Multiverse: Ragnarok's Beginning - The Hero King's Path

Likewise, there was also unease—was this truly the king to choose?

Too terrifying, utterly terrifying—she was so frightened she was about to wet herself.

The first God-killer in Human History, his name—Gilgamesh!

Chapter 012: One-Time Use Noble Phantasm, Progress Reached: 99.9%

His red pupils narrowed slightly, the figure reflected on his retina motionless.

The chest pierced by that red spear, blood gushing out, soaking the stone slabs.

Was this thing called a god really just killed like that?

To be honest, when he threw out the Chains of Heaven, he couldn't be sure in his heart whether this thing would actually work on the gods of this world.

But judging by the result, it clearly did.

Look at those Chains of Heaven binding this Sky God Anu—originally in a tight, constricting state, as if pulling the chains taut, now they had loosened.

And the spear grasped in his hand, dyed as if by fresh blood, radiating an ominous aura, now felt utterly ordinary, like a common metal spear coated in red lacquer.

The reason was that both items had lost their Noble Phantasm effects—this was the reward he received after reaching 90% progress.

One-time use Noble Phantasm: Chains of Heaven, and one-time use Gae Bolg.

Back when he reached 50% progress, there was a ding sound.

'Progress reached 50%, reward: one-time use Noble Phantasm Chains of Heaven.'

One-time use?

Then when progress reached 90%:

'Progress reached 90%, reward: one-time use Gate of Babylon...'

Seeing this, he got a bit excited, but then there was more text—that was:

'...a random Noble Phantasm stored within Gate of Babylon—Gae Bolg.'

A truly vexing Noble Phantasm. It seemed impressive, but its performance was hard to put into words.

They always say spearmen have cursed luck, so he worried whether he'd been cursed too.

But upon closer inspection, he noticed the description—it wasn't Cú Chulainn's spear, but Skadi's demon-slaying magic spear.

As for why Gate of Babylon could pull out Skadi's spear instead of Gungnir, he had no idea.

Now, having killed the Sky God Anu, what was the progress?

'Current progress: 99.9%'

A truly frustrating progress, like when This Humble One was in the middle of something, only to be stuck here.

And this time, being able to kill a god so seemingly easily was also due to the other party's excessive contempt and disdain, letting the Chains of Heaven bind over.

Hm? Another guest had arrived. No help for it.

If they had come together with the Sky God from the start, he could have better unleashed the power of that spear, rather than just using it to pin a body.

At this moment, multiple figures appeared in the sky—the other Babylonian Gods, arriving a step too late.

Silence—!

The gods, who had originally kept their distance, watching from afar as the chief god Anu raged, now sensed something wrong and drew closer. What met their eyes was a scene that left their minds blank.

The chief god Anu, who had just been unleashing boundless divine might, now lay dead on the altar of the Earthly World.

Just like that, a human threw chains to knock him down, then pierced his heart like a lamb to the slaughter, killing him?

A human killed a god?

How could this be? This was absolutely an impossible truth.

But, but how to explain the scene before them?

Should they say the chief god Anu suddenly suffered some old ailment, and Gilgamesh just got lucky?

What, what a joke—that was their chief god, dying like this at a human's hands?

This was a devastating blow, a tremendous humiliation, a colossal laughingstock!

Their pupils contracted, and they noticed a large pot on the altar, with something boiling inside—a cow?

"The, the Bull of Heaven?"

The Bull of Heaven was being boiled?

This King of Uruk—Gilgamesh—was truly insane. No wonder the Sky God Anu had been so furious.

"King of Uruk, what, what have you done!"

A sharp, hoarse voice came from a goddess—Ishtar—her voice trembling just as much.

Likewise, her body was shaking, whether from fear or rage, unknown.

Facing such an accusation, Gilgamesh raised a pleased smirk.

"What have I done? As you can see, this King merely killed one of your scum. Is there any need to make such a fuss?"

This flippant tone, these dismissive words—they truly made the gods' souls tremble with rage.

Too arrogant. They wanted to strangle this human before them.

But without understanding the situation, each of them also shrank back somewhat.

They didn't believe Gilgamesh could kill the Main God Anu, but as for the others, that was another matter—who knew if some god had secretly aided Gilgamesh.

So if they rashly struck without confirming the circumstances, they might themselves be ambushed and stumble.

The chains binding the Main God Anu and the long spear piercing his heart were definitely problematic—they were absolutely not human tools, meaning weapons forged by so-called humans.

Then, carefully observing the surroundings, they found nothing amiss.

Their gazes fell back to the figure on the ground altar—Gilgamesh had already seated himself on the throne.

Though he sat on a throne atop an altar barely ten meters high, supposedly looking up at the gods, in a daze, this fearless, arrogant aura made the gods feel as if that altar towered above them in the sky, becoming so lofty that they instead had to look up at this exalted king.

A mere human, yet he made them, the gods, have such an illusion!!!

This shocked, shamed, and enraged them all at once!

The next moment, a terrifying divine might filled heaven and earth—another Main God of their pantheon, Marduk, had descended.

Main God Marduk fearlessly appeared on the altar, beside the divine body of Lord Anu, and reached for the weapon that had slain Lord Anu.

"What—!"

Marduk wore a stunned expression. The long spear in his hand, stained as if with blood, was nothing more than an ordinary weapon forged by humans—so ordinary it couldn't be more so.

How could this be!

Such a weapon was utterly incapable of killing Anu. Even if he had lost his Divine Power, piercing his body would be nearly impossible.

Even if it truly pierced his body, how was the god's soul also annihilated?

And the binding chains—with a wave of his hand, they flew into his grasp. Upon inspection, they were just ordinary chains as well.

"You—what did you do? King of Uruk, who helped you?"

It was too bizarre. Anu had died by a mortal's weapon?

Completely killed, reduced to cosmic dust. No matter what resurrection method was used, it was useless—this was already a fixed causal fact.

"This King does not wish to answer a second time. As for who helped this King? Heh heh, why would this King need anyone's help?"

That unassailable arrogance, that disdainful superiority—even to Marduk, it didn't seem like a lie.

This Human King was simply that proud.

It seemed no useful information could be gained, so Marduk's expression turned severe.

In an instant, terrifying apocalyptic thunder gathered above, coalescing into a spear of lightning—Divine Punishment!

Chapter 013: Divine Punishment Curtain Call, the Next Role Is...

If not for the lightning in the sky providing illumination, heaven and earth would be plunged into pitch-black darkness where one couldn't see their hand before them.

The thick, leaden black clouds felt as if they would fall to the ground and crush the earth.

The thunder that rang out was deafening, dizzying to the ears.

Tens of thousands of lightning serpents converged toward one place—directly above the King of Uruk's head.

The serpent lightning continuously gathered and formed into a Spear of Judgment, its color deepening from white to blue, and finally to black.

And black—that generally symbolized death. So this was Divine Punishment bringing death.

Such Divine Punishment, even through the screen spanning time and space, made Goll, watching from afar, tremble uncontrollably, her legs going weak.

If not for her small hands gripping Sister Brunhilde's clothes to support herself, she felt she might go weak-kneed and plop down on the ground.

Was this the wrath of a Main God?

If she were in the same time and space, she would surely collapse under such pressure, sitting on the ground shivering nonstop, scared into tears.

Now, she and Sister Brunhilde were no longer in the same coordinate but different time-space.

Simply put, they were no longer in a holographic projection but watching a two-dimensional screen.

Now, they had returned to Akasha's Chamber, viewing the scene on the screen.

The reason they no longer watched via holographic projection was fear of being detected and causing unnecessary trouble.

If possible, before carrying out [Ragnarok], Brunhilde didn't want to expose the list of personnel she had selected.

She planned to give those bastard gods a big surprise.

Watching the image on the screen before her, Brunhilde couldn't help but furrow her brow.

If that black Divine Punishment fell, not only would the body be reduced to ashes, but the soul would also vanish completely, just like the Sky God Anu.

At that point, no matter what resurrection method was used, it would be useless. If so, she would be unable to summon King Gilgamesh to participate in [Ragnarok].

Damn it. Brunhilde, biting her thumb, was deeply unwilling.

And as Main God Marduk waved his hand, the black judgment seemed to split space as it descended, making Brunhilde clench her fists, her heart leaping to her throat.

The black spear of Divine Punishment shot straight toward Gilgamesh, yet he himself showed no intention of dodging. Was this confidence that it couldn't harm him? Did he still have some trick up his sleeve?

Then, the black lightning struck him, seemingly absorbed into his body and vanishing, as if nothing had happened.

This scene made Brunhilde's heart leap with joy—so there was a backup plan after all—

But before her delighted expression could fully form, it froze instantly.

Gilgamesh's body dissipated like dry ice sublimating, and in the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a skeleton.

Crack, crack, crack—it was as if the sound of fissures could be heard through the screen, as dense black cracks spread across the skeleton.

Then, as if with a sharp snap, it shattered into countless sand-like fragments, instantly turning black before crumbling further into powder.

But it wasn't over yet. A translucent humanoid figure could be seen engulfed in black flames—that was the soul.

That soul burned like the last dregs of oil in a lamp, consumed as fuel.

For an ordinary person, they would have already let out a wretched scream, their soul writhing and twisting into a shapeless mess.

Yet this human torch remained utterly still, maintaining its original seated posture.

"The others should be punished too."

"Yes, mere humans, daring to look at us with such eyes."

The other gods believed that Gilgamesh alone should not be executed—his subjects should also face punishment, so he could witness the consequences of his arrogance.

At these words, the soul torch, which had been unmoving, suddenly lifted its head, and in an instant, a murderous intent erupted that made the very air tremble.

This killing intent, as if it could tear the sky apart, made the malicious gods tense up instantly, a chill running through them that made them shiver.

Some gods, unable to withstand the pressure, were so frightened they lost their ability to float and plummeted. If not for someone catching them, it would have been a tremendous loss of face.

"Damn it, that cursed Gilgamesh!!!"

The god who nearly fell from fright was Ishtar—she was the one who had been inciting the punishment of other humans.