Gilgamesh fixed his eyes on his women, slowly closed off his emotions, and a brutal aura surged from deep within his heart, enveloping every simple movement like breathing. That personality, he tried to mimic completely his former self while shutting off any feeling that had changed him since he arrived in this world.
As he flew towards the underworld ship, he exposed a bloody aura that only a general who had fought in hundreds of battles could possess. Yet, it was still nothing compared to what Gilgamesh was releasing at this moment. There was no comparison; the authority of a monarch was being unleashed in such a way that even the sky turned red.
"This is damn exhausting..." Gilgamesh shone in a golden aura, and his armor settled on his body as he took a deep breath, appearing above the ship filled with undead.
Everyone, without exception, noticed his presence. All, including the undead, trembled in fear at such an aura that even the gods themselves would feel pressure. How many people did Gilgamesh have to kill to release such a magnitude of aura? Even now, he couldn't say an exact number. Hundreds? Perhaps millions?
Staring deeply at this ship, he felt a certain magnitude pulling the vessel towards the depths of the earth, where supposedly the underworld was. This was a poorly made joke; how could a living human enter the underworld? Even if some were here for fun or simply seeking one of their last missions, it was absurd that lesser beings like them could withstand the aura of the true underworld.
"Anyone who directs their murderous intent towards me will be torn apart by the reality of this world. Don't provoke me, and you might live for a few more minutes." Gilgamesh's arrogant words carried immense weight that everyone felt, but even so, they dared not make any moves.
Among the crowd of undead, some had a certain awareness of their predecessor and knew that they were in the presence of a supreme being who should not be underestimated, or this world could be destroyed as easily as waving a sword once.
"Don't stop me..." Gilgamesh looked at Eris and Roxy, who remained a few kilometers away from his original position.
Looking into the deepest abyss, Gilgamesh felt a disgusting aura covering the space right in front of him, and that green color soon tried to recognize it. However, at that moment, Gilgamesh's aura made the space tremble, and something seemed to break.
At that moment, six undead with wings on their backs stepped on the void in the air to reach the ship, followed by six creatures that flew gracefully. They were completely synchronized as if the six mounts were part of the six beings with wings on their backs. These beings were dead, their bodies decayed, but still, those wings on their backs radiated an impressive aura.
The beings from the sky, one of the races that disappeared after the first Human-Demon War. Many said they were exterminated, and others claimed they simply decided to hide. But in truth, many stories were indifferent to all races that were lost as far as living meant.
Everyone can have a goal in life, learn magic, know how to wield a sword, but none are actually bound to a larger goal, which is the evolution of a species and civilization. Demons continued to live in darkness and decadence; elves, dwarves, and beastfolk remained enslaved.
If it weren't for Gilgamesh, who stopped this and led any elf who wanted to a liberated world, there would still be bandits enslaving these weak and incompetent species.
How many powerful elves are there in the world?
How many invincible dwarves exist?
What about the beastfolk?
It was so easy to establish a kingdom with values and princes that Gilgamesh would not be needed for the intervention of development, but none seemed to care. There were gods in this world, but their authority was so scarce that the title was a mockery to the true gods.
Gilgamesh looked coldly at all who stood in his way, waved his hand, and several ripples appeared behind him. After a simple sigh, several swords shot out at an unimaginable speed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Rain, blood, and love... All are unworthy to lead in front of my eyes. No God or King has the right to even call themselves by those titles when I exist in this world. If you demand mercy, I will reward you with death. If you ask me to stop, I will enjoy killing you all. I need to purge this world of beings unworthy of life, who put their thoughts and desires against morality."
Gilgamesh's words resonated in the clouds like thunder cutting across continents; his divine authority exploded, and all who tried to resist it fell to their knees.
Gilgamesh was angry. Every time he thought about it, he filled with fury, knowing that no one has done absolutely anything for this world. There was no need to think that another war was near; all were so weak-minded that they let themselves be manipulated by a false god hiding in fear above space itself.
At this moment, Gilgamesh's hand did not tremble to eliminate those who were unworthy of life. Those who had played their role in the world as a species deserved eternal rest. But if he encountered beings seeking something that did not belong to them, they had to die and let their fractured souls rest.
As the drums sounded, the ship Gilgamesh was on entered the earth, and a powerful aura erupted on the ground.
No one knew why, but everyone could feel that something was about to happen, and it was something that couldn't be avoided.