I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

The screams rang out.

"Is it these filthy eyes that are staring at my dearest friend...?" The blond youth stood there, his aura so intimidating that everyone kept their distance from him.

He swung a golden short sword in his hand, and the middle-aged man immediately lost his voice.

His body lay on the ground with a wound on his throat, a wound that almost pierced through his entire throat.

Jill's hand, which was holding the eyeballs, emitted magic, and the two eyeballs were instantly burned to ashes.

"Hey, you bastard over there with hair that reaches the ground." Jill was in a bad mood, or rather, furious.

He is now a genuine, tyrannical, and heroic king.

His brutality needs no explanation.

"It's you, you bastard... who injured my dearest friend." He walked forward step by step, and golden armor appeared on his body.

"As for those scum..."

Golden ripples suddenly appeared, and a large number of magical artifacts poured out.

The torrent of Noble Phantasms engulfed the five criminals, and a flash of light appeared, suggesting that one of them had escaped.

The remaining four criminals were all dead.

Jill ignored the last person and walked towards Xian Du Mu A Ye.

"You bastard, if I ask you another question and you do not answer, that is a grave offense, punishable by law!"

Gil stared at Xian Du Mu A Ye, his aura and magic surging forth, fiercely pressing down on the other.

“…This is really…troublesome…” Xian Du Mu A Ye muttered, staring at Gil.

"Bastard, you don't actually think that magic book in your hand will be of any use to me, do you? Save your breath. To take away my power, it's impossible without a divine or higher level of ability."

Gil merely glanced at Sentoki Aya and then spoke indifferently.

"..." Xian Du Mu A Ye's pupils contracted.

“You injured Enkidu… so you have no reason to live.” Gil slowly walked toward Sendoumu Aya. “Prepare to die. No, I will make you feel that even death is a mercy to you.”

A golden ripple suddenly unfolded, and a sharp longsword pierced directly towards Xian Du Mu A Ye.

Xian Du Mu A Ye used spatial manipulation magic to teleport to another location, thus avoiding the longsword that was already at the tip of her nose.

"Boom——"

The golden sword fell to the ground, stirring up a gust of wind, and a large hole appeared in the ground.

"..." Xian Du Mu A Ye's pupils contracted.

She gritted her teeth, and then—her entire body was engulfed in flames. These weren't physical flames, but ominous, dark karmic fires, as if spewing from hell itself.

Sento Mua's body was completely engulfed by flames and could no longer be seen from the outside. Only her fiery eyes gleamed in the darkness.

"It's a lost soul—!"

"The witch's final form is to have a demon devour her soul, thus transforming her body into a true demon—"

"...Once it's become like this, no one can stop it anymore. Ah Ye, she's already..."

Nangong Nayue bit her lip.

Because they were both witches, she understood the horror of fallen souls better than anyone else.

“That Hero King…” Nangong Nayue gritted her teeth, “didn’t he ever go all out before?!”

Jill looked at Xian Du Mu A Ye, her eyes turning completely cold.

"Then there's even less need to torture it; this form is truly hideous."

Jill raised her hand and slowly grasped the hilt of the Gate of Babylon that had sprung out from beside her.

"Though it is regrettable, I have decided to grant you a merciful death—"

The purified aura of the longsword in his hand began to surge forth.

However, Jill's expression changed the next moment.

The distant tolling of bells rang out—

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding——”

Chapter 324 The Angel of Death (Azrail)

A dark figure appeared there.

The route he took should have come from the direction of Xiaogu City and the others.

But no one saw him—

His entire body was covered in dark armor, and he wore a strange, pale white skull on his head. Blue flames burned in the empty eye sockets on the skull.

In his hand, he held a simple greatsword—no, it was less a greatsword and more a two-edged metal block. Dark red marks were wrapped around the greatsword, the dim bloodstains representing the souls that had died by its blade. The greatsword exuded a strong aura of death…

"Dang——dang——dang——"

The bells echoed; they were evening bells, the bells for the dead.

That person is—

Hassan who killed Hassan, any Hassan, the moment he sees this figure, his life ends.

The first Hassan al-Sabah—

Once the evening bells toll, that great black sword will surely drink blood—

"Listen, the evening bells have already revealed your name..."

Everyone felt their hair stand on end, because no one had noticed the other's presence beforehand.

No, they didn't even know when the other person arrived or when they passed by!

But why... did it reveal its form at the very end...?

Because—that is the curse of the Old Man of the Mountain…when he is about to behead someone, he will surely make people aware of his presence and see his figure.

This sword strike will not allow anyone to die without knowing why.

"Sever my head..."

At that moment, it felt as if feathers were floating up.

The bells still echo.

"The Feather of Death - Azrail, the Angel of Death!"

A flash of black sword light.

The blade of the black greatsword lay on the ground.

That demon was already decapitated—

Complete death—

"Your...destiny has come..."

Jill stared at the scene before her, slightly stunned.

After a moment, he took a step and walked towards the old man of the mountain.

"I didn't expect you to actually escape, old man." Jill's golden armor dissipated as she walked past the assassin, saying this.

"...You listened to all those three pieces of advice—then I have nothing more to say." The old man of the mountain said this and left.

Gilgamesh quickly came to Enkidu's side and took out more than a dozen Noble Phantasms to heal Enkidu.

In fact, Enkidu was not seriously injured—she used Transformation to maximize her durability, which is why she was not seriously hurt.

After checking, Jill breathed a sigh of relief.

The violent aura emanating from him gradually subsided.

In fact, Nagisa also prepared contingency plans for Enkidu...

She was genuinely afraid that this madman in front of her might destroy the world at any moment.

Of course, Jill didn't pull out the finishing sword to clean up the mess because her best friend was still alive.

Gil picked up Enkidu. "You're in charge of cleaning up this mess—as long as you don't do anything stupid, he won't make a move against that guy."

“With each toll of the bell, a soul is lost beneath the sword.” Gilles carried Enkidu away, his words still echoing in the wind, “That was, though I hate to admit it, a truly formidable opponent. That was the original Old Man of the Mountain (Hassan-i-Sabah).

……

the next day.

evening.

Since the spatial rift has completely disappeared, Gil brought Enkidu, who had recovered from his injuries, to visit the festival today.

The Haruin Festival was only three days long, but the middle day was completely wasted, which made Gil slightly unhappy.

After buying some local snacks along the way, the two found a place to sit down.

At that moment, Enkidu's phone rang with a text message alert.

"Hmm? What is this? To express my gratitude, please come here..." Gil sat next to Enkidu, whose phone displayed this message.

“But Jill, this time you really eliminated the future threat—you destroyed the entire prison barrier.”

Enkidu pulled Gil along, talking as they walked.

"It's better to destroy that kind of thing."

Jill yawned. "They're all bastards anyway, so what if they die?"

"Jill..."

“They’re all criminals… So what if they’re killed? There’s also my best friend who dared to stare at me with those eyes. It’s already merciful of me not torturing him to pieces.”

Jill bit the straw in her juice and then said.

"Too violent..."

“Aren’t you the same?” Jill asked with a slight smile.