"You just wait!! Once I get out of here, I will absolutely destroy your Underworld!!"
This man did not give up.
He lay on the ground, impaled by dozens of spears, but his body was constantly struggling.
The gun made a creaking sound, as if it might break at any moment.
Ereshkigal frowned.
He is using his Noble Phantasm—
" Usurper of the Heavenly Wind Pandora"
They were gradually eroding her authority as the mistress of the underworld.
The effects of her Noble Phantasm are slowly eroding her Hades sovereignty.
With each passing minute, she could feel her strength draining away a little.
Although the speed is very slow.
But if left unchecked, sooner or later—
"Mmm."
Ereshkigal rubbed his forehead.
So annoying.
It's so annoying.
She is the goddess of the underworld.
Her duty is to judge the souls of the dead, settle the deceased, and maintain order in the Underworld.
Not as a nanny.
I'm talking to you.
A lazy voice came from beside her.
Ereshkigal turned his head.
A semi-transparent golden figure floated beside her, arms crossed, with that infuriating smile on its face.
The Soul of Gilgamesh Caster Class).
After his departure, his soul did not return to the Throne of Heroes.
Because all the Servant souls in the Holy Grail War should ultimately be collected by the Greater Grail.
But his soul was intercepted by the Underworld beforehand.
Ereshkigal's Underworld will automatically reclaim all souls that died within the Snowfield City area.
The moment his soul left his body, it was pulled in by the gravity of the Underworld.
He is here now, drifting aimlessly as a resident soul in the Underworld.
Can't you just be quiet for a second?
Gilgamesh floated in mid-air, looking at Heracles was pinned to the ground.
"He's clearly dead, why are you making so much noise?"
"I'm Avenger!! How can Avenger be trapped and die in this place!!"
Heracles struggled and roared.
Gilgamesh laughed even more heartily.
"You are no longer the Heracles who accomplished the Twelve Labors."
"You were transformed into Avenger by your Master using Black Mud and Command Spell, becoming a monster capable only of Wrath and slaughter."
Look at yourself now.
"His skin was dark red, his face was filled with hatred, and even his divine beast fur coat was torn to shreds."
"This doesn't look like a great hero at all."
"What's the difference between them and savages?"
"You!!"
Heracles tried to stand up, but dozens of Soul Cage Spears pinned his limbs and torso firmly in place.
"And also..."
Gilgamesh continued in that smug tone.
"How did you die again? Oh right, you were locked in a cage that kept getting smaller and smaller, and then blasted into pieces by a bunch of energy blasts."
"Tsk tsk tsk."
He shook his head.
"The hero of the Twelve Labors, the possessor of the God Hand, was killed like a whack-a-mole."
That's terrible.
Heracles's face darkened.
"Shut up!!!"
Why should I shut up?
Gilgamesh tilted his head.
"I'm just stating the facts."
"Trapped in a cage, their space gradually compressed, and then killed by a hail of bullets."
"They didn't even have a chance to fight back."
"This is the great hero you've been talking about?"
"I'll kill you!! I'll definitely kill you when I get out of here!!!"
Gilgamesh laughed.
"Then you'd better hurry up and get out of here."
"Oh, by the way, you can't get out now."
"Because the mistress of the Underworld has pinned you to the ground."
"And that woman's power is being gradually taken away by your Noble Phantasm, so she doesn't have time to pay attention to you."
"You two can just stay here and wait it out."
"I will be watching from the side."
"How interesting!"
Ereshkigal's temple throbbed.
"Could you... stop stirring up trouble here?"
"I didn't do anything."
Gilgamesh spread his hands.
"I was just admiring the scenery of the Underworld."
"The scenery in the Underworld is indeed quite beautiful."
"There was a great hero trapped on the earth, and a goddess of the underworld whose powers were about to be stripped away."
"How harmonious!"
"..."
Ereshkigal took a deep breath.
She decided to ignore him.
She turned her head and continued to watch Heracles, who was pinned to the ground.
The effects of that Noble Phantasm are still ongoing.
She could feel her authority as the master of the underworld being stripped away little by little.
It's very slow.
If she doesn't take action...
She sighed again.
Simultaneously dealing with a struggling hero and a sarcastic jerk standing by.
The work of the goddess of the underworld was much more tiring than she had imagined.
"Ugh, really."
She covered her face.
Why did this have to happen to me?
"He just wanted to manage the Underworld quietly."
"Why would Ishtar come to a place like this to participate in the Holy Grail War?"
"Why did Chain Summoning pull me in too?"
"Why did a madman and an even madder bastard barge into the Underworld I painstakingly created?"
Why?
After a period of impotent rage...
Ereshkigal decided to refocus his attention on the workings of the Underworld.
Heracles's soul seal can at least be maintained for a while longer.
Before that, she needs to find a way to completely solve this problem.
Either shatter his soul completely, rendering him conscious.
Either find a way to throw him out of the Underworld.
But regardless of which one, she needs to focus her energy on fighting against the corruption of the " Usurper of the Heavenly Wind ".
Meanwhile, that bastard's spirit next to her kept talking and interfering with her.
"Hey, can't you go explore other parts of the Underworld?"
"Don't want."
"Why?"
"Because it's so funny to see you and this great hero suffering."
"I haven't been this happy even in the last few days of my life."
"..."
Who exactly are you?
" King of Heroes."
Gilgamesh righteous indignation.
"And one of the greatest souls that the Underworld will eventually receive."
"Although I am still a soul now, my position as king is beyond question."
"Then you were still pulled in by the gravity of my Underworld."
"That's because I was killed in the mortal world."
By whom?
"..."
Gilgamesh's expression froze for a moment.
"By that silver-haired Archer."
"Oh? The same person who killed that great hero?"
"... right."
You're just as embarrassing.
Ereshkigal said something expressionlessly.
Gilgamesh's smile vanished.
"... That woman is strange."
"What's so strange about it?"
"She possesses a certain power."
"All attacks imbued with Divinity are ineffective against her."
"No matter how I attack, the Ea and the Penetrating Noble Phantasm are all nullified."
"Just as she herself is not subject to the jurisdiction of the gods."
"The same goes for that great hero; his attacks are ineffective against her."
"The same goes for your best friend Enkidu."
"All invalid."
Ereshkigal paused for a moment.
"Then what is she?"
"Have no idea."
Gilgamesh shook his head.
"But I think she might be a being from some mythology who is opposed to the gods."
"Because her power is essentially a denial of God."
"In the mythological system, only a very few beings possess this power."
Ereshkigal seemed lost in thought.
"That sounds complicated."
"Very troublesome."
Gilgamesh nodded.
"If you're going to fight her, you'd better pray you don't have Divinity."
"My advice is to stay in the Underworld and not go out."
"At least this is your home turf."
"... I know what I'm doing."
Ereshkigal said.
But she had already started making plans in her mind.
That silver-haired Archer possesses complete immunity to all Divinity attacks.
If it's a head-on battle...
"It's definitely safer to stay in the Underworld after all."
She muttered something under her breath.
Gilgamesh heard this and laughed.
"I admire your wisdom in knowing when to retreat."
"That's not a retreat, that's called tactics."
"Yes, yes, tactics, tactics."
Ereshkigal covered his ears.
"Can you two please be quiet?!"
"Cannot."