Chapter 245: The End Sword Enki—The Great Flood That Destroys the World!
After the arrow shot by the King of Heroes, it seemed to be the final attack.
From then on, he was completely overwhelmed, struggling just to defend, with no chance to counterattack.
"Is humanity finally going to lose this one?"
"Is there really no hidden card left?"
Irina and Le Fay clenched their fists tightly, their palms drenched in sweat.
They desperately hoped that this King of Heroes could still pull off some miracle.
However, with the current one-sided beating, at most five seconds—or even less—and it would be over!
Don't underestimate just a few seconds; in that time, the God of Destruction could unleash countless attacks on him.
"The sky!!!"
Rossweisse, standing beside the two, looked up at the sky and screamed in alarm.
This sky wasn't the one projected in the image, but the actual sky of the arena, which was suspended high above the ground.
In the sky, a massive golden spear was descending like a meteor, seemingly aimed at Shiva.
Looking closely, if that enormous golden spear were shrunk down, wouldn't it be the very arrow the King of Heroes Gilgamesh had shot earlier?
"Is this his trump card?"
Serafall murmured softly.
The falling golden spear brushed past the edge of the arena, radiating an indescribable sense of danger.
This feeling wasn't like having a gun pointed at your head; it was more like the dread of an impending natural disaster, evoking unease and fear.
"Si-sister, this is his ultimate move, right?"
Göll, who had been on the verge of despair moments before, instantly lit up with joy.
However, before Brunhilde could respond, the golden streak of light, upon reaching a certain height above Shiva, suddenly flashed brightly and vanished?
What in the world was that?
Did Shiva destroy it? Was his move so fast that no one could see it, leaving everyone to wait for a slow-motion replay?
But upon closer inspection, Shiva in the image also wore a slightly bewildered expression, as if he couldn't make sense of it either.
Yet, before anyone could clearly discern that expression, his eyes narrowed instantly, turning serious.
The gods observing nearby also sensed the issue immediately.
"This is—!"
"Space is changing."
They felt an unprecedented turbulence in space!!!
In an instant, from the point where the golden spear had erupted, crimson patterns spread out from its center, rapidly covering the sky.
Crack—!
Crack, crack, crack, crack—!
The sky echoed with the unsettling sound of shattering glass!
The next moment, the sky shattered like a mirror.
At that moment, the sky vanished, replaced by a vast ocean crashing down?
Simultaneously, Gilgamesh on the field suddenly launched an attack on Shiva, foolishly clashing hands with him directly.
The result was that Gilgamesh's fist was instantly pierced through and melted by Shiva's hand, which he had formed into a hand blade.
However, an astonishing scene also unfolded.
Shiva's hand was entangled by those chains. Previously, the chains had attempted to bind him, but in his current state, Shiva's speed was so great that the chains couldn't react in time.
So why were they able to bind him this time?
Almost no human or god could discern it, but the top-tier chief gods saw it—the chains had been preemptively threaded into the arm before the punch was thrown.
At the cost of sacrificing one arm, he successfully restrained Shiva.
Thus, the moment Shiva was bound—
"Boom—!"
The earth roared with a tremendous tremor, struck by the impact of water.
Though it was water, a liquid, the sheer volume falling created an impact that shook heaven and earth.
"W-What is this?!"
"They've torn a hole in the sky!"
"This is just like the great flood punishment once inflicted upon humanity."
Some gods murmured in astonishment.
Yet, the scale before them was even more terrifying than the flood that had befallen humanity in the past.
The spatial rift in the sky seemed to shatter as if unable to withstand the water's pressure, making it unimaginable how much water would be needed to crush space itself.
Moreover, the volume of water gushing forth was horrifying.
This was nothing less than a cataclysmic deluge aimed at submerging the entire world, swallowing all of humanity—a flood meant to end the world!
Faced with such a deluge, would Shiva evade it?
He couldn't possibly dodge, because the opening's periphery extended all the way to the ground.
Simply put, the opening resembled a hemispherical dome enveloping the area where the two were dueling.
Thus, the water pressure bearing down from within this dome was unprecedented.
"Summoning such a great flood—is it to extinguish the flames on Shiva's body?"
"Isn't that too naive?"
"Not necessarily. Under such terrifying water pressure, movement will be restricted."
"But wouldn't the opponent be restricted too?"
"Are they buying time?"
Some gods discussed this, believing it must be a tactic to stall.
After all, such a special secret technique likely couldn't be maintained for long, so the plan was probably to wait until Shiva's enhanced state ended.
That must be the opponent's strategy.
To flood the entire earth, turning the land into an ocean, making it difficult for Shiva to move freely.
"Hmm? A massive amount of bubbles?"
"The sea is boiling!"
They saw a ring of bubbles and steam rising.
The reason it formed a ring was akin to boiling water in a pot with a lid too small to cover the entire surface. When pressed down, it only suppressed part of the water below.
As the water heated, the interior warmed faster, and steam pushed upward, spilling over the edges—hence the ring of bubbles.
"Hmm?"
"Something's not right."
The chief gods watching nearby suddenly changed their expressions.
They realized that this must be Gilgamesh's true objective.
His real goal wasn't to use the great flood to hinder Shiva's speed and wait for his enhanced state to fade.
Gilgamesh's true purpose was to trigger the conflict between water and fire, all for the energy released by that clash!
Thus, in the next instant, the world let out a scream!! Inch!.