They shall not pass this point!" One of the guards, covered in blood and deep wounds, raised his sword in front of three Sword Saints and roared furiously as he faced the enemy.
The way he fought was brutal, his attacks were comparable to a Sword Saint ready to ascend to a Sword King. But under the overwhelming attacks of three Sword Saints, this knight couldn't stand out much.
Nevertheless, with the knights in front of the carriage falling one after another, there would come a moment when he could no longer withstand these brutal assaults. At that moment, two of the masked men leaped onto the carriage at an astonishing speed, their bodies glowing with a battle aura they hadn't released until now, heading directly toward where Gilgamesh stood.
The guards, fighting fiercely despite their failing bodies due to poisoning, shouted when they saw this. Some ran desperately without any caution for their lives, hoping not to disappoint Prince Gilgamesh, who had given them a unique path to greatness. Unfortunately, they were still too weak, and their opponents surpassed them in combat experience to the death.
How could a captive lion face one that had defended its territory against powerful enemies? The gap in strength between them became increasingly evident, and the knights were pushed aside, unable to defend the carriage. At the same time, the two masked men reached the carriage.
Two swords gleamed with coldness, showing in just a few seconds the death that oozed from their bodies. Gilgamesh's magnificent carriage roof was destroyed, pieces of gold-coated wood flying through the air. Under the dark sky and gloomy rain, this scene was tainted with a tragic sight.
At the same time, a golden flash shone as the black swords that had been fired toward the carriage returned like venomous snakes, heading for the hearts of those two assassins who were perched on the carriage.
Boom! Boom!
With the flash of these swords, the sounds of slicing flesh and a deafening hum echoed around. Neither of the two could stop those projectiles heading for their hearts and were killed without knowing who had killed them. But as their eyes were flattening, they saw a young man with golden hair and red eyes looking at them with no expression on his face, as if their attempt to assassinate him had not disturbed his heart.
At the same time, a not-so-tall figure appeared on a distant rooftop from where the battle was taking place. That figure was clad in modern clothes, as if any noble aesthetics in this realm were not to their liking when it came to dressing.
"What a bunch of rubbish, they didn't even realize I wasn't in the carriage anymore," murmured Gilgamesh, who had witnessed the deaths of those two assassins he had killed without even being close.
However, at that moment, Gilgamesh's eyes caught sight of a small figure running in the distance with a gruesome wound over their left eye. There were two black-clad men huffing as they chased the child running for their life.
Peng!
In that moment, the child running for their life fell to the ground hard, and mud stained their face. It was obvious that these assassins were pursuing the child because they didn't want any witnesses.
At that moment, no matter how talented a person was, a beggar could end your life before you even had a chance to bloom like a beautiful flower. But Gilgamesh had seen the glint in the child's eyes; they showed a desire to live. So, because this had been provoked by his fault, he would save their life.
Gilgamesh leaned his body forward slightly, and with a single step, he vanished and reappeared in front of the child. The longswords heading toward the child stopped in mid-air, and long chains emerged from two golden ripples that appeared in the air unnoticed.
"Ahhh!"
"I was just wondering how pigs squeal before they're slaughtered, but their screams are much more pitiful than those poor animals," Gilgamesh's voice reached the ears of the assassins who tried to escape from the chains, but as they exerted their strength, the chains pressed harder on their bodies.
Furthermore, as these assassins tried to gather more and more of their strength, the chains would crush their bodies until they were completely shredded. It wasn't for nothing that this was Gilgamesh's most reliable treasure, and he held it in high regard for what it meant to him.
"Prince Gilgamesh is here!"
That sudden cry, accompanied by that statement, confused the assassins who were struggling to approach the carriage. How had Gilgamesh suddenly appeared in the opposite direction to where they were attacking? However, that confusion turned into a sense of urgency, and those not in combat headed in that direction.
Right after that cry, a group of figures leaped between the buildings and located Gilgamesh, who was crouched in front of the child.
"We've got you!"
All they required was for their swords to pierce the heart of the prince Gilgamesh and end this battle that was unnecessarily dragging on. The black-clad men were first-class assassins, all of them were men who worked under a single order, and that was to completely eliminate the prince Gilgamesh, no matter the cost.
The hearts and emotions of these figures in black were as dark as hell itself; everything they did had no emotions. However, their target was the prince Gilgamesh, so their gazes were different from those aimed at other targets.
At that moment, everyone's attention was focused on Gilgamesh, who was simply turning his back to his enemies as if they posed no real threat to him. Therefore, no one noticed that above their heads, several golden ripples had summoned simple metal swords that remained still in the sky with their edges pointed downward.
After remaining motionless for a few seconds, these swords emitted a deafening hum and were launched like projectiles toward the figures approaching Gilgamesh with intentions to assassinate him.
"Isn't perception important in your line of work?" murmured Gilgamesh as he shook his head.