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The night sky was covered by a black veil, with moonlight and stars dotted upon it. This was precisely Athena's favorite time, as the Goddess of Disobedience.
However, at this moment, it was no longer the era of centuries past. The night was lit up by humans. The light produced by people completely buried the pitch-black night. Even that starlight could no longer reach this place. Humans hated darkness, so they created countless dazzling lights. But such creations might not align with the will of those gods. That existence, that presence absolutely high above, that looks down on the human race.
She was no longer that delicate infant, replaced by the appearance of a maiden, the silver-haired Goddess of Disobedience. Her short, long silver hair, at most reaching her neck, flowed like moonlight, trailing on the filthy ground. This almost exquisitely beautiful girl, to describe her with perfection, would certainly not be an exaggeration. At this moment, such an existence was precisely walking on the bustling streets.
Whether her exquisite physique or her utterly sacred appearance, at this moment, everything was completely unveiled, clearly revealed before those humans. But she seemed not to care if any human saw her.
That was an entity that would absolutely not be on the same level as humans, or rather, merely seeing that figure was an immense irreverence. That was a deity; even if she descended in her form of disobedience, she was still a high and mighty deity.
The Goddess of Disobedience, named Athena, was precisely such an existence. At this moment, perhaps calling her Athena might be slightly inaccurate.
She was the triple goddess: Metis, Themis, or Athena. She was the triple Mother Earth. As her authority unfolded, that immeasurably profound entity slowly melted into the night sky.
That was absolute, incomparable darkness. Walking lightly on the street, whether unintentionally or intentionally, she wielded her authority, an almost unparalleled power that could be called a natural disaster. That was 'darkness'. At this moment, all man-made light was forbidden.
As her lotus steps moved lightly, with each soft breath, every single bit of light, whether lamplight, firelight, or even the roar of an engine, all turned into nothingness. Now, she was the 'Triple Mother Earth', not merely Athena. Therefore, the unfolding of this authority was even more terrifying than in the original work.
The entire city of Tokyo, all its lights and flames, without a single trace of struggle, uniformly went out.
Undoubtedly, as all man-made lights gradually disappeared, even the moon in the sky still cast its radiance, but the human world's clamor became even more silent. Indeed, at this moment, what disappeared was not just the lights; everything, absolutely everything, all man-made light and sound, ceased.
Naturally, this also included everything that produced flames, which is to say, engines. And precisely because of this, there were no overly huge accidents. All cars simultaneously stalled, then turned into useless scrap metal, quietly stopping by the roadside.
People murmured helplessly. Helpless people faced the approaching power of the heavens, yet they absolutely had no power to resist. They didn't even know the cause and effect.
This was merely an adjustment made by Athena, the Goddess of Disobedience, to turn this battlefield into a domain favorable to herself. As for how many people would be injured or die because of this, that had nothing to do with the high and mighty Goddess of Disobedience.
Those ignorant humans, at this moment, were filled with how much anger, how much fear, how much helplessness. In Tokyo, in a classical building used for sightseeing, Gilgamesh was lightly reclining on a sofa completely unsuitable for the Japanese-style architecture. In his hand was a high-priced sake, freshly plundered from an organization in the island nation, the Bronze Black Cross. Looking at the clear, fragrant wine, Gilgamesh slightly narrowed his red snake-like eyes.
At this moment, from outside the house, came the clamor of angry humans, and separately, the trash who were taking advantage of this disaster to make ill-gotten gains. "Truly, a bunch of boring mongrels." He said lightly, with a tone of disdain, lamenting the ignorance and foolishness of the world's people.
After all, next was the stage for the Goddess of Disobedience and the Godslayers, and those boring guys were still brazenly committing their evil deeds. Even the knights of the Bronze Black Cross had been informed in advance and fled this capital city. But whether it was the Bronze Black Cross or Gilgamesh, they had not informed these guys of the reason.
Next, the King gently tapped the sake in his cup, seemingly not liking it much, and slightly frowned. "Then, the farce ends here." He said softly, and the red snake-like eyes on his face slowly opened. "You're a bit late, Athena."
As his words fell, from the corners of the room, shrouded in pitch-black darkness, snake-like things emerged one after another. Then, they slowly combined into a black human shadow. Finally, the shadow gradually turned pale and solid. "Then, please wait a moment, Queen."
Not only her appearance, but even her tone of voice had changed. Perhaps, the slightly timid and indifferent voice of a young girl from the beginning, at this moment, transformed into one of arrogant, unmatched supremacy, wrapped in coldness. That was the change belonging to power, and the confidence it brought.
At this moment, this Athena, or rather, Metis, could also be called Themis. In any case, this triple entity, at this moment, had already broken Gilgamesh's confidence. Of course, this was merely her own thought.
"I arranged a battlefield that belongs to my incarnation, so I was slightly late." She said lightly, her tone neither cold nor hot, as if she no longer cared about that King.
"How truly boring, do you think these mere trifles can contend with this King?" Gilgamesh's words revealed invisible disdain.
"Being a mongrel, yet not having a shred of self-awareness. Athena, you have failed to live up to my expectations." That King said so arrogantly, even though it had already transformed into the 'Triple Mother Earth', for that King, it was still utterly meaningless. Indeed, utterly meaningless.
However, even when treated with such disdain, Athena, possessing the authority of the 'Goddess of Wisdom,' did not get angry in the slightest. Only, the disdain in her eyes grew thicker.
She opened her pale, cherry-colored lips, and with an ancient tone, she slowly sang.
"Then, please show me, and let the war, which will be etched into history like an epic, resound, Gilgamesh."