Chapter 1241
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Chapter 1241 The Hero King and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven
Gilgamesh swept his gaze across everyone, remaining silent for a moment:
“This king gave you a chance, since you refuse to leave, so be it…
Now that the treasury is damaged, you cannot stay here anymore. Before this king rebuilds Uruk, you will take shelter in this [Nahai Box]. At most one year, and this king will bring you out.”
Gilgamesh opened the stone box, and a beam of rainbow light enveloped all the survivors of Uruk City, drawing them inside.
He closed the stone box and placed it in his bosom.
Lin Qiye stood nearby, silently watching this process.
“Are you really sure about this?” Lin Qiye sighed, “Since one of the side effects of [Star Coin] is forgetting, when it returns to rotating clockwise, you will completely forget your past self…”
“If I forget, then I forget,” Gilgamesh calmly replied,
“The so-called King of Heroes disappeared when Uruk was destroyed, the glory of the past is ultimately just history… This king only needs to remember that this king is the ruler of Uruk.
Sometimes, forgetting is also a new beginning.”
He glanced at the [Star Coin] in the ruins, its rotation gradually slowing, and casually picked up a nearby red longsword artifact, walking toward the sky.
Purple divine power surged around him like an ocean, parting to both sides with his steps. Beneath his gray-gold royal robe, the sword’s edge flickered with a cold, grim light.
He raised his head to look at the divine battlefield in the sky, softly murmuring:
“Sun Wukong… This king has arrived.”
Gilgamesh took a step forward, the purple divine power around him suddenly twisted, and his figure instantly appeared beside Sun Wukong, who was manifesting his divine form!
Sun Wukong glanced at him, then returned his gaze to the battlefield before him, saying indifferently: “You’re late, I’ve already killed one.”
The goddess of love and war, Inanna, who had been severely wounded by Sun Wukong at the beginning, was now smashed to the ground, bloodied and mangled, her eyes unfocused, lifeless. Only the displeased fire god Bilgir and the moon god Nanna remained standing nearby.
Gilgamesh said nothing, he simply gripped the longsword in his hand, his gaze toward the moon god Nanna flashing with cold killing intent!
“Then let’s see who kills faster.”
Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow, “The fire god is mine, the moon god is yours.”
“Good.”
The moment Gilgamesh’s words fell, two surges of divine power swept out!
A gray-gold royal robe, a gold-red battle robe, like two swords carrying endless killing intent, aimed straight at the throats of the two Sumerian deities!
The earth shook and the heavens trembled!
…
The King’s Treasury, on the other side of the desert.
Misty fog poured down from the sky, and a bloody figure was writhing like a maggot in the desert.
No. 22 gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on the gap in the treasury above, a flame of hope burning fiercely in his heart!
Originally, he had been worried about how to escape from the treasury if the three gods truly controlled this place, but unexpectedly, the treasury itself had cracked open, and the gap was right above him.
Heaven truly doesn’t want me dead!
No. 22 moved forward a bit, when suddenly a chill ran down his neck, and an ominous feeling rose in his heart.
Without thinking, he quickly rolled sideways in the sand. The next moment, a black hammer wreathed in electric light smashed directly into the sand from high above!
The dancing electric arcs brushed past No. 22’s cheek. If his movement had been half a second slower, he would have been smashed to a bloody pulp by the hammer. He crawled in the desert, his heart pounding wildly.
A divine artifact?
How could a divine artifact fall from the sky?
No. 22 looked up in confusion, his eyes narrowing.
In the sky above, countless divine artifacts were falling like raindrops, and one cluster was heading directly toward his surroundings!
No. 22 painfully twisted his body to avoid these falling artifacts. Craters were punched into the sand by the artifacts, and flying sand obscured almost the entire sky.
After several tens of seconds, all the artifacts had fallen, and No. 22 barely managed to raise his head from the dune.
“This is…” No. 22 muttered, looking at the divine artifacts scattered around him.
He crawled out of the dune like a madman, reached for an ancient-looking milky-white heart-protecting amulet, and wore it around his neck. A gentle halo spread from the amulet, gradually repairing his severely injured body.
“Divine artifacts, all divine artifacts!” No. 22’s face showed wild joy.
He grabbed a silver lock with his left hand and the King’s [Sword] stuck in a rock crevice with his right. Just as he was about to look for something else, his gaze suddenly fell on the [Scepter] nearby, two-thirds buried in a sand dune.
Without a word, No. 22 staggered a few steps and struggled to pull the [Scepter] from the sand.
Due to his severe injuries, his legs were unsteady. He stumbled and slid down the dune, rolling like a sandbag for dozens of meters. Even with one hand broken, he still used his elbow to clutch the [Scepter] tightly to his chest, as if it were his life.
Finally, his battered body slowly stopped rolling in the desert.
No. 22 looked down at the golden [Scepter] and the [Sword] in his arms, a smile appearing on his face. The smile grew wider and wider until finally, he simply fell back on the sand and laughed like a madman.
After laughing for a full minute, as if tired from laughing, he shakily stood up from the sand.
He held the [Scepter] with one arm, used the silver lock to secure the [Sword] on his back, and scanned the other divine artifacts nearby, greed appearing in his eyes.
But soon, he shook his head, and the greed was suppressed by rationality.
In his current state, he couldn’t carry so many artifacts. Dragging them along would only be a burden in his escape.
He took a deep breath, shifted his gaze away from the artifacts on the ground, and used the [Scepter] as a crutch to support his body, moving step by step toward the gap in the sky.
…
Meanwhile.
In the mist.
In the endless silence, two deities stood on the clouds, looking down at the moving king turtle below, their brows furrowing deeper.
“How long has it been since they went in?” No. 04 asked.
“It’s been over three days, and still no sign of them coming out,” No. 03 shook his head. “The mark should have been triggered. It seems they failed after all.”
“What do we do next?”
“This King’s Treasury is more troublesome than we imagined… However, we’ve worked hard to find it, we can’t just give up.” No. 03 pondered for a moment. “Let’s find an opportunity to gather another batch of agents to try again.”
Just as they were about to leave, a muffled boom suddenly came from the turtle’s shell!
“Hmm?”
No. 03 immediately stopped.
“What was that sound?” No. 04 looked at the turtle’s shell in confusion.
“Is it the King’s Treasury?” Joy appeared in No. 03’s eyes. “Could they have succeeded?”
The turtle’s shell contained the King’s Treasury. Since there was a disturbance from there, it naturally meant something had happened in the King’s Treasury!
But… three days had passed, those agents should all be dead by now.
