I'm the Great Pirate, and I'm waging the Holy Grail War!

Chapter 54 A Perfect Match, Time to Stir Up Trouble!

The destructive torrent of magical artifacts and the aftershocks of holy light had not yet completely subsided; the air was filled with a scorching atmosphere and fine dust of light.

However, the anticipated more intense confrontation did not occur.

Vimana hovered in mid-air, and Gilgamesh did not raise his hand again to summon a rain of Noble Phantasms.

The murderous intent in his scarlet pupils receded like a tide, replaced by interest.

Like a connoisseur discovering a previously unseen treasure, one feels a sense of scrutiny, exploration, and a touch of pleasure.

The gates of heaven behind Dilt slowly closed, and the six pure white wings resumed their peaceful unfolding.

He still wore that lazy smile, treating the "greeting" that had just been enough to destroy the island as nothing more than a celebratory firework.

"Hmph." Flash broke the silence first, her voice still carrying her innate arrogance, but her hostility had dissipated by most.

"To be able to so calmly accept my test... and that attack. Arbitrator, you are quite magnanimous among mortals."

His scarlet pupils scanned Dilt up and down, as if he were assessing a newly acquired collectible.

"This filthy courtyard isn't all disgusting scum."

Dilt laughed loudly, his laughter filled with the unique boldness and exhilaration of a pirate.

"King of Heroes, your probing almost destroyed my stronghold. However, this greeting gift was direct enough! I like it!"

He stepped forward, his gaze fixed intently on the figure on Vimana.

"Compared to those false gods who hide behind the Red Earth and issue orders, and that bastard who doesn't even dare to show his face, you, the domineering king who is the only one who matters, are much more to my liking."

Joan of Arc stood beside Dieter, watching the sudden change in atmosphere, a look of bewilderment on her face.

Just moments ago, the two were at loggerheads and nearly destroyed the world, but in the blink of an eye, they seemed to... have developed a mutual respect?

Especially the Master, whose excitement at finding a kindred spirit was undisguised.

She gripped the flagpole tightly, her vigilance not entirely gone, but her heart was filled with more resentment towards this "Hero King".

"A false god?" Gilgamesh's lips curled into a contemptuous smile as he glanced toward the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, as if looking at a pile of unsightly garbage.

"Those maggots who rely on the legacy of their ancestors and call themselves creators are not even worthy to carry my shoes. I merely cleaned up the filth in the corner of the courtyard to make them realize their place—dust should behave like dust."

He changed the subject, his pupils refocusing on Dilt, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"As for you, when I came into this world, I thought it would be another boring war. So I severed the contract and was ready to leave this world."

His voice rose slightly, carrying a hint of genuine appreciation. "It seems... there's no need to rush."

Gilgamesh listened quietly, his crimson eyes flashing.

Dieter's thoughts depict a mindset he was all too familiar with—treating all beings as pawns, the world as a stage, and enjoying the pleasure of watching grand dramas unfold and heading toward the unpredictable.

"Hahahahaha!" Gilgamesh suddenly burst into a hearty laugh, the sound of which made Vimana tremble slightly, filled with the ecstatic joy of finding a "like-minded person".

"Well said! Arbitration! To hold the world in the palm of your hand and watch the ants stage their tragicomedy—that is indeed the pleasure of the 'king'!"

He looked down at Dilt, his eyes flashing with domineering admiration.

"Dilth! I acknowledge you as the king of another world, and I tentatively approve of this entertainment called the Holy Grail War! For this reason, I will humbly remain in this filthy courtyard for a while longer."

Joan of Arc listened with a furrowed brow.

The conversation between the two "kings" made her feel deeply uneasy.

They regard the suffering of all living beings and the turmoil of the world as a game to please themselves.

This attitude runs counter to the beliefs she upholds.

She couldn't help but speak softly, with a hint of admonition: "Master, Your Majesty the King of Heroes, the conflicts and casualties brought about by the Holy Grail War are no trivial matter. Those lives caught in the crossfire..."

"Shut up. You have no right to interrupt a conversation between kings." Gilgamesh interrupted coldly, without even glancing at Joan of Arc.

"The king's pleasure is beyond the comprehension of a monastic bound by faith. You need only stand quietly behind your Lord and witness this grand drama."

That unquestionable domineering aura left Joan of Arc's words stuck in her throat.

Dieter gave Joan of Arc a reassuring look, but did not refute Gilgamesh.

He knew the ancient king's character well; even if he gained the king's approval, forcibly lecturing him would only backfire.

He was more concerned with how to transform this "resonance" into more interesting actions.

"Hero King, since you approve of this 'entertainment' program, would you be interested in adding fuel to the fire?"

A sly glint flashed in Dilt's eyes.

"Oh?" Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow.

"Tell me about it. If you can make this play even more exciting, I wouldn't mind playing along."

Dieter's smile widened.

"You massacred the holy land, staging such an earth-shattering opening act that made those high and mighty 'gods' lose face and be utterly humiliated."

Dilt's eyes gleamed with a sly glint: "This should have been headline news that shook the world and made all ambitious people tremble with excitement."

Gilgamesh scoffed, "Of course. My actions will be known throughout the world, so that all wicked cultivators will remember my majesty!"

"What a pity," Dilt shrugged, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Those 'dust' you trampled underfoot seem quite resentful. They've used all their power to desperately try to block the news."

"I bet that, apart from those guys in the Holy Land and us 'chess players,' there are probably very few people on the open sea who know the name of the Hero King, let alone that you've utterly humiliated the World Government!"

"What?!" Gilgamesh's crimson pupils instantly ignited with icy fury.

To block the news? To cover up his glorious deeds as the King of Heroes? This was more humiliating to him than the offenses of those ants!

"Those damned monstrous insects! How dare they try to overshadow my glory?! Do they think they can salvage their laughable pride this way? Ridiculous! Utterly foolish!"

The air around Vimana distorted with his rage, and golden ripples reappeared faintly.

"Yes, ridiculous and stupid," Dilt added fuel to the fire, speaking as casually as if he were discussing the weather.

"But this also gave us a great time, didn't it, King of Heroes?"

Gilgamesh's anger was instantly drawn to the amusement in Dilt's words, and his crimson pupils turned to him with a questioning look.

Dilt pointed into the distance, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint.

"The World Economic News Agency, the lair of the noisy news bird Morgans. It is the best 'megaphone' on this vast ocean. If the King himself goes there, he will be overwhelmed with gratitude and will spread your deeds throughout the world."

"Let him send this 'surprise' to every corner of the world! Let those bastards become a laughing stock! Let the whole world tremble and go crazy for the arrival of the Hero King."

"Isn't this a more entertaining pastime than demolishing a few more palaces and slaughtering a few more fat pigs?"

Gilgamesh's anger was instantly replaced by a more sinister pleasure.

Blocking the news? Then let's use the loudest method to completely rip their faces off.

Letting the whole world know about their predicament, letting panic and ambition grow wildly in the truth—this is exactly what he wanted.

"Hahahaha! Dilt!" Gilgamesh burst into an even more unrestrained laugh than before.

"Excellent! Very good! Grant that newsbird the highest honor, making it the proclaimer of my great deeds!"

His crimson pupils gleamed with excited golden light, and Vimana's engine roared as it turned around.

"What are you waiting for? Bring your servants and take the pleasure to the next level."

Dilt grinned and instantly appeared beside Vimana's throne, sitting down without any hesitation.

Gilgamesh didn't react much to this, merely teasing him about his audacity.

"Excuse me, excuse me, Your Majesty the Hero King, we would be grateful if you could escort us."

Joan of Arc looked at the two "kings" before her, who had hit it off immediately and were eager to do something even bigger, and felt a wave of powerlessness wash over her.

Stop it? Absolutely impossible.

She could only sigh helplessly, her body radiating a spiritual light, and silently followed, offering a silent prayer in her heart.

Hopefully, this process will be a little gentler.

Vimana transformed into a golden meteor that tore through the sky, carrying two like-minded "fun-loving people" and a worried saint, and disappeared into the horizon.

What they were about to ignite with their own hands was something that would plunge the entire ocean into even more frenzied turmoil—a nuclear bomb!