Gilgamesh in DxD

Chapter 252

On a battlefield that was a huge expanse of rocks with dozens of mountains around it and some plains were two combatants.

On one side was Gilgamesh the King of Heroes and on the other was Thor the God of Thunder.

Soon after Thor challenged Gilgamesh to a battle and the King of Heroes accepted, the God of Thunder asked Odin to create a battlefield.

Using his authority over Valhalla the Elder Norse God created a huge battlefield.

In the background were all the warriors of Valhalla together with the Gods who were protected by a huge barrier created by Odin to observe the battle.

Odin was sitting on a chair while Enkidu, Sebas and Valerie were beside him watching the battle, even Rossweisse was there.

The only one not there was Freya who had not yet appeared.

"Do you think your disciple can win?" asked Odin to Sebas.

Sebas sighed a little: "He can, but this battle will be difficult, Thor is undeniably stronger than Gilgamesh, he has much more power and strength besides centuries of experience in battle, Gilgamesh needs to use his intelligence to win this" explained Sebas calmly.

Odin nods, for indeed Gilgamesh would have to use his intelligence to beat Thor.

On the battlefield a silence reigned in the air as the two analyzed each other.

Thor had a huge smile with the battle he would have and Gilgamesh was serious.

Gilgamesh was strong, absurdly strong for his age, as strong as many God-class beings, but he was not as strong as Thor.

The God of Thunder was centuries old and had accumulated immense experience in battle and an overwhelming power that made him one of the 10 Strongest Existences.

But what defined the winner in a battle was not the one with the greatest power, but the one who could use even the smallest of techniques to bring down his enemies.

It was much more than raw power, for Gilgamesh to win he had to use his intelligence to bring down the God of Thunder.

Winds suddenly blew from the north, bringing powerful winds.

Arcs of lightning crackled across the surface of the hammer at Thor's waist, unable to be ignored in their absolute intensity as they twitched in his body. It was as if he himself had become one with the lightning, a fierce glow illuminating his eyes in a deep blue.

Black clouds began to form, the rain falling softly in a fine mist came to life.

The drumming of the rain hit his skin, the numbing cold in contrast to the heat that exuded from his body. His breathing was becoming heavy, producing heavy clouds of condensed water vapor that soon began to form a mist around him. The mist did not originate entirely from his breathing, but even from his exposed skin as the raindrops evaporated on contact.

"Enjoy me King of Heroes" said Thor with an immense smile as he picked up his hammer.

At the same moment blue runes came to life all over the length of the hammer.

Thunder rumbled in the sky.

Wind.

Rain.

And the crackle of lightning writhing like snakes among the clouds.

Interface patterns lit up the sides of his hammer like blue runes that buzzed with a muffled sound.

The storm above seemed to concentrate only around him; lightning after lightning falling toward the hammer that was in his right hand, creating spirals of writhing light.

His hammer was tailor-made to match his superior physical condition. Not only was it heavy, but it was exceedingly dense as a result, attracting lightning like a lightning rod.

A weapon that could very well be considered a Noble Phantasm, a crystallized legend of humanity.

A mighty Norse hammer of myth.

Bearer of Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning.

It didn't matter if it was a true Noble Phantom or not. What mattered was how the hammer was perceived in everyone's eyes, one of the most powerful weapons in the world.

Lightning struck, illuminating the area in several arcs of electricity.

The weapon of Thor, the Norse god of thunder.

Mjolnir.

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The stillness of the air.

The rising heat of tension.

And the howl of the wind.

It was a storm, gusts of wandering zephyrs invading the dark clouds above. Thunder and lightning, the hands of nature struck with fury, heating the violent plains in a torrential downpour.

The storm generator.

Wearing no armor or fancy dress, just topless with seasoned muscles rippling with every minute movement. A Norse God descended upon the battlefield.

Amidst the drumming of rain, arcs of electricity rose steadily up the arm of Thor holding his hammer.

Unlike ordinary war hammers whose handles were extended for use with both hands, Thor's hammer was short and made to be wielded with one hand.

Mjolnir, the hammer made by the dwarves Brokkr and Sindri of Norse mythology, was said to carry the defect of a short handle. Along with the fact that every blow from Thor's hammer sent grown men flying away, each blow brought nightmares to his enemies.

A weapon worthy of only the strongest of warriors.

The mountain leveler and one of the most fearsome weapons in Norse belief, a weapon that with its swing would bring down gods.

The lightning writhing around Thor suddenly condensed at the base of his hammer, forming a pillar that stretched toward the heavens.

Then all the power stored within the lightning and thunder condensed into the mighty hammer.

A deadly silence emerged despite the storm.

It was as if time had stopped, the surrounding drops seeming motionless in the downpour.

Come Wind.

A gust of air shot out with Thor's hammer at the epicenter.

Trees and rocks flew through the air, many mountains shattered as they plummeted back to the ground.

Come rain.

A shroud-like mist of water began to exhale, forming miniature clouds over the surface of the hammer. Glowing tendrils of electricity crackled amidst the steam.

Mighty Mjolnir, unleash the storms, the battle cry of Valhalla!

Lightning fell from the sky as thunder roared with the fury of an enraged beast.

Smiling with the power of his hammer Thor turned his attention to Gilgamesh.

The King of Heroes stood motionless within the storm as if it did not affect him, for with his main Longinus no weather condition could affect him.

"Accept my first blow as honor to our battle King of Heroes!!!" roared Thor cheerfully as his mighty hammer unleashed its power.

Combining strength and fluidity. Divine power with masterful providence. Myth and legend.

This one blow - Age of Heaven.

It crashed to the ground with the roar of a meteor.

The earth shattered, cracking before breaking up into segments of jagged gravel and earth. At the shrill noise, the arc lights exploded into writhing streams of electricity, sparking as they came in contact with the water.

They spread uncontrollably, Thor's powerful lightning bolts advanced against Gilgamesh destroying everything in their path against his enemy.

Phantom images of attacking goats emerged from the destruction, their horns raised to crash into any obstacle, late noises echoing through the air.

Blue lightning goats, the spirit beast of Thor, God of Thunder.

Thor's lightning bolts advanced annihilating everything in their path, by the divine authority of the God of Thunder no being could survive his lightning.

Or so Thor thought.