As the voice rang out, a golden figure appeared before the black hole. His entire body gleamed with golden light, as though he could dispel all darkness.
He was a man no one could afford to underestimate, clad in armor forged from gold. His golden hair flowed freely, like blazing flames.
His features were exceptionally handsome, but his most striking trait was his pair of eyes, as scarlet and brilliant as blood—eyes no mortal could possess. They radiated a mysterious majesty that inspired awe without anger.
Even upon appearing on the battlefield, he stood with his arms folded, calmly surveying his surroundings. It was as natural as a king looking down upon the mortal world, with faint arrogance lingering between his brows.
Though he had never seen him before, Ye Ting recognized the newcomer's identity at first glance:
The legendary King of Heroes—the demigod king who ruled Uruk and reigned over ancient Mesopotamia. The hero with the longest history, the oldest king of the human world—the most ancient king of mankind.
Amid this bloody battlefield of transcendent beings, the king not only felt no threat, but instead revealed an intrigued smile.
"They actually sent me out—looks like this world is facing quite the crisis, doesn't it?"
His judgment was correct.
As the most ancient king of mankind, a half-human, half-divine being, Gilgamesh stood among the very strongest even as a Heroic Spirit.
Since Gaia had dispatched even a top-ranking Heroic Spirit such as him, it proved that the force needing to be eliminated was far from simple. It had likely reached the highest level of threat to the planet.
Especially since his current Heroic Spirit body was no ordinary Servant, but a body of true ether that retained most of his original strength. It could be said to be the