With the departure of the Government of the Hour's investigation team, the gears that had stopped turning began to turn again. The motionless guests in the small hotel refilled the half-empty glasses of wine, and the staff lit up the oil lamp in the dimly lit lobby.

One by one, the owner of the hotel informed the guests that dinner was being prepared and that they could send it to their rooms if needed. The owner of the hotel opened the door to the room where Luther Greenwell used to stay. She closed the door and went downstairs in a daze. "I'm really old now. I can't even remember when the guests left."

The traces left by outsiders who did not belong to this era were negligible. Whether it was their arrival, departure, or death, it was difficult to leave an indelible impression.

It was close to dusk, and the pedestrians on the street were gradually thinning out. Many shops had already hung up their closed signs.

At this time, the Kamakura shogunate army was marching into Kyoto and waging war with the imperial court. Not far away, the sound of war and weapons clashing could be heard. The people living in Mohata, the inevitable battlefield, were anxious all day long and hoped that the war would end soon.

It was not only the battle between humans. The Fu Mourning God led by the God's inquisitors was also fiercely fighting against the historical revisionists.

There was only a day and a half left before the Komusubi drop rate increased. Many inquisitors who had not yet delivered their goods had to race against time and repeatedly fight against the endless time reversal army.

Gilgamesh sat by the window, where he had a wide view. He could even see the hostel opposite. He picked up a piece of freshly fried taiyaki and bit into it with a crunch.

In the distance, there was a loud boom of thunder at the same time. The incessant blue-purple lightning illuminated the night as if it was daytime.

The dark sky seemed to be brewing a downpour.

Or perhaps it was something even more interesting …

Maeda lay on Kendo's lap. His little body could not help but tremble. He did not know whether it was because he was afraid of the thunder or because he had not accepted the previous huge blow.

He bit his finger to prevent himself from making a sound, so as not to disturb the new 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 parcels. He had inquired about the parcels from the shop owner's grandmother. The parcels were sold three streets away, and he heard that the taste was very authentic.

Kunihiro handed one of the bigger packages to Hado and asked him to share it with the others. He then carried the other package to Gilgamesh and placed the delicately shaped fruits on the table.

After placing the snacks, the young man looked up and saw that Gilgamesh was still looking out the window. He was very curious and couldn't help but follow Gilgamesh's line of sight and look out the window.

What he saw shocked him so much that he spilled the wine in his hand.

In the distant horizon, a crack was torn open, and as another bolt of lightning fell, a katana in the shape of a katana surrounded by blue flames and lightning appeared on the battlefield. Then, one after another, katanas, katanas, guns … Countless katanas crossed between the Fu Mourning God and the historical revisionists.

If they 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, regardless of friend or foe.

Even though they were far away, they could feel the terrifying aura on their bodies.

"Isn't … 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 three different types of parcels and fruits on an empty plate and put them in the perspective of a confrontation between the three sides. "If the historical revisionists and Fu Mourning God, who were originally opposing each other, represented Lancer and Saber, respectively, this would just be a boring duel between knights.

At this time, the arrival of the Inspector Berserker, who attacked indiscriminately, would make the situation interesting. "

The young man looked at the inquisitor whose eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and couldn't help but ask, "What about you?

Which side are you on? "

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

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

The Inspector could wipe out a large number 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 shouldn't be so difficult to deal with.

Kunihiro knew that things were not good. The God Inquisitor must have brought a full-leveled sword to the battlefield.

The Inspector Berserker was weak when facing the weak, and strong when facing 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 Inspectors, it would be too scary.

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

"Shh, be quiet."

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

He narrowed his eyes and threw a small red bean into the plate just now.

On the battlefield, the Inspector Berserker 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 return to the city with heavy injuries. A gentle white light enveloped the dying swords, and the heavily injured Fu Mourning God was sent back to Honmaru.

The Historical Revisionists were not so lucky. Their bodies turned into light spots and dissipated under the Inspector Berserker's sword.

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

Seeing that the Inspector Berserker was about to leave, the weapon buzzed. The Inspector Berserker lowered his head, and the rusty Tachi of One Vibration penetrated his chest.

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

The Inspector Berserker, 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 Inspector Berserker's attention was focused on him, One One Vibration quickly withdrew his body and ran towards the crowded street without looking back.

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

The Inspector Berserker 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 thunder and lightning in the sky getting denser and denser.

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 Inspector Berserker.

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

The ceiling was broken. The three Divine Inquisitors in the room trembled and huddled together.

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

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

"Damn it!

This Dark-shaking 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. He threw a burning flame spell at One 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 flow of spiritual power. Behind him was the sound of the golden spear piercing through the air. One One Vibration did not dodge and calmly took the two attacks.

There was a hole in Tachi's chest. He was no longer able 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 good. Sleep and you will be fine." Kendo did not turn his head.

"Okay." Little Tachi closed his eyes obediently.

He had a wish. When he woke up, he would be able to see One Vibration.

He did not kill the former God's Inquisitor. Everything was a conspiracy of historical revisionists. If His Majesty allowed, it would be even better if he could occasionally visit One Vibration.

The three Government of the Hour staff members were as easy as cutting cabbage under the blade of the max-level Inspector. 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 Inspectors did not leave. They gathered together in a rare occasion and looked at Gilgamesh standing high above. The spiritual pressure of this God's 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 at the Inspectors who were ready to attack at any time with disinterest.

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