Chapter 1187
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Chapter 1187 King’s Treasury
As Jinian said, the effective information that can be obtained from these archives is very limited, with even less related to Gilgamesh.
According to the archives, Gilgamesh possessed god-level combat power before ascending to the throne as the fifth king of Uruk, and had cultivated his own embryonic law.
After ascending to the throne, this embryonic law was quickly perfected by Gilgamesh, and combined with the two-thirds divine bloodline flowing in his body, he officially entered the ranks of the main gods. The only regret was that he still had one-third human bloodline, which determined his lifespan, allowing him to live only about a hundred years like ordinary people.
Similarly creating laws and ascending to godhood as a human, Gilgamesh and Zhou Ping had fundamental differences.
The reason Gilgamesh could create laws and embody them in his physical form, ultimately entering the divine realm, was not only due to his extraordinary talent, but most importantly, the two-thirds divine blood flowing in his body.
Strictly speaking, he was not a pure human, but a special existence between humans and gods.
Zhou Ping, on the other hand, was a complete human.
If not for Ye Fan using the [Destiny Pearl], which contained the power of [Destiny Buddha], to forcibly recall his soul after his death, and using the [Dragon Elephant Sword] as a carrier, infused with national fortune to rebuild a divine body, Zhou Ping could not have become the Great Xia Sword Immortal.
The current Zhou Ping is also not human; his physical body is no longer mortal flesh, but the [Dragon Elephant Sword] that carries the law of the sword.
After becoming a god, Gilgamesh, with his special law, became a super-powerful existence capable of suppressing most main gods of divine countries with his demigod body. Later, he used national power to extensively search for divine artifacts and treasures in the mortal world, forging a King’s Treasury.
What exactly was in the King’s Treasury is not detailed in the archives, but it can be certain that it contained more than one top-tier divine artifact.
With his own strength and this terrifying King’s Treasury, in that ancient history, Gilgamesh became a legend whose battle power infinitely approached that of the supreme gods, leading all of Uruk to share in worldwide glory.
After Gilgamesh’s lifespan was exhausted and he died in the royal palace, the King’s Treasury containing numerous divine artifacts also disappeared without a trace.
The archives also mentioned that when the Shangxie Society’s exploration team searched the Uruk royal tomb, they did not find Gilgamesh’s corpse. Based on clues, it was deduced that countless ages ago, beings suspected to be Sumerian deities descended to the mortal world and stole his body.
Could it be that behind Gilgamesh’s loss of control, Sumerian pantheon deities were causing trouble?
But hadn’t they declined and disappeared long ago?
Lin Qiye walked on the streets of [Utopia], lowering his head in thought.
It was now late at night, and the devices simulating sunlight on the dome had dimmed, turning to clear moonlight.
The flickering neon lights illuminated the core areas of the five city districts in a dazzling and enchanting way. If not for the pixel-style buildings around, Lin Qiye would have almost thought he had returned to the red-light district within Japan’s “human circle.”
“Lin Qiye?”
A voice came from the other side of the street.
Lin Qiye turned to look, saw the familiar figure, and was slightly stunned.
“Ninth Seat?”
The figure walked up to Lin Qiye and said with a smile, shaking his head: “I’m no longer the Ninth Seat… I’m a member of the Shangxie Society, just call me He Lin.”
The newcomer was none other than the [Believer] Ninth Seat from over two years ago, who had crossed paths with Lin Qiye and others several times. He was the Shangxie Society’s ace undercover agent who, together with Shen Qingzhu, killed Whisper and personally destroyed the entire [Believer] organization.
After destroying the [Believers] that year, the Ninth Seat He Lin was sent to the hospital for recovery. Unexpectedly, after discharge, he returned to the Shangxie Society.
“You came to visit [Utopia]?” He Lin looked around and asked curiously, “Why are you alone? Where are your brothers?”
“They… all have their own things to do, I’m just wandering around.” Lin Qiye smiled.
He Lin nodded, “I’m familiar with this place. Do you have time? Let’s have a drink together?”
Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
It was too late now to go directly to find Jinian, as it would be inappropriate, considering he had already visited late at night a few days ago. It would be somewhat impolite for a single man and woman to repeatedly have late-night intimate conversations.
Besides, at this hour, she should still be studying seriously.
Lin Qiye followed He Lin into a bustling, prosperous neon-lit street, filled with bars, nightclubs, and barbecue places. Lin Qiye even saw a newly opened host club in the central area.
“How about this one? This should be the liveliest nightspot in all of [Utopia]. If you prefer something quieter, we can go to the izakaya next door.”
He Lin pointed to a European-style bar in front of them.
“This is fine,” Lin Qiye nodded.
He Lin seemed to be a regular customer here. After a white female server greeted them, she directly led them to a private room on the second floor, brought a few bottles of whiskey, and respectfully withdrew.
The two sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the noisy and lively dance floor below, raising their glasses for a light toast.
“By the way, did Shen Qingzhu come? How has he been doing since leaving the [Believers]?” He Lin asked, as if suddenly remembering something.
“He’s doing alright, though he’s run into some issues recently,” Lin Qiye answered vaguely.
He Lin raised an eyebrow and sighed, “That’s a pity, I was hoping to have another drink with him…”
“There will be opportunities.”
The two drank and chatted about their experiences over the years. Since the collapse of the [Believers], He Lin had returned to [Utopia] with Jinian after the Egyptian gods’ invasion incident two years ago, and had been carrying out secret missions for the Shangxie Society in the mist, experiencing a rather bumpy journey.
As the two were chatting, in the noisy dance floor, a black female DJ with dreadlocks seemed to receive some information, raised her hands high, and shouted excitedly:
“All expenses tonight will be covered by the customers at table A1!! Shall we raise our glasses and cheer for the two customers at table A1?!”
The excited crowd on the dance floor immediately erupted. Everyone turned to look at a certain private room, where two masked figures were standing by the glass window, raising their glasses to the crowd on the dance floor.
Inside the private room, more than a dozen beautiful women were already gathered around them, laughing and playing, creating a lively atmosphere.
Seeing those two familiar masks of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched slightly.
“Hmm, those two people… they seem somewhat familiar?” He Lin stared at the two people in private room A1, puzzled.
As if sensing He Lin’s gaze, the two masked men turned their heads simultaneously, looking toward this private room.
Their bodies froze at the same time!
“Do you know them?” He Lin asked in surprise, noticing they were looking at Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye held his wine glass and quietly sat back on the sofa:
“No, I don’t know them.”
