The Golden King's face darkened as the Son of the Sun God shot down his treasures, moving so fast that a normal human would not even think that his bow was moving. Though Karna was an archer without equal, even he had not been able to fully deflect the might of the King, and numerous cuts and wounds adorned his body. It was not enough to truly harm him, as Gilgamesh knew. He watched as the Noble Phantasms that Karna deflected crash into the streets, exploding with great force or causing some other form of damage. Several buildings were reduced to rubble as the King and the Demi-God fired upon each other, both solely focused on the blasphemy that the other had committed.
"Now THIS is what I've been searching for, King of Heroes!"
Gilgamesh bared his teeth in response to Karna's grin. Even though the King felt overwhelming rage, he could also not help feeling a tinge of enjoyment. Rarely did a battle last much longer than several seconds in this day and age, with the frailty of modern humans preferring a court to a field of combat. Below him, as Karna endured the barrage of treasures, the Son of Surya began to chant.
I condemn my target to a painful death with this Invocation.
मैं इस मंगलाचरण के साथ एक दर्दनाक मौत के लिए मेरा लक्ष्य निंदा करते हैं.
In this arrow I call forth the wrath of the mighty Naga
इस तीर में मैं शक्तिशाली नागा के प्रकोप आगे कॉल. यह सच है कि मेरे प्रतिद्वंद्वी हड़ताल.
May it strike my opponent true and throw him to the ground
और उसे भूमि पर फेंक कर सकते हैं
Gilgamesh, who saw more than both Gods and Men, understood what was happening instantly. Fully baring his teeth in what could almost be called a grin, The King of Heroes raised his hand, nine more weapons appearing through the Gate of Babylon. Something about them, their bearing and countenance, marked them as even higher quality than the Noble Phantasms that came before. Among their number stood Durandal, the Peerless Sword, and Merodach, the Original Sin from which both Caliburn and Gram were drawn.
As Karna leapt into the air, pulling back on his mighty bow, Gilgamesh snapped his fingers in one fast, smooth movement.
"NAGASTRA!"
Nine Noble Phantasms shot forward, each aimed at an angle that ensured they would hit the arrow at the same time. In an instant's time, they exploded, dampening some of the Astra's force but not stopping it's momentum. As Durandal the Unbreakable Sword spun past his face Gilgamesh unleashed multiple shields stacked behind each other, each carrying stopping power that the Nagastra punched straight through, losing momentum and power each time.
Finally, as the powerful arrow honed in on Gilgamesh, He Who Surpasses All Other Kings reared back his fist and
punched with strength that could shatter mountains. The Astra was instantly destroyed, causing enough damage to Vimana to cause it to falter once, twice, then fall.
Dismissing his ark, the King of Heroes fell, only to be stopped by the hilt of a massive sword rising from one of the golden pools of the Gate of Babylon. Landing perfectly balanced on one foot, the King looked at Karna, hanging in the air. For that moment, they were level with each other, and as their eyes connected Gilgamesh raised his hands to either side.
Hundreds upon hundreds of portals opened bearing the treasures of The Oldest King. From each a weapon emerged that could scarcely be imagined in this modern age, remnants of older times that have since long been forgotten. Gilgamesh's voice was soft when he spoke to the Demi-God before him.
"You are truly a powerful warrior, Karna, Son of Surya. I praise you for making me expend this effort."
The towering, disordered rows behind Gilgamesh could be seen from even the outskirts of the city. Gilgamesh, the first Hero, raised his hand once more.
"Defeat this with your strength if you can!" He brought his hand down, and from the Gate countless weapons were fired, a barrage that could destroy half of the city were it not focused solely on his target.
