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That was a light.
It was scarlet, a red light brewing slaughter and conquest.
"Stop! Mortal! You are defying the gods!!!"
The voice that came was somewhat aged, yet filled with vigor—it was the cry of a god.
The one crying out was the god named 'Anu', the chief god of the Sumerian pantheon.
This God-King who influenced all of Uruk, at this moment, watched with eyes filled with fear and hatred the flickering red radiance that spanned heaven and earth, and the golden figure faintly visible within the light.
But Anu was powerless to stop him.
As Anu, the god of gods in the Sumerian pantheon, powerful as he was, he still felt an incomparable powerlessness before that red light...
He was about to perish here, along with His temple and countless Sumerian gods.
"Well then, are the last words finished, mongrel?"
The golden figure within the light wore an arrogant smile.
However, his normally handsome face was slightly distorted by a somewhat savage expression.
In his hand, the tightly gripped black and red "sword" was poised, ready at any moment to unleash a strike that could shatter heaven and earth.
Not far before him stood the masterpiece of those so-called gods, the most magnificent Sumerian temple.
Today, he would drag these high-and-mighty gods down from their divine pedestals!!!
He would make these lofty gods understand the price of angering him through the most tragic end.
Countless exquisite buildings were already mostly destroyed; even the few that hadn't completely collapsed had suffered damage to varying degrees.
Countless demigods and divine servants alike were fleeing everywhere like headless flies. Yet, none of them had any chance of survival.
Streaks of golden light pierced their bodies. Ancient weapons, the prototypes of countless Noble Phantasms, were displayed here one by one.
Tens of thousands of ripples flickered across the sky. From within those golden ripples surged the crystallizations of human wisdom—endless "Noble Phantasms".
That was Gilgamesh's "Gate of Babylon", the greatest reliance of the King of Heroes as the strongest!
Facing the barrage of tens of thousands of Noble Phantasms, no matter how strong the expert—even the few remaining demigods who existed as warriors—none could escape the fate of being annihilated one by one.
"Gilgamesh, one day, you will pay the price for your arrogance!"
Utu, the Sun God, fled wretchedly from his luxurious divine palace, trying with all his might to get away from the surging red radiance.
However, golden chains mercilessly intercepted him.
These Chains of Heaven, the divine artifact bestowed upon him by these very Sumerian gods, now gorgeously constructed the tomb of the gods, like a silent mockery towards the Sumerian deities.
"Gilgamesh, the gods will not forgive such a crime!"
Watching all the demigods and divine messengers fall from the sky like birds with broken wings, turning into a torrential rain of blood mid-air that nourished the parched land of Uruk...
Anu, the God-King, could only glare furiously at the golden-haired man before him.
Layers upon layers of the 'Chains of Heaven' bound his body, preventing him from even the most basic act of fleeing.
And surrounding the temple, chains extended from the endless golden ripples, capturing countless gods who could not be killed directly by the Noble Phantasms.
They could only watch helplessly as they, their companions, and this splendid palace—everything—were swallowed by that scarlet light.
A sense of helplessness welled up, resentment festering in Anu's chest.
"Ha, what joke are you playing? The so-called gods are about to meet their curtain call right now! Since you insisted on provoking me, you should have been prepared to fall first, mongrels!"
Gilgamesh stood upon his golden flying vessel, looking down on everything, laughing wildly and unrestrainedly. His eyes held undisguised contempt.
Perhaps, for him, there was no need to hide his disdain for these so-called gods.
This was his revenge—revenge against the gods at any cost, for the sake of his one and only friend!!!
"Well then, are the last words spoken? Scum."
As he said this, the savage smile on his face deepened.
Hearing his words, the dozen or so gods bound by the Chains of Heaven couldn't help but show fear.
As gods, they naturally knew they were about to face annihilation.
Only Anu's heart, at this moment, was filled with endless grief.
It was precisely because He had believed Ishtar's tearful pleas, ordering Enkidu to commit suicide, that He had angered this sole king on earth, giving him the reason and pretext to assault the divine temple.
"Then, turn completely into dust, you high-and-mighty wastes!"
Gilgamesh's arrogance intensified as he delivered the final judgment upon these powerless gods.
The "Sword of Rupture" that cleaved the world swung down. Scarlet light raged forth. Within the vortex of red light, everything was annihilated and pulverized...
The entire Sumerian pantheon was slaughtered completely at his hands!
Accompanied by the cries of Anu and the other gods, the scarlet light, tearing space itself, pressed down upon the entire luxurious structure and the gods upon it.
Whether it was golden divine blood or golden rubble, everything rained down upon the earth like a torrential storm.
At this moment, the gods have fallen!
...
Several days after the Fall of the Gods, the earth, nourished by divine blood, saw both crops and weeds grow vigorously.
But the people of Uruk were immersed in grief.
Their king had disappeared.
Their king had achieved the great feat of slaughtering the gods...
—But had vanished from this world.
Their magnanimous, benevolent, peerless king; the king who led them to develop countless technologies; the king who bestowed upon them knowledge and techniques; the king who conquered the world and trampled the earth...
Just like that, along with the annihilation of the gods, he vanished into history.
As if... he had never existed...
Whether heroes possessing strength or penniless commoners, all grieved the king's departure.
...
However, a few days prior, after the gods had fallen, the tyrant named Gilgamesh arrived before a clear spring.
The spring water was so clear, but it was this clear spring that allowed Gilgamesh to completely transcend his human status.
He looked at this spring, found after searching for the fruit of immortality, a trace of sorrow in his eyes.
He was not a native of this world, but had simply become the existence known as 'Gilgamesh' at the moment of his birth.
Yes, he was not the Heroic Spirit Gilgamesh from the original "Type-Moon Series", merely a transmigrator, an ordinary passerby.
But he grew up in Uruk, learned in Uruk, built his power in Uruk. Decades of time led him to accept this life, and to accept this world.
He understood Gilgamesh's arrogance, inherited the will of Uruk's former king Lugalbanda, and led Uruk to conquer all of Africa...
The responsibility of a monarch, for the survival of humanity, he never stopped, nor did he forget his original heart.
Even in death, he was unwilling to become a tool of Gaia and Alaya, nor was he willing to let his true self be forever left in the "Throne of Heroes" outside the world.
His advancing steps could not yet stop...
Therefore.
A golden key appeared in his hand. Then, from the golden ripples, the scarlet, cylindrical sword was withdrawn.
This weapon named "Sword of Rupture", which witnessed the dawn of creation, its cylindrical blade capable of cleaving this world apart.
Unlike the later Epic of Gilgamesh, he had devoured the fruit of immortality the moment he obtained it, and the spatial rifts caused by Ea could hardly harm his sturdy body, which had been immersed in that nameless spring.
He took one last look around, imprinting the beauty of this world into his mind.
Then, raising the Sword of Rupture high, he chanted the true name of the Noble Phantasm—
"Enuma——Elish!!!"
The scarlet light tore apart the earth and shattered the sky.
The monarch who slaughtered gods stepped forth towards the other side of the world.
I came, I saw, I conquered!