"At last, an opponent worth my attention has appeared."
Hovering above the darkened skies, Medusa gracefully waved her staff. Her slender figure stood amid storm clouds as she spoke mockingly, "You've reached such a level, yet haven't even created your own witchcraft? Still relying on ancient magic from the era of the Three Witches? Then let's see how you handle this!"
"Death Lily Carnation!"
With a hiss, thick black mist rose from the earth, swiftly growing into a towering, pitch-black plant. Vines and roots expanded rapidly, ten meters, a hundred meters, three hundred meters, piercing through the clouds, scattering darkness. Massive roses blossomed upon its branches—each rose equally gigantic and sinister.
This was the true flower of death!
The Alchemy Airship rapidly turned, its surface glowing with sacred golden light. Countless radiant streams erupted, merging into countless golden butterflies before converging into a towering green tree piercing the heavens.
"Protection of Spring!"
Cassandra, the Witch of Spring's signature spell, exploded forth.
Roses, butterflies, and towering greenery clashed violently in mid-air.
Boom!!!
A thunderous metallic echo reverberated through the sky, resonating across the mountains below. Trees shattered, the earth fractured under monstrous gusts.
The heavens trembled.The land wept.
Throughout the Rose Kingdom, women—usually graceful and poised—fell to the ground, screaming, weeping, overwhelmed by despair as the fierce aftermath battered them.
Fourth and fifth-level witches hastily lifted their staffs, struggling to maintain protective barriers around their cities from the catastrophic backlash of the titanic clash above.
…
In Babylon.
A massive water-mirror formed in the skies, displaying the terrifying battle raging above the Rose Kingdom.
It was "Spring's Mist Mirror," a level-five spell cast by all of Babylon's witches combined. Using this spell normally would provoke fierce retaliation from the Rose Kingdom, but now they no longer cared about consequences.
This battle would determine their kingdom's fate.Every Babylonian had the right to witness this.
"If we fail, we perish."
Silently, citizens filled the streets, looking up, praying with clasped hands. Someone in the crowd softly began humming the Song of Fate, soon echoed by countless voices:
It was a tempest's roar.The fury of relentless storms.It was the lament of human fate,Yet also a hymn to mankind's courage.
…
Babylonian Royal Hall.
All witch ministers stood speechless, pale-faced, watching the sky. The suffocating pressure rendered them breathless.
"So…this is the full power of the strongest beings in our world…legendary witches?"
The apocalyptic battle eclipsed everyone's imagination. Perhaps only in the ancient myths, Gilgamesh's legendary struggle against the gods before the Great Flood, could match this spectacle.
"We will win."
Lilith clenched her staff, palms slick with sweat. Memories flashed vividly in her mind: cheerful days spent with that lively little slime. She thought she'd fully understood the cute creature—never imagining such terrifying power lay hidden within it.
Her heart swelled with awe and pride.
Years ago, that tiny fourth-level slime wizard who'd confidently boasted in her royal chamber now stood at a height unimaginable to the world.
…
At the modest hideout of the Elizabeth Witch Coven.
Elizabeth stared at the horrific images projected above, body trembling with cold. She covered her mouth to silence her panic. The frightened young witches clutched each other's arms tightly behind her.
"That's…our slime pet!"
Merly choked back tears, pale-faced and shaken. "He's just a slime! Just our little slime! And now he's fighting for us, controlling that strange thing he built…"
She recalled peeking once into his workshop, seeing him happily busy with strange tools he called "wrenches," "screws," and "gears," always improving that bizarre mechanical figure.
Although vastly transformed now, she still recognized its original shape.
"Seeing that machine appear, there's no doubt. He's the mysterious sixth-level wizard who appeared in the palace!" Elizabeth whispered hoarsely.
Everyone had believed their slime pet was merely a level-three wizard. For years, they'd joyfully struggled to help him reach level four, never suspecting he'd secretly ascended to the terrifying heights that shook the wizarding world.
Now he battled Medusa, the Death Monarch, in the skies above!
Yet deep down, these girls wished their dear pet remained that harmless little wizard, laughing and carefree. Such unbearable burdens shouldn't rest on the tiny shoulders of a slime…
"His promise to us back then—to become the next great wizard emperor—it actually came true."
Hand in hand, they gazed at the sky's mirror, pride and sorrow mixing tumultuously within.
…
Darkness churned amidst storm clouds.
Medusa, the Death Monarch, unleashed devastating level-six spells relentlessly, each effortlessly blocked by the strange mechanical flying beast.
"You have no unique witchcraft, merely reusing spells from the era of the Three Witches. Yet you repel everything with ease? Such is the power of alchemy? You truly opened the Gate of Truth?"
Shock flickered briefly across Medusa's face, quickly replaced by calm.
"Then it's time to show you why I am called Death Monarch Medusa. My roses bridge life and death, breaking the very rules of mortality!"
"My teacher Circe handed this forbidden spell to me, hoping I'd perfect the 'Revival of the Dead,' breaching the ultimate taboo."
Medusa spoke softly, "I haven't fully mastered this magic yet, unable to truly revive the dead. But still, no one alive can defeat me now. Because temporarily—I can summon the strongest man in history, the mythic Hero King, Gilgamesh!"
Gilgamesh!?
Every Babylonian froze, minds blank.
Gilgamesh—the legendary man from ancient Sumerian mythology. The strongest hero in history, who dared raise his sword against the gods.
He had reached the fabled seventh-level epic realm, a height even the Three Witches never attained. A single difference in level meant a chasm of overwhelming strength. Against level-seven, level-six witches were mere infants.
"Impossible…"
"How could she possibly summon the dead…?"
"That's the terrifying man from the myths, slain by the gods themselves!"
Amid panic and disbelief, Medusa raised her staff, immense magic surging, her chant resonating through the air:
"Spirits wandering between worlds, heed my prayers, recall your mortal memories. Break the gates of Hades and return to the world of life."
"Forbidden spell—Rose of the Netherworld, Gilgamesh!"
A massive, terrifying black rose unfolded in the sky. Its petals unfurled slowly, sinisterly, revealing a terrifying existence within.
From the dark rose emerged a colossal figure—Gilgamesh, composed entirely of black mist, stunningly handsome yet devoid of emotion, holding aloft the sword of civilization: the Sword of Damocles.
His blank gaze surveyed the battlefield, and with a single motion, he swung his blade.
Li Shengjiang watched wide-eyed, awe-struck:
"This is Gilgamesh—the legendary Hero King from the ancient Sumerian era, who dared to defy the gods before the Great Flood…!"
The sword descended.
What breathtaking perfection.
At that moment, wind ceased. Rain stopped. Leaves froze mid-air. Humanity stood silent below, as if the world's sounds vanished, and even the gods themselves paused in reverent silence.