Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 1094: Creation and Annihilation

The duel between the King of Conquerors and the King of Knights had come to an end, but the battle between two other supreme rulers was only just beginning.

Unlike Iskandar and Artoria, who were old friends with much to say to each other, Gilgamesh and Scáthach were both solitary and proud monarchs.

They walked their paths alone, without companions.

There was no "Army of Kings" or "Knights of the Round Table" to support them, and there was nothing left unsaid between the two.

Whatever needed to be said had already been spoken during the banquet. What remained unspoken would be conveyed through their sword and spear.

Upon reaching the chosen battlefield, the ancient king and the eternal queen instinctively distanced themselves from each other.

Gilgamesh ascended into the sky, while Scáthach stood firmly on the ground.

Their smiles were the signal to begin the battle.

Gilgamesh raised the sword in his hand, revealing its true form as a Noble Phantasm.

Noble Phantasms.

They are the manifestations of the heroic spirits' legends, integral parts of their identity. These could be weapons they wielded in life, parts of their bodies, or even landscapes that embodied their very souls. Each one was unique, depending on the heroic spirit who wielded it.

For Gilgamesh, who possessed all the treasures of the world, most Noble Phantasms in his collection were insignificant, barely worth mentioning. But the sword he now held, even among his vast treasury, was one of the rare exceptions—something he truly cherished.

Yet, this sword bore no name.

The name Ea was simply a nickname of convenience given by Gilgamesh.

It might not even be a sword at all.

After all, it existed long before the concepts of swords or spears appeared in history.

It was an object from an era more ancient than humanity, perhaps even older than the planet itself.

A miraculous artifact, forged by the gods to shape the world, embodying pure, primordial power.

It was the tool that split the heavens and the earth at the dawn of this planet's creation.

It cleaved the void to create the sky, and it could return the heavens to nothingness.

This symbol of creation and destruction could only be wielded by Gilgamesh, who had inherited the divine right of kingship.

Its power transcended the typical classifications of "Anti-Unit," "Anti-Army," or "Anti-Fortress" Noble Phantasms, for such distinctions were meaningless in its presence.

Whether facing an individual, an army, or even a city, everything would be cleaved apart, along with the very world itself.

This was the nature of an Anti-World Noble Phantasm. To draw it was to signify that the hero was fighting in earnest. And now, Gilgamesh, without any hesitation, was preparing to unleash its full power against a single heroic spirit.

This was no game, no half-hearted effort.

The King of Heroes, casting aside his characteristic arrogance, was showing his true self.

"Sing, Ea!"

Gilgamesh wasn't speaking to his opponent below but rather to the sword in his hand.

As if in response, the strange, otherworldly weapon began to spin violently, tearing through the atmosphere.

A vortex of wind spiraled around it, pulling in more air and creating a small tornado.

The tornadoes converged, forming an even larger distortion in the air, all of which gathered onto the sword and began to compress.

The layers of air, compressed beyond physical limits, soon transformed into a weapon that could tear apart all creation, devouring the space around it.

Sound and light were drawn into the distortion, and silence and darkness enveloped the area around the sword. Gilgamesh gripped the living, howling weapon tightly and, without hesitation, swung it downward toward the woman below him.

"Enuma Elish!"

The distortion burst open. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

The compressed forces of nature gathered around Ea and were released in a single, devastating strike.

The unleashed pressure overturned the planet's very laws, transforming the battlefield into a hellish maelstrom, as if a painting of the world had been thrown into a blender.

The slash, a distortion of reality itself, redrew the boundaries of the world as it spread toward the heroic spirit on the ground.

At the same time, the female warrior raised her spear with great joy.

"At last, a foe worthy of this spear."

Strictly speaking, she was not a heroic spirit. She had descended in a similar form after mastering the summoning technique of heroic spirits.

She was the eternal queen, ageless and deathless, a being who existed outside the world.

She had not been born this way. Her immortality had been earned through endless battle and slaughter.

Her early life was filled with blood and fire, with war and death. Many lives had been taken by her hand.s, spirits, even gods.

She had faced countless beings and slaughtered them all.

Battle after battle, kill after kill.

Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter.

Until her body, drenched in the blood of her enemies, underwent a strange transformation.

She had stepped into the Land of Shadows, a realm beyond life and death.

In that place, her martial skills broke through countless barriers, and her magic reached new heights.

And then, one day, she saw it—

The end of all techniques, martial arts, magic—everything humans had ever defined.

She saw the true meaning behind the endless killing and death.

It was the real end, the true annihilation.

All things had a cycle—where there is life, there must be death, from the smallest insect to the world itself.

This was not just the ordinary concept of life and death but something deeper: the creation and annihilation of existence itself.

From that moment, she began to wait—for the annihilation of both the world and herself.

From that moment, she reached a new height, gaining an understanding of a spear so powerful that even the world itself would tremble before it.

"Humans die, spirits fade, gods return to nature, and the world itself will meet its end—"

Without a doubt, this was an anti-World strike as well.

The strongest spear of the Queen of the Land of Shadows, Scáthach, bore the name:

"Gáe Bolg Alternative: The Spear of Absolute Annihilation!"

And then, the world in front of the queen shattered.

It wasn't an illusion caused by the explosion of air—it was true destruction.

The tip of her magic spear pierced through space itself, shattering it like glass struck by a hammer. From those cracks emerged indescribable entities.

These were the opposites of all "existence," the source and destination of all things—Nothingness.

The summoned void further eroded the surrounding space, consuming everything around it.

The sandy ground dissolved like clay, and the sky and clouds were swallowed up effortlessly.

This attack, bearing the name of a spear, was an eroding force, grinding the planet itself to dust as it surged toward the king in the sky.

And then, the two forces—powers that surpassed even the most advanced magic, powers beyond the authority of gods—collided.

The primordial force of creation shaped the heavens and the earth and established the laws of the world.

And—

The force of ultimate destruction, which heralded the end of the world and the return of all things to nothingness.

Creation and annihilation.

The ultimate contradiction, the ultimate opposition, and yet, the ultimate unity and completeness.

Now, these forces were in the hands of the man and woman standing at the pinnacle of all heroes.