Father of the Gods

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The golden sunlight gradually faded, and layers of menacing dark clouds obscured the sun over Saint Paul's Island.

Those soldiers enjoying the gentle sunlight on the beach finally sensed something was amiss.

Whether it was the icy wind or the oppressive clouds, it undoubtedly signified that something incomparably terrifying was about to arrive.

It was an existence known as a 'Heretic God'.

"Th-that, what is that!"

A stout soldier, even bearing the mark of a firearm injury on his body, grabbed a prostitute beside him.

In this place far from the mainland, during these rest periods, some prostitutes would always arrive by boat, eager to get their hands on the high military pay of these common soldiers.

At this moment, this woman was no exception.

However, after she turned her head, she could no longer utter a single sound.

That woman, who had previously dared to come to such a military restricted zone in the face of death, now lacked even the courage to lift her head.

She curled up on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

And the soldier beside her was no better off. Despite his robust physique, he was now helplessly prostrated on the ground.

"That is a god."

An old veteran seemed to recognize the deity on the horizon.

It was a tall figure with a wrathful expression, riding the eight-legged steed 'Sleipnir'.

"O-Odin... that is Odin! The Allfather Odin!"

Immediately following, after that roar born of incomparable fear, the old veteran's head, like a crushed fruit, burst with a pop.

The scattered blood splattered onto the helplessly prostrating soldiers.

No one dared to utter another word, no one dared to make the slightest move. These soldiers, usually so wanton in their behavior, now lacked even the courage to wipe away the blood and flesh fragments from their bodies.

For a mortal to dare speak the name of the Allfather of Gods in His presence was itself an act of disrespect.

Divine grace is like the sea, divine might like a prison. And mortals, before these gods, are less than tiny insects.

Even if it was merely a Heretic God who had strayed from myth, it was the same.

The soldiers, the prostitutes who came with the soldiers, the small merchants and peddlers who followed the business opportunities...

They were all weeping bitterly, reproaching themselves for their disrespectful sin of looking directly at a god.

They gouged out their own eyes; they used hard stones to smash the skulls of their companions.

In just a short moment, these mortals had killed each other.

That was the power of divine might.

Odin, as the God of Authority, commanded these mortals to slaughter each other. And as the God of Death, he commanded these mortals to die.

As the Heretic God Odin, these mortals didn't even have the qualification to be looked at directly by him.

Odin, already a stern Allfather of Gods, would certainly not let these mortals who had committed the 'sin of disrespect' go.

"Who summoned Us? And who pulled Us from myth!"

It was a sound like thunder booming in their ears. Even those Miko, who possessed some resistance to divinity, couldn't help but cover their ears and fall.

Lilianna and those physically strong knights fared better, but most had lost their ability to fight.

Odin, the Allfather of Gods, was different from Verethragna, the God of War; he was also vastly different from Melqart, another God-King.

The power of a Heretic God was related not only to their strength in myth but also to the extent of their myth's propagation.

And Odin, the Norse God-King Odin, was naturally known by everyone.

In comparison, Verethragna, also a god, seemed slightly less renowned.

"It was this King!"

It was an extremely arrogant cry, responding to the God-King's majesty without a trace of fear.

"It was this King who pulled you from myth!"

The golden figure stood upon the golden radiant vessel, Vimana. Upon that golden flying ship, the golden figure silently declared to this world the posture of a king.

"We sense the presence of divine blood upon you. Are you a Sumerian demigod?"

Odin asked doubtfully, but even such a simple question caused the Miko to vomit blood.

Unlike those highly trained knights, they couldn't withstand the oppressive presence of such a powerful god.

However, neither of the two beings in the sky paid any attention to their insignificant lives.

"Mongrel, are you prepared to fall?"

Gilgamesh didn't answer, but the anger on his face intensified.

Being a demigod had always been his shame. He, who loathed the gods immensely, who loathed the gods that killed his most beloved friend, suppressed even the divinity within himself with all his might.

However, Odin was after all a God-King; even descending as a Heretic God, he could not be easily deceived.

"Truly presumptuous. Though We do not yet know your name, your courage alone is enough to make you Our enemy."

Odin, mounted upon the divinely handsome, eight-legged steed that seemed carved from a blade, showed no trace of anger on his face.

However, the man showed no response to his 'goodwill'.

"Truly an overconfident mongrel. Chains of Heaven!"

Hearing the God-King's words, Gilgamesh couldn't help but reveal a dangerous expression.

For him, who possessed the anti-divine Noble Phantasm 'Chains of Heaven', once he seized the initiative to attack, there was indeed no reason for him to lose.

"Truly foolish!"

Odin held Gungnir horizontally, lightly deflecting the chains flying towards him.

Gungnir, carrying a trace of the 'certain-kill' attribute, directly turned the incomparably tough Chains of Heaven into ash.

However, what happened next was beyond Odin's expectations.

Hundreds of golden gates of light flickered in the air, golden ripples undulating upon them.

Stream after stream of 'Chains of Heaven' surged forth from those ripples, then rushed towards the God-King wielding the divine spear.

"Now this is more like it!"

The God-King roared, then fiercely swung the divine spear, deflecting stream after stream of the 'Chains of Heaven'.

However, it wasn't enough, not nearly enough.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't completely escape the 'Chains of Heaven' pouring out from the Gate of Babylon.

Gilgamesh, having consumed the fruit of immortality and bathed in the nameless spring, coupled with his demigod physique, could be said to possess inexhaustible magical power.

Perhaps in this world, it was called Curse Power.

But it didn't matter. Regardless, Odin could not reverse his defeat now.

Even if every strike of his could shatter a golden ripple, Gilgamesh could, in an instant, open hundreds of channels for the Gate of Babylon to connect to the mortal world.

Therefore, in no time, layers upon layers of 'Chains of Heaven' wrapped around Odin's body, making it difficult for him to swing the divine spear any longer.

"Well then, have you exhausted your strength, mongrel?"

Gilgamesh looked at the anticipated outcome, a slight smirk playing on his lips, his face revealing an arrogant smile.

However, Odin showed no trace of annoyance. Four scarlet lights appeared around Odin.

From within those scarlet lights came the aura of gods.

"Truly interesting. Then let Us properly behold your magnanimity, demigod!"