I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

"You are not the one who decides the world's mistakes, nor do you have the right to decide such things."

Gil's emotions surged. "Holy King, humans or elves, you or me, we are all children of the world."

The world nurtured you, yet you utter the words, "This world has gone astray"? Where, then, lies the error? Humanity? Elves? War? Or evil?

Jill scoffed, "That's just your self-satisfaction. Don't impose your ideas on everyone, you idiot!"

"And you're saying you'll destroy the world and then rebuild it?"

Gil released his grip, and Esther, having transformed into light particles, vanished from Gil's hand. "I will never admit to such a thing."

“Destroying the world is easy,” Jill said slowly. “War, natural disasters, malice, external invasions…”

Human evil, the world's evil, beasts that destroy the world, weapons that destroy the world... but creation is difficult.

"What makes you think you can create this world?" Gil asked, staring at the Holy King.

"The power behind the [Gate] is absolutely enough to support me in recreating this world!" the Holy King said.

Jill gazed at the Holy King standing there for a long time, then slowly sighed softly.

“The talks have fallen apart.” Gil extended his left hand, the Crimson Dragon Emperor’s gauntlet gleaming with intense light.

"Yes, we don't agree with each other, so let's settle this with our skills."

The Holy King raised his hand and pulled out the long sword that had been stuck in the ground.

That is the Steel Holy Sword, symbolizing the "strongest sword".

Jill could see clearly the inscription engraved on the sword—

Terminus Est (Guardian Goddess Est).

"The child who signed the contract with you is only a part of Esther—what Enkidu took with him was only about one-fifth of Esther's avatar," the Holy King said.

"Eh... does that mean I'm going to face Est, who's about four times stronger?"

Jill gave a somewhat relaxed smile. "My sword spirit is actually at least a four-digit level..."

"Well then, one last question."

Gilles looked at the Holy King. "That mark on Enkidu—was it you who did it?"

“Yes, that’s right. I originally wanted her to be one of the switches to open the door to a new world, but it seems you’ve broken that mark.” The Holy King said. “But you are indeed very powerful.”

When the Holy King acknowledged the matter of the mark and directly stated what he wanted to do, Gil remained silent.

He just watched the Holy King spouting nonsense without a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at a dead person.

The image of Milenia, swallowed by the darkness of another world, appeared before Gil's eyes.

she was--

Does this mean that Enkidu should also become like that, swallowed by darkness, and die as that so-called "angel"?

"...Unforgivable..."

Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Unforgivable!

"Ha...ha ...

Jill laughed again, then slowly raised his hand and gently brushed the hair from his forehead.

Although he was smiling, there wasn't a trace of a smile in his eyes—no—

There was not a trace of emotion in his eyes; it was as if he were looking at a dead person.

If anyone dares to lay a hand on his best friend...

"You deserve to die—"

As soon as he said that, an incredibly dark light surged from Jill's body.

That is the power of the world's greatest enemy.

Listen to the deathly silence of extinction!

The black light instantly engulfed Jill's body, then transformed into jet-black armor on him.

A huge scythe appeared behind Jill, but this scythe was not a long-handled scythe; instead, it consisted of two crescent-shaped scythes that coiled around her.

That was Ann Duroin's weapon—

"!"

boom!

In an instant, the Holy King raised the Demon Slayer sword in his hand, but the extremely violent wind pressure blasted the Holy King away in an instant!

"Whoa?!" The Holy King, caught in the raging wind, seemed completely unprepared for the terrifying power of his opponent. In just an instant, Gil blasted her away.

"Hey, where are you looking?" A sound like metal scraping against metal suddenly came from behind, and the Holy King's pupils contracted sharply!

"Boom!" A hand grabbed the Holy King's face, and then an even more powerful impact erupted!

The owner of that hand slammed the Holy King into the floor, and the ground instantly emitted a mournful sound of unbearable pressure. The ground was smashed into a crater with a radius of ten meters and a depth of ten meters.

"This time, it was Enkidu who smashed it."

Gil's calm voice now sounded to the Holy King as if it were a death sentence.

But if that's all, it's not over yet—

Gil grabbed the Holy King's face and then slammed it hard against the wall of the pit.

"go to hell."

Then, a pair of wings of light instantly unfurled from Jill's back, turning from azure blue to pitch black.

Then, Gilyong began chanting the incantation—

"—I have awakened as—"

"May the intent of destruction be proven in my heart, White Dragon Emperor!"

"Piercing the dream of dawn through endless destruction, marching towards dominance!"

"I will become the tyrant of the Dragon of Destruction!"

"Lead you to the ultimate pinnacle of silver illusion and annihilation!"

"The Destroyer of Extreme Tyrannosaurus!"

Its wide wings, now fully spread, had been completely transformed from their original azure color to jet black.

"Boom!" Gil delivered a powerful uppercut, sending the Holy King flying straight into the sky.

The Holy King spat out a mouthful of blood. Without a doubt, the two were not even on the same level.

When enraged and going all out, Gil possesses a combat power in the double digits. Even the White Demon, unless truly fighting with all his might, might not be able to last more than a few rounds with Gil.

Moreover, Gil could use two Tyrant Dragons at the same time, and even White Yaksha would have difficulty withstanding Gil's attacks at that time.

Moreover, Gil had no intention of letting the Holy King die so easily.

He's going to show you what a tyrant is like!

"If you dare to lay a hand on my dearest friend, then you'd better prepare to die!"

With a flap of its wings, Jill flew straight into the sky once again!

Chapter Eighty-Seven: Shatter Your Unrealistic Dreams Here!

The Holy King discovered for the first time that things were completely beyond his imagination.

That's because the opponent's strength is simply too overwhelming—

It was completely beyond her imagination.

Especially after the other party used that black power, the exact same one that he had summoned—

No, the power beyond that is even more outrageous.

This is outrageous!

It's simply unimaginable that a human being could do this!

That guy was... no, he was a monster!

"Kacha——!"

Like the sound of air being shattered, a figure in black and white appeared before the Holy King.

“Inch force…”

A terrifying aura erupted from Jill, and he simultaneously threw a punch—

"Open the sky!"

Boom!

As if the heavens and earth had changed, Jill's punch in the sky blasted a small hole in space, and that hole quickly began to show patterns, gradually repairing itself.

The destructive force shattered space, causing the Holy King to be slammed into the floor by Gil's punch, creating a large crater.

"This is your limit. If this is all you've got, then put away your chuunibyou and stop talking about creating the world."

Jill stretched out his hand, and two scythes began to spin around him. "With this kind of half-baked strength, don't make a fool of yourself here."

"So, this is the finale."

The two scythes beside Jill transformed into a black hurricane, then moved to her side as she moved.

"Go to hell, pay the price for what you've done with your life."

Jill raised her hand high, and then the black scythe transformed into a hurricane, moving in sync with Jill's movements.

Then, Gil made a "throwing" motion, and in an instant, the black scythe flew directly towards the Holy King like a storm!

"I don't want this to end here!"

Driven by an intense will to survive, the Holy King dragged his severely injured body and rolled to the side—

"Pfft!" The black scythe instantly tore through the Holy King's body, causing his left arm to fly off.