I'm in Type-Moon, how can I let you bully me?

So, what is the reason?

Shrouded in dust and smoke, the officer's vision was obstructed and he could only look around blankly.

......

skyline.

Enlil looked at the noises beneath the earth, and an amused smile appeared on his face.

"Should I say interesting? Humans seem to come up with interesting things every now and then."

The flames shooting up into the sky, the blazing flames of the explosion, the invisible shock waves, and the overwhelming force were all quite to Enlil's liking.

"but......"

Enlil would not allow Uruk to win simply because it suited his taste.

"It wouldn't be nice if I won so easily. How about revealing a little more so I can get a good look?"

Although, it seemed as if he was speaking in a negotiating tone.

but......

Enlil's actions did not indicate any intention to negotiate.

He gently raised his index finger and pointed at the human scene emerging from the clouds.

Then, the wind began to blow.

He is the god of earth and air, and with a simple use of his power, he can shake the earth and tear the air apart.

"got windy."

......

Temple of the Moon.

Nanna, who was patiently teaching Gilgamesh, seemed to sense something and paused.

Gilgamesh looked up in confusion. "What's wrong?"

Nanna didn't answer, but just looked up meaningfully.

His gaze penetrated from the ceiling of the palace to the highest point of heaven.

Enlil took action.

He quickly realized this.

Nanna lowered his head again and looked towards the human world.

"So, it's for testing?"

The person who knows you best may not be your closest person, but may be your enemy.

Nanna instantly understood Enlil's thoughts, then shook his head and laughed.

It doesn't matter, it's all the same.

Enlil, by doing this, you are only accelerating your death.

"It's okay, let's continue with the class."

......

The wind suddenly appeared behind the battlefield.

It was not the shock wave caused by a falling artillery shell, but a violent, fierce hurricane.

Blow away all the dust, let the shells explode powerlessly in the air, and let everyone see the situation on the battlefield clearly.

Then the young officer stood up.

He looked thoughtfully at the sudden hurricane, and then looked at the army with heavy casualties, and the slave area in front that was almost not covered by artillery fire.

"what--"

The officer, who understood everything in an instant, let out a weak cry.

He thought about it.

It turns out that this is why the merciful Holy King left them a glimmer of hope.

but......

Such a possibility is simply a humiliation.

The officer, who had been rapidly promoted due to his military exploitation and was favored by Enmeibalagesi for his ruthless exploitation of the conquered areas, clenched his fists at this moment and said with a grim expression.

"You're letting me live on these slaves?"

At this time, the heaven.

Enlil observed this keenly and taunted, "Anger is good. Anger can make people do many things they would never do otherwise. With a little guidance..."

He is the master of spirit.

Can inspire and guide people.

The young officer suddenly calmed down and began to collect the remnants.

"Gather quickly, and ignore these slaves. Charge towards the Uruk army!"

"General, shouldn't we retreat now?"

"Retreat? Why retreat?!"

The sound of gnashing teeth came from the young officer's mouth.

"I have no face to return until I have cleansed this shame! Moreover, the enemy's weapons are so formidable that we need the hurricane's help to survive for a while. If we retreat, we will probably be unable to escape another round of attacks. We can only march quickly and engage the army of Uruk to have a glimmer of hope! I don't believe they would even bomb their own troops!"

The troops created by the military merit system are extremely strong in terms of combat effectiveness and obedience to orders from superiors, among other things.

Although something was wrong, everyone still gathered towards the officer.

"These slaves don't have horses, so they can't move fast. Leave them behind and march quickly!"

Glancing coldly at the group of slaves, the officer gave this order.

When he returned victorious, he would bury these slaves here together.

But now, time is of the essence.

......

"It's the wind."

Looking at such a representative violent wind, a smile appeared on Russell's face.

Why did Enlil choose to take action at this time?

Want to get intelligence?

Although, there is a saying that the battle between Stand users is an intelligence war.

Whoever finds out the opponent's intelligence first will be more likely to win.

But unexpectedly, this great god, whose strength was obviously a level higher than other gods, was still so cautious.

He has a bad temper, is narrow-minded, doesn't listen to advice, loves to make trouble, is cautious, and may even have paranoid delusions.

This is simply the worst of the worst!

That's it.

After ordering Anhaiduana to stop the pointless bombing, Russell looked at the army rushing towards him in the distance and decided to take action.

Come to think of it, this should be his first flank confrontation with Enlil, right?

101. Destroy the enemy's formation with force, just like watching the sky break through the clouds.

Rank 2. Goddess.

This is the blessing of the goddess between Ereshkigal and Ishtar.

What is blessed is basically his basic attributes.

Similar to this is the bond with Tiamat.

Rank 1: Goddess's Divine Core.

This is also a bonus to basic attributes, but it surpasses the bonus of Ishtar and Ereshkigal combined.

Feeling the power surging in his body, Russell no longer hesitated.

Without summoning the Holy Savior, the World, he simply stepped forward with the strength of his physical body and rushed straight to the battlefield.

The smoke had been blown away by the hurricane, and the dust raised by the enemy's attack had disappeared in the next moment.

Therefore, they could clearly see a figure falling from the sky and landing in front of them.

"Smash it for me!"

The kinetic energy from jumping from a high altitude actually stopped the momentum of the group's attack.

Then, a solemn voice sounded.

"The King of Uruk?"

no respond.

Adhering to the principle of "the lazy talk is worthy of listening", with the bonus of the Rank 6 Judge of the Underground Kingdom, Russell has already seen the sins of the people on the opposite side.

Without even bothering to say "recount your sins", he silently rushed towards the crowd.

Tough skin that cannot be cut by sharp weapons, and strong muscles that cannot be resisted even by the combined efforts of many people.

For Russell and the enemy, this was an unequal battle.

Stretch out a fist, and when it hits the enemy, it will spit out blood mist.

Before the blood mist landed on the ground, the throats of two more people were pierced.

The young officer looked at this horrific scene on the battlefield, but the anger in his heart had long since cooled, and a feeling of fear arose spontaneously.

Through this breath-stopping feeling of fear, looking at the blood-mist-filled scene, he actually felt that a strange aesthetic was being born.

How violent!

After all, they should obey the strong, right?

They followed the original king because he was the strongest, generous with rewards, and did not forbid them from looting and killing.

Well, now that a new strongest person has appeared, it makes sense to obey him, right?

As his anger faded and fear emerged, the young officer knelt tremblingly, shouting, "Stop killing! Please accept our surrender!"

"..."

Russell actually stopped moving, and his hands were pinching someone's neck.

Russell, who was too lazy to say a word after landing, looked at the officer in confusion at this time.

"Why do you want to surrender?"

"because......"

"Why do you think I will let you go after you surrender?"

Russell did not expect the officer to answer, but just talked to himself.

"The law I established is an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. If you truly repent and are determined to atone for your sins for the rest of your life, then perhaps there is a chance you can be forgiven. However..."

"You made this choice simply out of fear."

Russell looked coldly at the officer and everyone present.

"Plunder, killing captives, torture, indiscriminate killing... you have long committed these crimes. Those who were at the edge of your sword also begged for the same, but you did not respond. Treating you with the same standards you treat others, is this only fair?"

"After all, when a wicked person commits evil, as long as he feels that others can treat him in the same way, he is a qualified wicked person. If at the end of his life, he feels that it is not good for others to treat him in the same way..."

The smile on the face of the man who was originally feeling relieved that his neck was not crushed suddenly froze.

Blood flowed from his mouth.

The neck was crushed at this moment.