Boom— A violent explosion erupted across the ground. Rather than retrieve his Noble Phantasms as usual, Gilgamesh hurled them down as disposable weapons through Broken Phantasm.
The blast wave tore up trees dozens of meters away and flung them heavily into the distance. The temple gate, once worshipped by countless believers, turned to ash. The terrifying roar could be heard even several kilometers away. Sleeping residents fled their homes in panic, staring in disbelief toward Ryudō Temple. Billowing black smoke drifted through the sky like a demon's smile.
Had the war begun again?! Countless people's legs trembled. Where were the Self-Defense Forces? Hurry and save Fuyuki City!
"Is this all you can do, Gilgamesh?" A hoarse voice emerged from the land ravaged by Noble Phantasms. "If this is all you have, today will be the day you die."
The Nine-headed Divine Dragon tore through the black smoke. They were dragon-shaped arrows of light, scorching beyond measure. Carrying an oppression no weaker than that of Divine Beasts, they roared soundlessly as they attacked the Ship of the Sun from every direction, seeking to tear apart everything in their path.
The berserk power shattered that precious Golden Ship. The explosion produced an intense flash and endless blazing flames. A terrifying mushroom cloud rose once more over this nation, weighing upon the hearts of all who witnessed it like a mountain.
The elderly who had lived through that war looked grief-stricken. Those with weaker nerves collapsed directly to the ground, while some fell and never rose again.
"You think such an attack can harm me? Don't make me laugh." Gorgeous petals bloomed upon the earth, layers upon layers of defensive barriers protecting Gilgamesh. He fell from the sky, then stepped out of the explosion completely unscathed. "Now that you have dragged me down