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Chapter 15

Jujutsu Kaisen : Gilgamesh The King of Heroes

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The bones that had originally been nailed to the cross suddenly began to move.

Veins, blood vessels, and muscle tissue started forming over the skeleton out of nowhere.

The skull, once stark white, was quickly covered in flesh and pulsing vessels.Full novel: Jujutsu Kaisen : Gilgamesh The King of Heroes — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠

Thud.

Ragnar Kagenou and Gojo Satoru leapt down from the tower.

“Tch… this really was a terrible idea.

My legs are numb.” Gojo landed a moment later and glanced back.

“If we hadn’t jumped, we would’ve been absorbed into that thing.” Ragnar clicked his tongue in irritation.

“What kind of lunatic uses a barrier nail to seal a cursed spirit?” But because of that, the two of them were finally able to see the tower’s true form.

It was never really a tower to begin with.

It was a colossal skeleton—more precisely, a grotesque spinal structure.

Flesh extended over the bones, turning it into something like a gigantic parasitic leech.

Its mouth was packed with dense rows of jagged teeth, the kind of sight that triggered pure, instinctive disgust.

Ragnar stared at it.

“What a disgusting oversized leech.” Gojo’s expression sharpened.

“Now’s not the time to stand there commenting on it.

It’s burrowing underground.” At the same time, the barrier itself began to collapse.

The next moment, Ragnar found himself back in a section of the slums.

So they had already been forced out of the barrier.

But that was only the beginning.

That giant bloodsucking leech had emerged with them.

“Ahhh!!!” Ragnar turned toward the screaming.

The creature—well over a hundred meters long and several dozen meters wide—was writhing through the slums, devouring people in a frenzy.

“Hahaha!

At last… resurrected!

Waiting all these years was worth it!” A man with unnaturally pale skin and a black suit appeared beside Ragnar.

He looked human at first glance.

Only at first glance.

“…Hm?

A jujutsu sorcerer?” The man’s lips curved.

“So it was you.

Then I suppose I should thank you for what you’ve done.” He gave Ragnar a slight bow.

Then he smiled.

“In that case, please become nourishment for my blood feast.

First, allow me to—” Squelch.

Before he could finish speaking, a golden Noble Phantasm pierced straight through him and pinned him to the ground.

“You bastard—!” Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Several more golden Noble Phantasms instantly tore his head apart.

And yet— the man in the suit still regenerated.

Ragnar watched the sight with cold indifference.

“A vampire’s vitality really is absurd.” The man bared his teeth.

“You lowly blood-bag… how dare y—” Squelch.

Ragnar didn’t even bother looking at him anymore.

More Noble Phantasms skewered his body without pause.

“W-Wait, just wait… we can tal—” Squelch.

Ragnar clicked his tongue.

This vampire wasn’t just hard to kill.

He talked far too much.

“Your weakness is the heart, isn’t it?” The suited man froze.

Ragnar’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“…Just as I thought.” He flicked a finger.

A golden spear shot forward and pierced straight through the vampire’s heart.

In the next instant, the man turned to ash.

[Grade 2 Cursed Spirit defeated.

Cursed Energy increased by 10] Ragnar glanced at the ashes.

“A Grade 2, huh?

That explains it.” Above them, Gojo had already removed his sunglasses.

His expression had gone cold.

“I can’t let that thing keep rampaging.” He brought his hands together and murmured, “Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.

Cursed Technique Reversal: Red.” A mass of purple energy formed before him.

“Hollow Technique: Purple.” Squelch!

The giant leech’s upper half vanished instantly.

At the same time, a huge circular hole was gouged into the ground.

The moment Ragnar saw that, he activated the Gate of Babylon.

Two hundred golden ripples unfolded behind him, flooding the night with brilliant light.

Bathed in that radiance, Ragnar looked almost absurdly overbearing.

Whoosh—!!!

Noble Phantasms rained down toward the giant leech like a tidal wave of gold.

Gojo glanced sideways at Ragnar beneath that field of countless golden ripples.

“Not bad.

I figured you’d gotten a lot stronger since back then.” Naturally, Ragnar ignored him.

Below, the ordinary people on the ground stared up at the golden streaks crossing the sky.

“…Is this a miracle?” “This is wonderful… wonderful!

Divine salvation!

God has come to save us, His lost lambs!” “The golden light will purge that evil monster!” Several bald old priests were shouting while clutching Bibles to their chests.

Many of the people had already dropped to their knees in Ragnar’s direction.

They truly believed some god had descended to save them.

Ragnar noticed them too.

…No, why are you kneeling?

Run.

The giant leech was right in front of them.

Even though Ragnar’s Noble Phantasms had already blasted large portions of its body apart, it could still regenerate as long as it kept feeding on blood.

The massive leech writhed wildly, trying to lunge toward the people kneeling helplessly on the ground.

Ragnar turned sharply.

“Satoru!

Why are you out of breath after one shot?

Do it again!” Gojo’s mouth twitched.

“Can you say that in a less questionable way?” Then he raised a hand again.

“Hollow Technique: Purple.” Boom!

The giant leech was blown to pieces once more.

Chunks of pale flesh scattered in every direction like snow-white debris.

Its severed head crashed down at the edge of the slums.

There, in the darkness, several figures in black military uniforms were already waiting.

“General Dracula, this is the upper body of the special-grade cursed spirit.” One of the uniformed men cut open the leech’s head.

Inside it was the upper half of a special-grade cursed spirit.

“Excellent.” The man called Dracula stood with a composed expression.

“Our country must obtain the power of a special-grade cursed spirit.” Strapped across his back was the special-grade cursed tool— the Inverted Spear of Heaven.

“Take it back to the cursed spirit base.

I need that power under control.” “Understood.” After giving the order, he glanced once toward Gojo Satoru and Ragnar Kagenou.

Then Gojo’s expression shifted, as if he had sensed the gaze.

He turned and looked directly toward Dracula.

“This uniform… a Romanian general?” Then his eyes narrowed.

“…And that’s the Inverted Spear of Heaven.” The moment Dracula realized he had been noticed, he vanished from Gojo’s sight.

Gojo clicked his tongue.

“He disappeared…” His expression darkened slightly.

“So curse users have already infiltrated the country that deeply?” This mission was turning into far more trouble than expected.

After that, Gojo came over to Ragnar.

Ragnar looked at him.

“What’s with that face?” Gojo folded his hands behind his head.

“The good news is, we found the Inverted Spear of Heaven.” Ragnar nodded once.

“Then we’ll be able to go home soon.” Then he paused.

“…Wait.

There’s bad news too, isn’t there?” Gojo sighed.

“The one carrying the Inverted Spear of Heaven is one of this country’s high-ranking generals.

If we handle this badly, it turns into an international incident.” Ragnar’s expression flattened.

“I knew it wouldn’t be that simple.” “So what now?” he asked.

“Do we just hand it over and walk away?” Gojo shook his head.

“No.

I can sense a curse on him.

There’s a very high chance he’s a curse user.” As they spoke, the two of them changed their appearance and slipped out of the slums.

Because if they got caught by the Romanian military here, deportation would be the least of their problems.

Two jujutsu sorcerers with overwhelming destructive power appearing in another country without warning— if handled poorly, it could be treated as an act of war.

As they moved, Ragnar suddenly recalled something.

“By the way… there was someone inside the head of that giant leech, wasn’t there?” Gojo nodded.

“The soldiers in black took it away earlier.” Then he added, “Judging from the cursed energy, it was a weakened special-grade cursed spirit.” Ragnar stopped cold.

“…What?” His eyes lit up at once.

“A special grade cursed spirit?!” Then his whole mood changed instantly.

“Holy Shit, Satoru!

Let’s track them down right now!” Gojo stared at him.

“Why are you suddenly so excited?” How could Ragnar not be excited?

A special grade.

A genuine special grade.

That was a ridiculously rare catch.

It was worth 1,000 points of cursed energy.

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