this is the first time the three of us have gathered like this to compete for victory.

I am no longer the same as before; the current me is the King of Kings, unparalleled, gathering all the essence of my life!"

Gilgamesh saw that Enkidu was about to reveal his old secrets.

He shamelessly glossed over the topic; his skin was indeed thicker than the walls of Uruk.

After all, if he really delved into this aspect.

He really couldn’t win.

Enkidu also seemed to know this, she smiled without saying a word, unlike Moran who would deliberately dismantle Gilgamesh’s stage.

In Moran’s words, Enkidu was too indulgent towards Gilgamesh, like an older sister who let her younger brother mess around, as long as it wasn’t too excessive, she wouldn’t say much.

Of course, if the Chains of Heaven were to go berserk.

Even Gilgamesh would have to retreat.

"Although unpleasant, I acknowledge Moran’s idea. The most delicious feast should be saved for last... Before our feast begins, let’s have fun by killing the thieves first. The rules are still the same as before, let’s see who has the most and best prey."

Gilgamesh showed a sadistic smile.

His eyes glanced at the familiars wandering around the desert and the ominous fluctuations coming from the city.

"I also agree. In this game, we as participants still have to immerse ourselves and respect the other people who are working hard to participate. The battle after that day, let’s wait until the end to proceed."

Enkidu said respect on the lips.

However, the words revealed the confidence to fight to the end, believing that he had no possibility of defeat.

Having confidence and respecting opponents are two different things.

This is her thinking as a weapon.

"Speaking of respect, you think you can crush everyone except us. Your arrogance is no less than mine. Even though you are a body of a thousand transformations, you still haven’t changed."

Gilgamesh smiled.

Then, he raised Ea again.

The rotating, roaring blade once again tore the world apart.

The treasures of the King, launched earlier, seemed to emit a wail, further amplifying its power.

"Don’t let that Moran guy underestimate us. He might be watching somewhere, let’s give him a greeting!"

"That’s what I’m planning... I intend to do. Let’s make it a bit more intense this time, though it’s not really in my character."

Even Enkidu was rarely stirred up.

She could sense countless people spying from outside the battlefield, but she didn’t consider any of that important.

The joy of reuniting with her dearest friend and lover.

This made her, a divine weapon, stop thinking about anything else.

"This is the final blow of the night! As a vow for one last battle, receive this—I speak of the beginning, when heaven and earth were first divided, offering a celebratory verse to the void, severing the world with my Sword of Rupture!

Whirlpool of revolving stars, heaven and hell, the end of the eve before creation, [Enuma Elish]!!"

At the moment when Gilgamesh went all out.

Enkidu, on the ground, responded with a smile, countless flowers and branches blooming on the surface to form a divine spear.

It shot forward in a straight line, colliding head-on with the Sword of Rupture that was constantly tearing the world apart.

As if leaving behind the most ancient epic narrative.

This desert, and the magi who witnessed all of this, were left with wounds that would be difficult to heal even after a long time.

With an unprecedented blow.

The King of Heroes and the Chains of Heaven declared their participation in the war.

Moran, witnessing this, couldn’t help but chuckle.

Whether it was Gilgamesh or Enkidu, neither of them was willing to fall behind him.

If they were to fight, they would fight until only the three of them remained.

Whoever was knocked out first.

Would be laughed at by the others for the rest of their lives.

No holds barred, fight to your heart’s content.

Just like the hunting feasts held in Uruk in the past, even Moran felt his heart surge with excitement.

However, the other Masters and Servants were about to suffer.

But, that was a story for later.

Several minutes later—

The figures of the golden hero and the emerald one were gone.

All that remained on the surface was a hollowed-out pit.

The desert, which was almost a plain, had been hollowed out into a basin, leaving the onlookers stunned and in disbelief.

The pale knight who arrived there only circled around once.

He didn’t see the figures of the two.

Having lost his target, all that was left was to leave.

The reactions of the magi inside Snowfield City were varied, some worried and regretted coming here, planning to escape.

Others harbored ambitions for the miracle called Servants, plotting whether they could seize a position from other Masters.

The Mage’s Association was also observing from early on.

However, the power of this Holy Grail War was beyond expectations, shocking even the observers.

Many people recalled what Moran had said: "A war like this is worth my participation."

It was hard to imagine how far their king had gone, to be an opponent of such terrifying monsters.

However, even after witnessing this scene, no one wavered in their loyalty to Britain, they even felt they had to fight.

To make the long-silent Britain roar.

To prove that the King of Britain was by no means inferior to the miracle of Servants, to offer the king songs of love and victory.

Not wanting to be left behind, it was the same everywhere.

A great crisis that could lead to the destruction of the world, a killing game between heroes, a miracle incomprehensible to the world.

At this moment, it was unfolding in Snowfield City.

Afterwards, the American authorities intervened.

They used the excuse of natural gas pipeline and oil transmission pipeline explosions to prohibit others from entering the Snowfield desert area.

Strangely, even though this strange thing happened.

The people in Snowfield City still lived their lives as usual, as if they hadn’t felt the explosion at all.

"Haa, so this is Snowfield City? Noel said that Moran would appear in this Holy Grail War..."

A girl with beautiful blue hair got off the plane.

She was wearing a black shirt and a short skirt.

And she was wearing intellectual black-rimmed glasses.

The girl looked up and saw the English words "Welcome to Snowfield City" at the airport exit, and a look of anticipation appeared on her face.

She looked like an ordinary girl on a trip abroad.

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And people belonging to the Church would not have thought.

A member of the Burial Agency actually skipped work to participate in the Holy Grail War!

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