Chapter 39

Chapter 39

"Hoho they're not that bad for humans" said one man.

"Yes, but even so they're mere humans, let's kill them soon" said another.

"Yes, yes we will kill them" said the little girl with a smile.

"Oh it's a shame to have to kill such a pretty boy," said the fair-haired woman as she looked at Gilgamesh with a lecherous face.

Mordred only stepped forward and raised her right hand.

In her right hand fell a red ray that when disappearing revealed a sword.

It is an ornate and glittering white silver sword adorned with splendid decorations, acting as a symbol of royalty denoting the right of succession to the throne.

That sword was Clarent: the Royal Radiant and Shining Sword and the sword that belongs to Mordred.

Originally guarded by King Arthur In Camelot's Armory. Described as 'more dazzling than any silver'. It is a precious sword that is worth equal to, if not, it exceeds Caliburn, which extends the king's authority, the "king's royal aura".

"Hoho the smooth girl knows how to do something" said the woman making the others come.

A red aura began to radiate from Mordred.

Gilgamesh walked away knowing what would come next.

"What you called me old lady," said Mordred.

"On guard, brat" said the woman before starting to laugh.

But when they look back at the woman they notice something.

She was headless and Mordred was in front of them with Clarent raised.

"Hey master, let me take care of it here," said Mordred as she charged towards the Fallen Angels who were still scared.

Gilgamesh turned his gaze to three Fallen Angels who were flying above him.

"You just took her by surprise, don't be convinced humans" said the Fallen Angel before creating along with the other dozens of spears of light in the sky and hurling them at Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh just looked at it bored.

"Magic of Light: Arrows of Light of Conviction" said Gilgamesh. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

The space around Gilgamesh changed as hundreds of spears of light appeared as they aimed at the Fallen Angels who were in disbelief.

"This is what a spear of light is," said Gilgamesh as he sent his arrows forward against the Fallen.

A few years ago Gilgamesh had fought a devil, but had spared him, he and that devil had become friends.

But they found out that what this devil really wanted was to place Valerie in his peerage.

When Gilgamesh found him he killed them all.

That couldn't be called a battle, or even a massacre, that was sheer carnage.

Gilgamesh had tortured the devils in so many ways that Mordred had not even imagined it possible.

Electrocuted, poisoned, drowned, his body dismembered, burned, mutilated, and in so many ways even Mordred could not believe it.

The devils suffered so much that they died from pain, their brains were not able to understand so much pain and they broke down.

Valerie was fine, nothing had happened to her.

But after that day Gilgamesh had become ruthless with his enemies and extremely protective of his friends.

Even with a life of several battles, Mordred could never forget that.

And now all that anger was directed at the little Fallen that was there.

The girl was in shock as she saw her death in many different ways in Gilgamesh's eyes.

"I'll just ask one more time"

"Who sent you?" screams Gilgamesh, his voice turning demonic as from the shadows several creatures emerged, creatures you would only find in the nightmare of the bravest warriors.

"Kokabiel" said the trembling girl.

All darkness and power suddenly vanish as Gilgamesh stared at the girl.

Gilgamesh knew that Kokabiel could send someone after him, but he didn't imagine it would be so fast.

Gilgamesh stared at her and a golden gate appeared beside him and a sword came out of it.

It's a very simple sword, it doesn't differ in practically anything from a common sword, having, therefore, only a slightly curved blade and also very sharp in a silver tone and with a considerable length, besides having, finally, a dagger reddish in color, however, with silver accents too, which is probably the only thing that makes it different from the others, after all, it's just a sword.

The girl stared at the sword in fear, even from there she could feel the terror that the sword was passing, she could feel screams of pain and agony coming from her.

The moment Gilgamesh picked up the sword a wave of black miasma surged out of it and leaked out everywhere, it was as if somehow the sword was conscious and happy that Gilgamesh had wielded it.

In a single movement Gilgamesh plunged the sword into the Fallen's belly.

"I thought you would set me free?" speaks the Fallen while feeling the pain of the sword.

"I never said I would set you free." says Gilgamesh to the horror of the Fallen Angel.