"This guy is so reckless!"
In the Type-Moon universe, Ishtar stared wide-eyed at the battle unfolding before her.
She had never seen anyone go bare-handed against Gugalanna.
And the raw strength this guy had—it was terrifying. One punch, and he bent Gugalanna's armor. Is this something a normal person could even do?
"And the powers he wields? They're downright unfair!"
"He can even directly affect Gugalanna's control over his Authority. Could this guy be some kind of god-slayer?"
His strength was overwhelming, his speed blinding, and his recovery abilities were off the charts.
And his command over his own Authority was extraordinarily versatile—he seemed to have a full range of abilities, specializing in total dominance and underhanded tactics.
He could interfere with the powers gods wield, effortlessly altering their very essence.
And this is just what Ishtar has seen so far.
"A nemesis of the gods—that's a fitting title. It perfectly describes this young man."
Though Ishtar was clearly irritated with the unreliable goddess for keeping this from her, she couldn't help but admit that the madwoman's description of the youth was strangely accurate.
Gilgamesh, whose sight could reach farther, immediately discerned that the youth in the projection wasn't a god. Not even a trace of divine essence was present on him.
Instead, he radiated the basest of human flaws and a purely mortal aura.
Yet, everything this youth had done so far had been pushing him closer to godhood—yet he did it as a human.
"Huh?"
Ishtar uttered a confused sound, while Gilgamesh merely pointed at Gugalanna, who was now charging forward, his body crackling with electricity.
"Don't you get it? Look at Gugalanna's state."
"Gugalanna?"
Gilgamesh glanced at Ishtar's puzzled expression, and his eyelid twitched in annoyance.
It was Siduri, the priestess serving the King, who finally understood and translated for Ishtar.
"Lady Ishtar, the King means that Gugalanna's wound hasn't healed."
"Huh?"
Ishtar froze for a moment, then quickly turned her head. Sure enough, she saw that Gugalanna's injured front hoof was still bleeding, the wound continuing to seep blood.
Siduri continued explaining.
"That youth's attack has prevented Gugalanna from healing. This is something neither the King nor his closest ally has been able to do."
"The Chains of Heaven can only restrain gods, and even with that restraint, the King struggled greatly to defeat Gugalanna."
"But this youth is completely different. A mere physical strike was enough to inflict an incurable wound on Gugalanna. I believe this youth possesses the power to slay a god."
Gilgamesh suddenly felt his blood pressure drop upon hearing Siduri's analysis.
He shot a sharp, annoyed glance at the foolish goddess, feeling an all-too-familiar headache. He never expected this bumbling idiot to offer anything useful, but right now, he just hoped she wouldn't cause any more trouble.
Watching the projection of the youth facing Gugalanna, Gilgamesh couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
As the King of Uruk, Gilgamesh had fought in countless battles. Naturally, with his experience, he could gauge the youth's strength.
In that moment, he felt like he was watching his younger self.
But the youth in the projection was far more reckless than Gilgamesh had been in his youth. At the very least, Gilgamesh would never have tried to trade punches with Gugalanna. Had he ever thought to do so, he might have already met his end in the Underworld.
Now, the battle in the projection resumed.
"Moo!!!"
With a mighty bellow, Gugalanna began to accelerate.
His speed wasn't particularly fast—it was actually quite slow. But with electricity crackling around his body, even at this slow pace, there was no opening to attack.
Bell understood this perfectly, so he simply moved around the area at his fastest speed.
'Just one chance is enough.'
Bell knew that the next opportunity would decide the end of this battle.
He needed to wait for that moment to arrive.
That injured front hoof couldn't stay in its current state forever, especially since the wound was incurable. Gugalanna's condition would only worsen from here; it wouldn't get better.
As Gugalanna's speed increased, the wound on his foreleg began to bleed profusely. But with every drop of blood, Gugalanna's speed only increased.
Within minutes, Gugalanna's speed had reached a remarkable level.
His massive body, now moving at full speed, was like a heavy, charging bulldozer—ready to crush anything in its path.
Yet, because of Gugalanna's reckless speed, the wound on his front leg became even worse.
Blood pooled on the ground, spreading across the floor, creating a thick mist of crimson.
"Moo!!!"
The more blood he lost, the more Gugalanna's momentum surged, showing no sign of weakness.
But at that exact moment, a wall suddenly rose from the ground, blocking Gugalanna's path. His oxen eyes narrowed as he lost track of his target. The enemy's presence now seemed erratic and elusive.
But just moments ago, he had clearly seen the enemy behind that wall.
It was an obvious trap.
However, after a brief moment of contemplation, Gugalanna didn't slow down. Instead, he charged forward with his maximum speed.
No matter what trap the enemy set, he couldn't afford to dodge now.
If it came down to raw strength, he would not lose!
"Moo!!!"
With his horns lowered slightly, Gugalanna charged directly at the wall.
"Boom!"
The wall cracked easily under the force of Gugalanna's horns.
And behind it, Gugalanna found his enemy.
But at that crucial moment, the ground beneath his feet—no, the ice beneath his hooves—shattered.
"Crack!"
Below the frozen surface was the sandy earth.
Caught off guard, Gugalanna's front hoof sank deep into the sand.
The sudden disruption caused Gugalanna's flawless momentum to falter.
And in that instant, Bell, who had been ready, appeared directly in front of Gugalanna.
"Pfft!"