"Not to mention that you only possessed two-thirds of divine blood. Even if you truly were a god, you would still be beneath my notice," Meruem said without even looking at Gilgamesh standing atop the streetlamp.
"Wretch! You are courting death!" Countless Noble Phantasms extended from behind Gilgamesh, and the entire space behind him trembled.
Gilgamesh was nearly driven mad with rage by Meruem. Already arrogant and conceited by nature, he had never expected to encounter someone even more overbearing than himself here.
No one had ever dared speak to him like this. Never! Whenever anyone heard the name Gilgamesh, no matter how displeased they were with him, they had to acknowledge his identity as the oldest King.
Yet all of that was completely useless before Meruem.
Do not forget that Meruem was not from this world at all. This so-called oldest King meant nothing to Meruem. On the contrary, someone who had not even conquered a single world dared proclaim himself supreme above and below heaven? How laughable. Meruem had ruled over planes more than once, and in the Dragon Ball World, he had risen to the level of galaxies across the universe. Compared to a mere region of Sumer on Earth, that was truly rather small-minded.
If Gilgamesh called himself the oldest King, then what were Frieza, Cooler, and King Cold? They were genuine Universe Emperors.
Besides, did Gilgamesh, King of ancient Sumer, truly count as the oldest King? If the Holy Grail had included heroic spirits from the Zhonghua Family, then among the Flame Emperor, Yellow Emperor, Shennong, and Suirenshi, whose legends were not older than Gilgamesh's?
Fine, those were all legends and could not be counted in the Holy Grail War. If that was the case, then there was indeed nothing more to say.
"Die, wretch!"