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It wasn't just a battle between humans.

The Fu Mourning God led by the Divine Inquisitor was also fighting fiercely with the historical revisionists.

There was only a day and a half left before the Komusubi drop rate increased. Many of the Divine Inquisitors who had yet to ship their goods had to race against time and repeat the endless time reversal army.

Gilgamesh sat by the window.

The view here was wide, and he could see the hostel opposite.

He picked up a piece of freshly fried taiyaki and took a bite.

In the distance.

"Boom!" A shocking thunder sounded at the same time. The bluish-purple lightning that kept falling lit up the night as if it was daytime.

The dark sky seemed to be brewing a heavy rain.

Or maybe it was something more interesting.

Maeda lay on Kendo's lap.

He didn't know if it was because he was afraid of the thunder or because he hadn't accepted the previous huge blow.

His small body couldn't stop trembling.

He bit his finger.

He didn't allow himself to make a sound so as not to disturb the new Divine Inquisitor and annoy him.

After a while.

The door was carefully pushed open. Horikawa Kunihiro, who was good at moving around at night, came back with two packages.

This was what he had heard from the shop owner.

The fruits were sold three streets away. He heard that the taste was very authentic.

Kunihiro handed one of the larger packages to Hado and asked him to share it with everyone. He carried the other package of snacks to Gilgamesh.

He placed the exquisite and cute fruits on the table one by one.

The young man who had placed the snacks raised his head.

Seeing that Gilgamesh was still focused on looking out of the window, he was very curious and couldn't help but follow Gilgamesh's line of sight to look out of the window.

The scene shocked him so much that he spilled the sweet wine in his hand.

In the distant horizon.

A crack was scraped open.

As another bolt of lightning fell.

Surrounded by blue flames and lightning, the Tachi in the form of a katana appeared on the battlefield. Then, one after another, Tachi, Dachi, Gun... Countless Tachi traversed between the Fu Mourning God and the historical revisionists.

If one stayed in an era for too long, there was a chance that they would be discovered by a third party.

They waved the weapons in their hands and attacked the Fu Mourning God and the Time Reversal Army indiscriminately.

Even though they were far away, they could still feel their terrifying aura.

"This … isn't this too much?"

Horikawa's hands were trembling with fear. "The number of these inspectors has already exceeded the number of a team."

"There is more than one team of Fu Mourning God on that battlefield."

Gilgamesh placed the three different types of fruits on an empty plate one by one, and put them in a three-way confrontation. "If the Historical Revisionists and Fu Mourning God, who were originally hostile to each other, represented Lancer and Saber respectively, this would just be a boring duel between knights.

At this time, Berserker's arrival will make the situation more interesting. "

The young man looked at the inquisitor whose eyes were getting brighter and brighter. He could not help but ask, "What about you?

Which side are you on? "

"I am Gilgamesh, a Gilgamesh who does not belong to any side. My existence is a general who is a few levels higher than them, and they are just pawns."

As they spoke, the inquisitor had already taken care of half of the army on the battlefield.

The inquisitor could wipe out a large group of people with a swing of his sword, and they only dropped a few weapons after being attacked by the Fu Mourning God and the Time Reversal Army.

That's not right, even if they were very strong, they should not be so difficult to deal with.

Kunihiro knew that something was wrong. The inquisitor must have brought a full-leveled sword to the battlefield.

The inquisitors were weak when they met the weak, and strong when they met the strong. Each of them was the highest level among the Fu Mourning God present.

If there were so many of them, and they were all level 99 inquisitors, it would be too scary.

"Master, no, it's too dangerous. Although the inquisitor is still some distance away from us, should we …" The Fu Mourning God who was originally resting quietly in the room surrounded the inquisitor.

"Shh, be quiet."

Gilgamesh put his index finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture. "Assassin's operation has already begun."

He narrowed his eyes and threw a small red bean into the plate from before.

On the battlefield, the inquisitor was still waving his scythe and harvesting lives.

The Fu Mourning God was lucky. The Government of the Hour had set up a mechanism for them to be sent back to the city when they were heavily injured. A gentle white light enveloped the dying swords, and the heavily injured Fu Mourning God was sent back to the city.

The Historical Revisionists were not so lucky. Their bodies were turned into spots of light and dissipated under the inquisitor's sharp blade.

The last enemy was taken care of. The clouds above the inquisitor's head were compressed into a vortex, and the stones on the ground were suspended in midair due to the suction force.

Seeing that the inquisitor was about to leave, the buzzing of weapons sounded. The inquisitor lowered his head, and One Vibration's rusty Tachi penetrated his chest.

The pain of the blunt weapon stirring his flesh made him roar fiercely. The rest of the inquisitor's body slowly became transparent and condensed back into a solid body.

The inquisitor, who had no thoughts, only knew that as long as the enemy was not taken care of, they could not leave.

Seeing that all the inquisitors' attention was focused on him, One Vibration quickly withdrew his body and ran towards the crowded street without looking back.

The dangerous pressure slowly approached, and the inquisitor followed the escaping Tachi from the battlefield to the vicinity of the hotel.

The inquisitor would not attack ordinary people without Reiki. The only targets in their minds were Fu Mourning God and the Historical Revisionists.

The people living here were unaware of the huge monster floating in the air. They only saw the increasingly dense thunder and lightning in the sky.

They were almost there.

The blue-haired Tachi looked at the place where he and Gilgamesh had agreed to meet. He bit the tip of his tongue, took his last breath, and jumped onto the roof.

There was no way out. They were all surrounded by the inquisitors.

One Vibration did not run anymore. He pulled out his body from his waist and aimed at a point.

The ceiling was broken, and the three inquisitors in the room trembled and huddled together.

It was the two Government of the Hour staff and their leader who had collected Gilgamesh's data.

The inquisitor, who had discovered the new enemy, threw out the golden spear in his hand, and pierced through their protective shield with one blow.

"Damn it!

This Dark Tachi wants to drag us down with him! "

The fear of death shrouded his heart. The leader lost his usual calmness and silently chanted a spell. A burning flame spell was thrown at One Vibration.

"Even if you die, you will die in front of us." He opened his bloodshot eyes and cursed with hatred.

In front of him was a spell that restricted the operation of spiritual power. Behind him was the sound of the golden spear breaking through the wind. One Vibration did not dodge and calmly took the two attacks.

A hole was opened in Tachi's chest. He no longer had the strength to support his already wounded body. With a thud, he knelt on the ground and turned his head with difficulty. His lips opened and closed silently.

He said, "The deal is done."

I am like the morning dew descending to the world, turning and passing away in a flash.

Maeda, who was lying in bed, suddenly shed tears. He turned his head and looked at Kendo who was standing in front of the window. He whispered, "Kendo, I don't know what's going on, but my heart suddenly feels very uncomfortable."

"Be a good boy. Sleep and you will be fine." Kendo did not turn back.

"Okay." Little Tachi closed his eyes obediently.

He had a wish. When he woke up, he could see Brother Ichibi.

He did not kill the former inquisitor. Everything was a conspiracy of the historical revisionists. If His Majesty allowed, it would be even better if he could occasionally visit Brother Ichibi.

The three Government of the Hour staff members were as easy as cutting cabbage under the blade of the max-level inquisitor. They died with regret and resentment.

"Mongrel cultivators, there is only one reason for your death. You dared to scheme against me — Gilgamesh."

The last thing they saw was the king with golden hair and red eyes standing on the kerosene street lamp. He raised his chin and said disdainfully, "Because killing you with my own hands would dirty Wang's hands. What sense of accomplishment can I get from crushing a few ants?

Watching you guys kill each other is a pretty good entertainment. "

The inquisitors did not leave. They rarely gathered together and looked at Gilgamesh who was standing high above. The spiritual pressure of this inquisitor was so strong that it made them, who had long lost their emotions and wisdom, tremble.

"Oh, it seems that we have been discovered."

Gilgamesh, who did not deliberately hide his spiritual pressure, still stood there and looked disinterestedly at the inquisitors who were ready to attack at any time.

He did not expect to have to deal with the remaining mongrel cultivators after watching the show.

On the floor covered in blood and flesh, the golden brocade pouch with the embroidered pattern of clouds flashed with a dim light.

The time coordinate set by the Time Converter was called "Restoration of Memory". Without returning to the original location and changing the transmission coordinate, the Fu Mourning God could not enter the high-level battlefield.

Gilgamesh raised his chin and signaled Hado to lead the way.

As for what happened, the most direct and effective way was to ask the person involved.

Sensing that the current atmosphere was not suitable for introducing themselves to the inquisitor, the two new Fu Mourning God bowed in the direction of Gilgamesh and followed him to the Hand Room.

Firefly and Yamamochi Kokuhiro were sitting on the bench outside the Hand Room. Their clean and tidy outfits were torn by sharp weapons, and their exposed skin was full of wounds and bloodstains.

A Fu Mourning God, who was wearing a white coat and thin-rimmed glasses, was squatting beside Firefly and Yamamochi Kokuhiro, carefully treating their wounds with gauze soaked in medicinal wine.