Lu Mingfei is transforming into the final boss.

Now Gilgamesh is neither underestimating his opponent nor arrogant. His continued behavior at the critical moment of life and death is no longer the pride of a king, but rather a sign of depravity.

Having lost the Gate of Babylon, he was undoubtedly a sitting duck. The alien Archer harbored malice towards any target possessing divinity; killing gods was his sole objective. And now, he had launched another attack, and he was the one targeted. There was no other option.

The girl who called herself Lu Mingfei was not his target this time. Ineffective attacks were unnecessary and served no purpose other than provocation. Since she could severely injure him, she was an excellent choice for that alien Archer.

But he had not completely lost his ability to fight back. The door was only closed, and the treasure that had been taken out remained in this world and could still be shot out.

However… the discordant sound stirred the minds of everyone present, and Lu Mingfei was the first to notice it, and she was affected more than anyone else. She remained vigilant, thinking Gilgamesh was playing some unprecedented trick, and out of caution against the unknown wailing, she hadn't yet launched a new attack.

The sighs and roars that came from there stunned the oldest hero-king of mankind, or rather, terrified him—an expression that should never have been seen on the face of this golden man.

But the poisoned arrow wouldn't slow its attack because he was distracted. It pierced through his golden shoulder armor without mercy, leaving him no room to dodge. Even if he avoided a vital spot, it wouldn't matter. For a poisoned arrow, hitting anywhere would have the same effect. This was simply the worst-case scenario.

Unable to access the treasure vault, he is now a lamb to the slaughter.

The second arrow struck, followed by the third. He was so poisoned that he had no strength left to resist. Just enduring the pain caused by the Hydra poison exhausted his spirit, and the long, drawn-out wails and roars tormented his remaining mental strength.

Ishtar didn't want to appear. As a doll possessed by Echoes, her power was far from enough to suppress the whole situation. It wouldn't matter if it were an ordinary Holy Grail War, but there was someone here who shouldn't have been summoned to the Holy Grail War... no, not a human, but a god.

Unlike her who appeared in the world by possessing a doll through echoes, that "she" seemed to have descended into the world with weakened power and effort. In modern human terms, she was essentially using a secondary account. Based on only fragments and the way the power was used, Ishtar could not know what her true identity was.

This hasty appearance is actually quite irrational, but... this is a golden opportunity to mock Gilgamesh, and she will never give up this opportunity because of a few unknowns.

"I didn't expect it to be so persistent!"

Gilgamesh was sweating profusely, enduring pain as if strong acid were coursing through his veins—no, it was pain that defied description. Even so, he stood tall, looking down on the silver-haired woman who had appeared by distorting the starry sky.

She was so beautiful she seemed inhuman, with bloodshot eyes. She was Ishtar, the goddess of the sky in Sumerian mythology, representing war and agriculture.

"And who are you?" Lu Mingfei raised her hand, aiming at Ishtar's location. "That howling beast, is it your subordinate? It keeps howling, it's so noisy." She was blunt, but the situation had changed a bit too quickly. She was still considering her options. It was like a three-way standoff, and she wasn't sure if she should be the one to make the first move. Besides, she didn't quite understand what was going on. Was this some kind of ex-boyfriend literature scene? The serious Holy Grail War battlefield had instantly become the front line for spectators.

"Oh my, you actually found that child? Commendable observation skills. You're quite interesting. I'm particularly interested in how you manifested. After all, you and I are both...gods who cannot be summoned by the Holy Grail War."

She said it softly.

The next instant, a distorted rainbow of light spread out from her feet, and a huge steel body appeared within it. It was none other than Humbaba, the forest guardian from the epic of Gilgamesh, who was said to be able to fight against the combined might of the Hero King and Enkidu.

The Holy Grail War cannot summon true gods, due to limitations in scale and other factors. The gods of the Age of Gods had long since returned to the Inner Sea of ​​Stars with the decline of the Age of Gods. It is simply absurd that the woman with red eyes claimed that there were two gods in this Holy Grail War.

"It's truly astonishing! Gods appearing in the modern world! And two of them at that!" Alexandre Dumas sat in front of countless screens, casually grabbing a handful of popcorn and stuffing it into his mouth. As he chewed, he mumbled incoherently, "What could possibly have caused them to appear in this world... But, isn't this situation a bit unfriendly to my brother?"

Alexandre Dumas was right.

His brother, his Master, the commander of the twenty-eight monsters, Police Chief Orlando Revey, slammed his hand on his desk, spilling some coffee from the cup on top as the desk rattled. His eyes were filled with shock. "Gods!? Two of them!"

The situation was completely out of control and spiraled out of control; it was far beyond what he, as the police chief of Xueyuan City, could oversee and manage.

Meanwhile, Francesca Prellati, the Master of the True Caster Group, who was floating high in the sky, watched this scene. This magician, who had lived since the 15th century, had transformed into a servant of pleasure, accepting anything that could bring joy.

She—no, it should be said that he—caused Joan of Arc's burning at the stake and led Marshal Gilles to his downfall, all for his personal pleasure and enjoyment.

"After the giant monster, it's a god?! Hahaha, and two of them at that! It's impossible not to love this Holy Grail War. It was definitely the right choice to hold this Holy Grail War! It's the grandest celebration in history!!! But... which god is she...?" She was so excited that she danced around on a princess bed, her eyes fixed on the magic mirror that monitored everything.

"The excruciating pain of the poison must be spreading throughout your body by now, why don't you immediately collapse to the ground and wail to me?" Ishtar smiled, a smile that seemed to bewitch everything, revealing the ultimate beauty of her. She stood proudly higher than Gilgamesh, physically looking down at him.

"You're quite the chatterbox. I never thought that after thousands of years, you'd still be the same. Arrogance is like deeply rooted mold, clinging tightly to your soul." Even in this wretched state, Gilgamesh still wouldn't let up, using the ugliest and most vicious language to hurl insults at the goddess of Venus.