"How is this possible?"
"I can't even defeat one of his Heroic Spirit aspects?" Gilgamesh was full of disbelief.
This blow made him question his life a little.
He once couldn't beat Duncan's true form, after all, his opponent was a living legend, an Immortal, which was understandable. But now, even an aspect could beat him like this, Gilgamesh found it simply unbelievable, doubting if he forgot to bring the Law of his Spiritual Base upon descending.
Duncan's expression carried a hint of mockery, and he said lightly, "It's been eight hundred years."
"My legend has spread across the world."
"And what about you?"
"Along with that Sumerian myth shroud, you've gradually perished."
The sin of pollution was not Gilgamesh. This guy was just a bit arrogant and a bit foolish, not reaching the level of original sin.
Duncan's gaze fell upon the peculiar weapon in his hand.
——The Sumerian Narration Creation Epic.
