Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 900 - 9: The Evil of Original Sin! Gilgamesh_2

Where is the pollution?

It certainly isn’t his obedient daughter, so it must be that annoying Gilgamesh.

Who summoned him?

Duncan used the Law of Cause and Effect to calculate quickly and immediately locked onto the current Holy Roman Empire emperor, also the emperor of Austria, considered one of the successor royal families around Italy after the collapse of the once vast empire, and the backbone of the Royalist Party, self-proclaimed as a branch with the orthodox bloodline of Emperor Duncan.

Only they could obtain the relics from the Middle Ages to the present.

The Magic Association of Great Britain summoned King Arthur - Altoria, who often appeared in male attire, possessing incredibly astonishing swordsmanship, acclaimed as the second British Sword Saint, the first naturally being Merlin, and another who cannot be described as Sword Saint, which is Duncan himself.

King Arthur was personally taught by him and Merlin, and in this world, King Arthur also has the aspect of a ’Mage’, but it is far inferior to her sister Morgaine Le Fay.

—— Guillotine Judgment!

The just-emerged Gilgamesh was immediately attacked by the Jacobins due to his arrogant attitude.

A phantom image of a guillotine appeared, intending to decapitate him.

"Scum!"

"As a commoner, how dare you challenge the king’s authority!"

Gilgamesh was extremely enraged, and with a slash from the sword in his hand, as if possessing the power of creation, he instantly shattered the guillotine that contained certain laws of causality. He attacked the white ghost of the Jacobins with a wild and arrogant posture, killing one of them in just a few moves.

"Revolutionary Great Angels?"

"Even such trash dares to be called Great Angels?"

Gilgamesh mercilessly took a head, locking his target onto the Jacobins’ Robespierre, on whom there was the aura of rebellion against the king, which was a heinous crime during his reign.

Crunch.

The guillotine, which symbolized part of the French Revolution, was shattered by Gilgamesh with the ’Epic of Creation’, and then the white ghosts of the Jacobins were cleansed, several ghostly Heroic Spirits were killed.

At the same time.

Saint George the Dragon Slayer was defeated by the Heroic Spirit Napoleon, or rather, the conservative force of the church represented by Saint George was defeated by the ideals of ’liberty, equality, fraternity’.

This time, the rules of the Holy Grail Ceremony were that Heroic Spirits resonating with revolutionary ideals could receive the blessing of revolutionary faith.

Undoubtedly.

Napoleon was definitely the Heroic Spirit that received the most amplification, and France was his homeland, Paris even more loyal, making it a home ground for him.

At this moment, the grand melee of Heroic Spirits was gradually drawing to a close.

The Royalist Party was destroyed, some members of the Directory switched sides, the Jacobins were purged, the church’s forces suffered severe blows, and now only Gilgamesh summoned by external forces and King Arthur - Altoria summoned by Great Britain still had the strength to battle.

Other Heroic Spirits were either dead or injured, even Dragon Slayer - Saint George was severely injured.

"Your Highness King Arthur."

"Please assist us in obtaining the Holy Grail this time." a Mage wearing the Big Ben mark respectfully said.

A gentle breeze blew by.

The delicate woman appearing in male attire looked confused, first glancing towards Napoleon’s direction, then turning to gaze at the location of the Triumphal Arch, sensing something perhaps.

In an instant.

King Arthur’s expression turned to one of ecstatic joy, ignoring everyone else around her, and sprinted towards the Triumphal Arch.

Getting closer.

The Triumphal Arch was right ahead, she first saw a tall woman in a splendid red and gold court dress, then she finally saw a familiar figure.

"Father!"

King Arthur - Altoria’s expression was slightly agitated, she grasped the sword hilt with both hands, and knelt on one knee before the figure ahead.

"Hmm?"

"So it’s little Altoria!..."

Duncan lightly leapt down from the Triumphal Arch, his eyes showing a hint of warmth, no longer the previous coldness, gently stroking King Arthur’s long hair, even playing with a strand of hair on top of her head like an ahoge, this was her taboo, only two people could touch it, one was her mother Lady Ygraine, the other was Emperor Duncan.

Anyone else, even her sister Morgaine Le Fay, dared to touch it, Altoria would have a fit on the spot.

"Has Father also been summoned?" Altoria’s expression was somewhat incredulous.

Strictly speaking.

Those mighty beings akin to gods cannot be selected by the Heroic Spirit Summoning system.

Duncan is a God-Slayer in reality, not within the range of the Heroic Spirit system.

The only one who can summon him is the world itself.

Duncan smiled and shook his head, fiddling once more with the strand of Altoria’s ahoge, his expression calm as he said, "I responded to the ceremony myself."

"How is your mother?"

Because of the existence of mist-covered Avalon, some Heroic Spirits projected their souls into it to live. Although their Spiritual Bases remained in the long river of human history, Avalon was like a Divine Country, allowing characters associated with mythology to enter.

"Mother is doing well."

King Arthur — Altoria said softly, "She just misses you very much."

"I miss you too."

Duncan smiled, gently stroked her cheek, and motioned her to stand. Duncan did not have a daughter when he was in power, but relied on the power of Dimension Space to have offspring. The only daughter was the adopted King Arthur before him, later enshrined as the prince of Great Britain and Scotland.

King Arthur slowly got up and said, "Father, do you need me to fetch the Holy Grail for you?"

What summoning ceremony?

It doesn’t matter anymore.

With her father here, she would only obey one command.

Back in Great Britain, when her father lifted her as a baby in both hands and told the world that this was he, the oath-keeper Duncan’s adopted child, King Arthur — Altoria was given an unprecedentedly bright future.

She even more than once thought of finding the true Holy Grail for her father, to grant him eternal youth.

But her father always smiled and refused.

Duncan did the same this time, shaking his head with a smile. His obedient daughter wanted to find the Holy Grail for him when she was in power, and it’s still the same now. The Holy Grail actually didn’t have much use, at least not for him.

"Go and have a bout with Napoleon."

"He is a worthy opponent to battle."

Duncan’s gaze shifted toward Gilgamesh, his eyes gradually turning cold, and he said lightly, "Let me deal with this disgraceful fellow personally."

"I want to see how he brings forth the evil of original sin."

It seemed like it was a few hundred years ago when he last pounded on Gilgamesh.

It’s quite nostalgic indeed.

In an instant.

Duncan’s figure vanished from where he stood, and in the next moment, Gilgamesh, who was arrogant and domineering in the distance, changed his expression drastically as if he felt enormous fear, immediately like a psychological shadow, instantly pulling out the ’Epic of Creation’ from Sumerian mythology.

In the Heroic Spirit Summoning system, he indeed had the top strength, being rampant and domineering within the rules. Yet, upon sensing Duncan’s aura, he immediately showed a trace of panic.

Some unpleasant memories surfaced in his mind.

But in truth, during that battle, King Solomon was the main force, and he was just an adjunct.

Boom!

Bam!

Gilgamesh, who had been so arrogant just now, was now in such a miserable state, as he was whipped away several hundred meters by Duncan like a spinning top with a club.

This terrifying force.

This familiar strength.

This damned angle.

Too familiar.

It’s him!

It’s that man!

Yes!

In an instant, Gilgamesh’s expression grew flushed, staring with bloodshot eyes at Duncan, who appeared almost as if by flashing, and roared full of anger: "It’s you, after all!"

Duncan said indifferently, "Other than me, who else has beaten you like this?"

How exasperating!

Gilgamesh went berserk on the spot.

Couldn’t defeat your full-power state, how could I not defeat your Heroic Spirit aspect?

Utterly excessive!

Boom.

His figure vanished from the spot in an instant and flashed to Duncan’s back in the next second, only to be met with a heavy strike. Gilgamesh’s figure fell to the ground like a cannonball, creating a huge crater tens of meters wide.

So many years have passed.

This fool’s combat techniques hadn’t improved a bit, relying entirely on divinity and Noble Phantasms to fight, leaving Sumer with such a failure as a relic.

Fool.

Whipping kids with the [Sumerian Epic of Creation] every day, seeing Mesopotamian gods jump up from their graves in anger.

......