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...in that private jet, which could hardly be considered a cramped or luxurious cabin.
Gilgamesh and Liliana were embracing deeply, a trace of gentle, warm atmosphere lingering in this cabin.
However, it was estimated that this atmosphere would end here.
As if sensing something, Gilgamesh gently pushed away the silver-haired girl in his embrace, completely severing the transmission of magic.
He gave Liliana's already blushing face a sharp, cold look, then moved slightly closer to the girl's fair, jade-like neck, and slowly blew on her small, delicate earlobe.
But at this moment, he didn't say a single word appropriate for the occasion; instead, his words carried a hint of indifferent command.
"Liliana, spiritualize."
That magnetic male voice, under Liliana's expectant yet apprehensive gaze, uttered this command in that unquestionable tone.
Then, without caring in the slightest about Liliana's response—no, it should be said that he had unparalleled faith in this girl's judgment.
Gilgamesh, without waiting for Liliana's reaction, directly transformed into a golden dust of light that filled the cabin.
Watching her master, whom she served, instantly transform into a brilliant, dazzling golden light, a trace of dazed confusion flashed across Liliana's face.
However, no matter how incomprehensible it was, she chose to obey the command obediently.
The girl's incomparably beautiful figure, like a lily gently swaying in the breeze, was easily shattered.
That exquisite physique transformed into a sky full of azure light dust, then slowly settled within this cabin.
Then, in the next instant, an indescribably majestic, imposing silver light streaked towards this place.
That brilliant and beautiful silver light, carrying an irresistible force and a momentum that could split this clear sky in two, fiercely slammed into this private jet, which, though small and exquisite, was still incomparably vast from a human perspective.
Then, without a doubt, that power, known as Authority, wielded by the unruly god's attendant and the Godslayers, swept through this private jet without a shred of hesitation.
In the next moment, the entire plane was split neatly in two, right down the middle.
Immediately following was the sound of an explosion that resounded through the sky, and a flower of flame that momentarily blotted out the sun.
The man known as the Sword King, who had just committed this crime, landed fiercely on the airport runway with an incomparably unrestrained posture.
He looked at the two halves of the wreckage, burning with energy flames, slowly falling from the sky, and the sky full of black smoke brought by the explosion, and couldn't help but reveal an extremely brilliant smile.
"Receiving such a huge gift, His Majesty the Hero-King will surely be incomparably excited, incomparably happy, right?!"
He nodded lightly, as if agreeing with his own words.
Because, those who can be called Godslayers are definitely unparalleled warriors. His sincere heart like this could naturally be understood.
Therefore, that King should also be incomparably moved at this moment.
At this moment, the Sword King Tony held such foolish, almost idiotic, thoughts, like those of a white idiot.
On that handsome, resolute, and sharp-as-a-blade face, there was also a full sense of accomplishment.
"If he could accept my duel request with a surging heart—no, I should say, accept my challenge letter, then it would be even more perfect."
Speaking such difficult words lightly, Tony gently brandished the longsword in his hand, as if warming up for the impending battle.
That silver longsword had already returned from its tens-of-meters-long form to its original state, transforming into a standard-length longsword of about one meter.
A ball of silver light, under Tony's dance, slowly condensed in this glaring, brilliant sunlight.
Only the highest-ranking knight, plus decades of honed basic skills, could achieve such an exaggerated degree.
But such a gorgeous skill was just a toy for Tony to pass the time.
However, it seemed he wouldn't be kept waiting much longer.
"Such an audacious king-offender, so eager to die, you mongrel!"
There was a slight hint of anger, but within that anger was an incomparable indifference, and a chilling intent that made one involuntarily tremble.
A sky full of golden light dust, mixed with azure light dust, gradually gathered on this incomparably straight and empty runway.
That was a man with killing intent, an unforgettable handsome face, and an aura that made one involuntarily bow their head in respect.
That was a girl with elf-like beauty, whose dazzling silver hair shone brilliantly under the glaring sunlight, accompanied by a resolute will.
"Ha? If you put it that way, it's not wrong. I am incomparably looking forward to dueling you, and then dying in the process wouldn't be too much to ask."
A foolish smile appeared on Tony's face, and then he said to the golden figure with a arrogant demeanor.
"However, I didn't expect you to understand my fighting spirit so well. You must be a warrior who wields a sharp sword, just like Waga-hai formal pronoun often used by noble or arrogant characters!"
That was a voice carrying sunlight, and a slightly gentle tone, but anyone who heard such words could feel that thick, unignorable fighting spirit.
Coupled with this man's iconic, feigned handsome smile, indeed, no one would think he was a dangerous element who would casually swing his sword and cut people down.
However, that was absolutely a wrong judgment.
He was a natural disaster. In this world, there were only seven such people, a moving natural disaster even more terrifying than an unruly god!
"...Mongrel, since you are so impatient, then this King shall take your head!"
Sensing that communication was definitely not going smoothly, and adding to the detailed information he already had about this Tony from Liliana, Gilgamesh didn't choose to continue this meaningless conversation with him.
With this man, apart from fighting, there was no other way to communicate, right?
So, Gilgamesh lightly raised his right arm, which was covered in golden armor, and then summoned his unparalleled Noble Phantasm.
"Gate of Babylon!"
Golden ripples appeared one after another at Milan airport.
Those ripples, stained with gold, rippled slightly likely an OCR error or nonsensical phrase, and then, one by one, Noble Phantasms carrying endless pressure slowly materialized from within.
At this moment, this originally azure sky was dyed a pale gold.
Looking at those Noble Phantasms, each different, but all exuding incomparable power, Tony also chuckled lightly.
"This is more like it, this is more like it. You are much more reliable than those few fellows. Let us welcome a hot-blooded battle!"
He said this mockingly, then slowly raised the ball of pale silver light in his hand. The indifference in his eyes had long since quietly disappeared, leaving only fighting spirit in his body.
Then, he tightly gripped the crudely made, flawed longsword in his hand, and then chanted that solemn incantation.
"I do not permit the existence of anything I cannot cut!"
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