A One-Time Noble Phantasm, Progress: 99.9% / Divine Punishment: The Curtain Falls; The Next Character Is...

Likewise, she felt deeply uneasy. Was she really going to choose this king?

Too, too scary. It was terrifying. She was so frightened she was about to wet herself.

The first person in Human History to kill a Main God—Gilgamesh!

A One-Time Noble Phantasm, Progress Reaches: 99.9%

His crimson eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the motionless body before him.

Blood gushed from the chest pierced by the red spear, soaking the stone slabs.

Had a god really been killed just like that?

To be honest, when he threw out Enkidu, he had not been certain whether the thing would actually work on the gods of this world.

But judging from the outcome, it clearly had.

Look at the Chains of Heaven binding Anu, the Sky God. They had originally been tightly wound, as though someone had been pulling them taut, but now they had loosened.

The spear in his hand, seemingly stained crimson with blood and radiating an ominous aura, now felt utterly ordinary, like nothing more than a regular metal spear coated in red paint.

The reason was that these two items had lost their Noble Phantasm effects. This was the reward he received once his progress reached 90%.

A one-time Noble Phantasm, Enkidu, and the one-time Gae Bolg.

When the progress had reached 50%, there had been a ding.

'Progress has reached 50%. Reward: one-time Noble Phantasm, Enkidu.'

One-time?

Then, when the progress reached 90%—

'Progress has reached 90%. Reward: one-time Gate of Babylon...'

He had been rather excited upon seeing that, but there was more text afterward—

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

It was a rather frustrating Noble Phantasm. It looked incredibly powerful, yet its performance was difficult to put into words.

They always said Lancers had E-rank luck, so he could not help wondering whether he had been cursed as well.

But after taking a closer look, he found an explanation. It was not Cú Chulainn's spear, but Skadi's god-slaying demonic spear.

As for why he could draw Skadi's spear from Gate of Babylon rather than Gungnir, he had no idea.

So now that he had killed Anu, the Sky God, what was his progress?

'Current progress: 99.9%'

What an irritating number. It was like getting stuck right at the end when doing something.

And the reason he had seemingly killed a god so easily this time was also because his opponent had been too dismissive and contemptuous, allowing Enkidu to bind him.

Hm? More guests had arrived. There was nothing he could do about that.

If they had come together with the Sky God from the start, he could have unleashed that spear's power more effectively instead of merely using it to pin down a body.

At that moment, multiple figures appeared in the sky. They were the other Babylonian Gods, who had arrived a step too late.

Silence—!

The gods had originally watched from afar, not daring to approach because Main God Anu was enraged. But after sensing that something was wrong and moving closer, the sight before them left their minds blank.

Main God Anu, who had just been radiating endless divine might, now lay dead upon the Altar of the Earthly World.

A human had thrown chains at him, dragged him down, and then pierced his heart, killing him like a lamb awaiting slaughter?

A human had killed a god?

How was that possible? That was an absolute truth that could never be achieved.

But how were they supposed to explain the scene before them?

Were they supposed to say that Main God Anu had suddenly suffered some old illness, allowing Gilgamesh to stumble into a lucky kill?

W-What kind of joke was that? Their Main God had actually died at the hands of a human?

It was a devastating blow, a monstrous humiliation, an enormous joke!

Their pupils contracted as they noticed something else on the Altar—a huge cauldron? A bull was being cooked inside it?

"T-The Bull of Heaven?"

The Bull of Heaven was being cooked?

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

"King of Uruk, w-what have you done?!"

The one who spoke in a shrill, hoarse voice was a goddess—Ishtar. Her voice trembled as well.

Her body was trembling too. It was impossible to tell whether she was shaking from fear or rage.

Faced with that accusation, Gilgamesh curled his lips into a delighted smile.

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

That flippant tone, those casual words, made the gods tremble with rage to their very souls.

He was far too arrogant. They wanted nothing more than to strangle the human before them.

But before they understood the situation, each of them hesitated.

They did not believe Gilgamesh could have killed Main God Anu himself, but perhaps someone else had. Maybe some god had secretly aided Gilgamesh.

If they rashly attacked before confirming the situation, they might be ambushed and brought down as well.

There was definitely something wrong with the chains binding Main God Anu and the spear piercing his heart. They certainly were not human weapons—that is, weapons forged by humans.

After carefully surveying their surroundings, however, they found nothing unusual.

Their gazes returned to the figure on the Altar below. Gilgamesh had already seated himself upon his throne.

He was clearly seated on a throne atop an Altar only a dozen meters high, and should have been looking up at the gods. Yet in that dazed instant, his fearless, arrogant presence made the gods feel as if the Altar stood higher than they did in the sky, becoming so towering that they instead had to look up at the king seated above them.

He was merely a human, yet he made gods like them feel such an illusion!!!

It left them shocked, ashamed, and enraged!

The next second, 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 Anu's divine body and reached for the weapon that had killed Anu.

"What—?!"

Marduk wore a stunned expression. The spear in his hand, which looked as if it had been stained with blood, was nothing more than an utterly ordinary weapon forged by humans.

How was that possible?!

Such a weapon could not possibly kill Anu. Even if he lost his Divine Power, it would still be nearly impossible for it to pierce his body.

Even if it truly pierced his body, how could a god's soul have been destroyed as well?

With a gesture of his hand, the chains binding him flew into his grasp. Upon inspection, they too were merely ordinary chains.

"What did you do, King of Uruk? Who helped you?"

It was far too bizarre. Anu had died to a mortal weapon just like that?

He had been completely killed, reduced to cosmic dust. No method of resurrection would work anymore. This was now an established fact of causality.

"I do not wish to answer the same question twice. As for who helped me? Hahahaha, why would I need anyone's help?"

That unparalleled arrogance, that disdainful and lofty attitude, did not seem false to Marduk.

This Human King was simply that proud.

It seemed he would get no useful information, so Marduk's expression turned stern.

In an instant, terrifying apocalyptic lightning appeared overhead, gathering into a spear of thunder. It was Divine Punishment!

Divine Punishment Draws the Curtain, the Next Role Is...

If not for the lightning illuminating the sky, heaven and earth would have been covered in pitch-black darkness where one could not see a hand before one's face.

The dense black clouds, heavy as lead, gave the impression that they might fall to the ground and crush the earth.

The booming thunder was deafening enough to make one dizzy.

Tens of thousands of lightning serpents converged upon a single point—directly above the King of Uruk's head.

The lightning serpents continuously gathered and took shape into a Spear of Judgment. Its color darkened from white to blue, then finally turned black.

And black generally symbolized death, so this was Divine Punishment meant to bring death.

Even through the spacetime screen, the distant Goll trembled violently, her legs turning weak.

If her little hands had not clutched Sister Brunhilde's clothes to support herself, she felt she would have collapsed onto the ground.

Was this the wrath of a Main God?

If she had been in the same spacetime, she would surely have crumpled to the ground beneath such pressure, shivering without end, her eyes brimming with terrified tears.

Now, she and Sister Brunhilde were no longer in separate timespaces at the same coordinates.

Simply put, they were no longer inside a holographic image. They were watching a two-dimensional screen.

They had returned to Akasha's Chamber and were watching the image on the screen.

The reason they no longer used the holographic viewing method was that they feared being discovered and causing unnecessary trouble.

If possible, before Ragnarok began, Brunhilde did not want the roster she had selected to be exposed.

She intended to give those bastard gods one enormous surprise.

As she watched the image on the screen, Brunhilde could not help frowning.

Once that black Divine Punishment descended, not only would the body be reduced to ashes, but the soul would be completely erased as well, just like Anu, the Sky God.

At that point, no resurrection method would work. If that happened, she would be unable to summon King Gilgamesh to participate in Ragnarok.

Damn it. Brunhilde bit her thumb, filled with unwillingness.

As Main God Marduk waved his hand, the black judgment descended as if it would tear space apart. Brunhilde clenched her fists, her heart rising to her throat.

The black spear of Divine Punishment shot toward Gilgamesh, yet he made no move to evade. Was he confident it could not harm him? Did he still have some trump card?

Then the black lightning struck him. It seemed to be absorbed by him and vanished, as though nothing had happened.

The sight made Brunhilde inwardly rejoice. As expected, he had a trump card—

Before her delighted expression could fully form, it froze.

Gilgamesh's body vanished like dry ice sublimating. In the blink of an eye, he had become a skeleton.

Crack, crack, crack, crack. It was as though she could hear the sound of fractures even through the screen. Dense black cracks spread across the skeleton.

With what seemed like a sharp crack, it instantly shattered into countless sand-like fragments. They immediately turned black, then broke down again into powder.

But it was not over yet. A translucent humanoid figure could be seen engulfed in black flames. That was his soul.

The soul burned like the remaining oil in a lamp, consumed as fuel.

An ordinary person would have already let out agonized screams, their soul twisting into a distorted, inhuman shape.

Yet that humanoid torch remained utterly motionless, maintaining the same seated posture as before.

"Others should be punished as well."

"That's right. Mere humans actually dared look at us with such eyes."

The other gods believed Gilgamesh alone should not be executed. His people should be punished too, so that he could see the consequences of his arrogance.

At those words, the once-motionless torch of a soul abruptly raised its head, erupting with killing intent so intense that the air trembled.

That killing intent, seemingly capable of tearing open the heavens, made the malicious gods tense up instantly. A chill ran through them, making them shudder.

Some gods who could not endure that killing intent for even a moment were so frightened that they could no longer maintain flight and fell from the air. If someone had not grabbed her, she would have been utterly humiliated.

"Damn it, curse you, Gilgamesh!!!"

The god who had nearly fallen was Ishtar. It was she who had instigated the idea of punishing the other humans as well.