If developed to its ultimate form, it should be able to completely recreate Earth's original environment, perhaps even enveloping the entire planet!
But clearly, Gilgamesh had neither the knowledge nor the brains for that.
And now, Morpheus could only analyze this Noble Phantasm a little, recording the patterns on its stone tablet. Only after memorizing those patterns and images did Morpheus toss the Noble Phantasm down.
The Sword of Rupture landed before Gilgamesh, as though a wife who had been toyed with had been thrown back before her husband.
Gilgamesh's expression changed, but it eventually darkened. He showed no anger, merely reaching out and picking up the Sword of Rupture.
It had suffered no damage. It was still the same Sword of Rupture. Though Gilgamesh felt disgusted that this mongrel had touched his weapon, he had no choice but to pick it up, because it was his strongest weapon at present.
Moreover, it was a necessary weapon for the move he was about to use!
"Mongrel, I admit that you are powerful, and cunning as well. The anti-dragon trait you possess is simply among the most obvious and terrifying special advantages I have ever seen. But you still underestimated me!"
As he spoke, striving to make himself look more imposing, Gilgamesh's magical power gathered once more.
Everything around him turned into magical power. It was the magical power of the Great Source, power ordinary people could not use. Yet Gilgamesh could wield it, because he was a Heroic Spirit born from the Age of Gods!
Though he disliked, feared, and despised the gods in his heart, Gilgamesh once again used his divine power. Relying on that special authority, he absorbed all the magical power of the Great Source!
Countless Noble Phantasms appeared behind him, resonating with the Sword of Rupture