Chapter 1234
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Chapter 1234 Silent Stubbornness
As that divine void covered every corner of the King’s Treasury, the ground beneath everyone’s feet suddenly began to shake violently!
In the sky, the Puppet Hero King held the [Scepter] in one hand, while his other hand grasped at something invisible in the air, as if seizing some unseen authority, and suddenly clenched it tight!
Boom——!!
An explosive roar erupted in the sky.
Lin Qiye felt a jolt in his chest as a box suddenly broke through his collar and flew rapidly toward the Puppet Hero King in the sky.
“The crystal ball?” Lin Qiye tried to grab the box, but it moved too fast, instantly slipping from his grasp.
This box contained the divine artifact crystal ball that the old city lord of Wu City had given him not long ago. Now, following the Puppet Hero King’s movements, it seemed to receive some kind of guidance and shot through the air.
Not just this crystal ball, but one stream of light after another rose from the ruins of Wu City and the desert, soaring into the sky!
“It’s the [Thunder-Suppressing Hammer]! I saw the [Thunder-Suppressing Hammer]!”
“My bracelet!”
“Wind Granny’s bell flew away too!”
“The divine artifacts… all the divine artifacts are flying away! What’s happening?!”
“…”
The survivors standing on the city wall cried out in shock.
The divine artifacts that the residents of Wu City had guarded and maintained for generations flew up from the ruins one after another. From the rolling sands of the desert, numerous black dots rapidly approached. Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes and could even see the Wine God’s Pot, winged boots, as well as that long spear and silver bird.
All the divine artifacts stored in the King’s Treasury were actively flying toward the Puppet Hero King in the sky.
Under the control of the Moon God Nanna, the Puppet Hero King activated the [King] principle, reawakening this [King’s Treasury] that had slumbered for thousands of years!
The numerous divine artifacts flew to the clouds, hovering behind the Puppet Hero King, gradually interweaving into a dazzling wall of divine artifacts. The magnificent divine radiance illuminated the dark sky with brilliant splendor.
At the same time, everyone felt their bodies sink as the black city wall beneath their feet also rose from the ground, carrying them skyward.
The survivors, losing their balance, fell from the city wall one after another amid terrified screams, plummeting from the heights.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye actively jumped down from the wall and recited loudly:
“The great roc rises with the wind in a day, soaring straight up ninety thousand miles!”
Howling whirlwinds lifted everyone’s bodies and placed them steadily on the ground. The terrified residents, faces pale, only then discovered that a stranger had been hiding near them all along.
Lin Qiye had no time to say more to these residents before his expression suddenly tightened.
His hand gripping the King’s [Star Coin] suddenly exerted force, firmly locking it in his palm, but the terrifying power transmitted from the [Star Coin] almost carried his entire body flying into the sky!
The “absolute submission” property of the [King’s Treasury] could forcibly control all divine artifacts contained within it… even the other four “supreme” level artifacts were no exception.
This won’t work, if this continues, he’ll also fall into the Puppet Hero King’s hands!
A gleam flashed in Lin Qiye’s eyes, and after a moment, he actively released the [Star Coin] from his hand.
The [Star Coin] transformed into a stream of light, cutting through the sky, and returned to the vicinity of the Puppet Hero King, surrounding him like stars around the moon along with the [Sword], [Holy Grail], and [Scepter].
Without the protection of the city wall, the forms of the survivors and Lin Qiye were completely exposed in the ruins.
The three gods in the sky looked down at them.
Nanna spoke indifferently:
“There are still fish that slipped through the net… offer them all as sacrifices to the [Holy Grail].”
The goddess of love and war, Inanna, nodded and with a flash, appeared above the ruins of Wu City.
She coldly looked down at the dozen or so figures below her feet, stepped forward in mid-air, and slowly raised the spear in her hand…
“Great God of Love and Beauty!” Among the terrified survivors, a woman frantically pushed through the crowd, looked up at that divine figure, and said in an almost pleading voice:
“Spare us… you’ve already killed so many people, isn’t that enough?! Please, for the sake of our King, spare us…”
“Your King?” Inanna said with some amusement, “You mean Gilgamesh? You don’t still think we’re really gods under his command, do you?
As for… sparing you?
Even your king has become a puppet at our disposal, so what are you mortals… worth?
Without Gilgamesh, Uruk is nothing but a disorganized mob. Being sacrifices to restore the glory of Sumer is an honor for you mortals!”
Inanna’s voice was like thunder, rumbling in the ears of the Wu City residents. She raised her spear, and a surging divine might poured down!
These ordinary people had no means to resist under the pressure of a major deity. They felt as if mountains suddenly pressed down on their shoulders, forcibly pressing them to the ground.
They were forced to kneel in the ruins, large beads of sweat sliding down their cheeks, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Tali’s forehead was pressed hard against the sharp corner of a broken stone slab. The sharp stone pierced her skin, and blood flowed along the corner of her forehead, reddening the ground beneath her feet.
She gritted her teeth, using all her strength to try to stand up, but her body felt as if it were filled with lead, not moving an inch… She whimpered, tears mixing with blood, seeping through the broken stone slabs, flowing toward the cracks below.
She didn’t understand what they had done wrong.
They had only lived in this Wu City for generations according to their ancestors’ instructions, maintaining and caring for these divine artifacts… They had never offended anyone, yet calamities came one after another.
Her father was dead, the city lord and other uncles were also dead, invaders coveted their divine artifacts, the three gods they had always believed in treated them as sacrifices, the Hero King they had sworn for generations to protect was made into a puppet, and even the divine artifacts they had guarded for generations had fallen into the hands of the gods.
In the face of calamity, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and anyone seemed able to easily take their lives.
No one stood on their side.
Tali’s tears of grievance continued to flow as she slowly closed her eyes, preparing to meet her own death.
Just then, from the corner of her eye, she saw a fire-blackened seal lying quietly in the ruins beside her.
It was a wedge seal… the wedge seal of Uruk.
Every household in Wu City had such a seal hanging.
This was a symbol, and also a legacy. Their ancestors had passed down this kind of wedge seal to remind future generations that they were descendants of the Kingdom of Uruk, that Uruk’s blood flowed in their veins!
Wu City would forever be a city of Uruk.
Seeing everyone kneeling before her like ants, Inanna’s lips curled slightly upward:
“That’s right… better to kneel to me than to your Hero King.”
Hearing these words, Tali, who had been staring blankly at the wedge seal, felt her heart tremble.
Her nearly exhausted body began to shake uncontrollably, and an unprecedented belief surged in her heart, her eyes bursting with amazing willpower.
She lay flat on the ground, exerting force to the side, like a turtle, struggling to roll over on the ground. Her previously kneeling body actually rolled onto her back.
She stretched out a hand, firmly grasping the wedge seal beside her, those stubborn eyes fixed on Inanna above, a smile curling her pale lips.
She didn’t speak, but that gaze seemed to say:
Look, I’m not kneeling to you!
I know I will die, I know I can’t resist you, but so what?
Even if I have to roll on the ground… I absolutely will not kneel to you!
Seeing Tali’s actions from the corner of their eyes, the old people who were also kneeling on the ground began to slowly imitate her.
Their hunched bodies rolled awkwardly half a turn on the ground, like dying fish turning over, facing Inanna in the sky.
This was a silent defiance, and also a silent perseverance.
Under the surging divine might, in the desolate and lonely city,
A group of abandoned children, pitiful yet admirable, guarded the last faint embers of Uruk’s fire.
