Chapter 1241 The King of Heroes and the Monkey King
Gilgamesh glanced at everyone and was silent for a moment:
"This king has given you a chance. Since you don't want to leave, then it's up to you...
Now that the treasure house is damaged, you can no longer stay here. Before I rebuild Uruk, you will first live in this [Nahai Box]. It will take at most one year before I take you out."
Gilgamesh opened the stone box, and a rainbow light enveloped all the survivors of Uucheng, drawing them into it.
He closed the stone box and put it in his arms.
Lin Qiye stood aside and watched the process silently.
"Have you really thought about it?" Lin Qiye sighed, "Since one of the side effects of [Star Coin] is forgetfulness, then when it returns to turning clockwise, you will completely forget your past self..."
"Forget it, just forget it." Gilgamesh said calmly,
"The so-called King of Heroes disappeared long ago when Uruk was destroyed. The glory of the past is just history after all... I just need to remember that I am the king of Uruk.
Sometimes, forgetting is also a new beginning."
He glanced at the [Star Coins] that were rotating slowly in the ruins, picked up a nearby red long sword artifact, and walked towards the sky.
Purple divine power surged around him like an ocean. Following his footsteps, he slowly moved to both sides. Under the gray gold king's robe, the blade of the sword shone with a cold light.
He looked up at the battlefield of gods in the sky and whispered softly:
"Sun Wukong...this king is here."
Gilgamesh took a step forward, and the purple divine power around him suddenly twisted, and his figure instantly came to the side of Sun Wukong who was performing his magic!
Sun Wukong turned his head and glanced at him, withdrew his gaze, looked at the battlefield in front of him again, and said calmly: "You are late, I have already killed one."
I saw Inanna, the goddess of love and war who was seriously injured by Sun Wukong at the beginning, and was smashed to the ground in a bloody state. Her eyes were blurred and she lost her breath. Only the ugly-looking Fire God Bigir and the Moon God Nanna were left.
is standing not far away.
Gilgamesh didn't speak, he just silently clenched the sword in his hand and looked at the Moon God Nanna, with cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes!
"Then let's compete to see who can kill faster."
Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows and said, "The God of Fire belongs to me, and the God of Moon belongs to you."
"good."
The moment Gilgamesh finished speaking, two rays of divine power rolled out!
Wearing a gray-gold royal robe and a golden-red war robe, they looked like two curled swords carrying endless murderous intent, pointing directly at the throats of the two Sumerian gods!
The earth shook and the sky shook!
…
The King's Treasure House, on the other side of the desert.
Misty fog poured down from the sky, and a figure covered in blood was writhing in the desert like a maggot.
No. 22 gritted his teeth and stared at the gap in the treasure house above his head, with a ray of hope burning in his heart!
Originally, he was still worried about how he would escape from this treasure house if the three gods really controlled this place, but he didn't expect that the treasure house had a gap in it, right above his head.
God will not kill me!
No. 22 moved forward for a while, and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.
Without thinking, he quickly rolled out of the sand. The next moment, a black hammer filled with electric light crashed straight into the sand from high altitude!
The pulsing electric arc scratched No. 22's cheek. If his movements had been a little later, he would have been beaten to pieces by the hammer. He was lying in the desert, his heart beating wildly.
Artifact?
How could the artifact fall from the sky?
No. 22 looked up in confusion, his eyes narrowed.
From the sky, densely packed artifacts were falling like raindrops, and one of them was falling in the direction that happened to be around him!
No. 22 struggled to twist his body to avoid these falling artifacts. Sand traps were smashed out by the artifacts, and yellow sand flew all over the sky, almost covering the entire sky.
Tens of seconds later, all these artifacts had fallen, and No. 22 barely raised his head from the sand dune.
"This is..." No. 22 muttered to himself when he saw the artifacts scattered around him.
He climbed out of the sand dune like crazy, reached out and grabbed an ancient milky white heart amulet, and put it on his neck. A gentle halo swayed from the heart amulet, repairing his seriously injured body bit by bit.
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"Artifacts, they are all artifacts!" No. 22 looked ecstatic.
He picked up a silver lock with his left hand, and grabbed the King's [Sword] stuck in a crack in the stone with his right hand. Just as he was about to look for something else, his eyes suddenly fell on the [Sword] not far away, two-thirds of which was stuck in the sand dunes.
Scepter] on the body.
No. 22 said nothing, ran staggeringly for two steps, and struggled to grab the [scepter] from the sand.
Because his legs were seriously injured and unstable, he stumbled down the sand dune and rolled dozens of meters like a sandbag. Even though one hand was broken, he still held the [Scepter] firmly in his arms with his elbows.
As if that was his life.
Finally, covered with bruises, he slowly stopped rolling in the desert.
No. 22 lowered his head and looked at the golden [scepter] and [sword] in his arms. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his mouth smiled wider and wider. In the end, he simply fell down in the sand and laughed like a madman.
After laughing for a full minute, he seemed to be tired of laughing and stood up unsteadily from the sand.
He hugged the [Scepter] with one hand and carried the [Sword] behind his back with a silver lock. He glanced at the other artifacts not far away, with greed in his eyes.
But soon, he shook his head, and his greed was suppressed by his reason.
In his current state, he simply cannot take away so many artifacts. If he drags them away, it will only become a burden for him to escape.
He took a deep breath, looked away from the artifacts on the ground, used the [Scepter] as a crutch, supported his body, and walked little by little towards the gap in the sky.
…
at the same time.
Mist.
In the endless silence, the two gods stood in the clouds, looking down at the moving king turtle below, their brows frowning more and more.
"How long has it been since they entered?" No. 04 asked.
"It has been more than three days, and there is still no sign of coming out." No. 03 shook his head, "The mark should have been triggered. It seems that they still failed."
"What's next?"
"This king's treasure house is more difficult than we imagined... However, we found it with great difficulty, so we can't just give up." No. 03 pondered for a moment, "Let's find an opportunity to gather a group of agents and try it out.
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The two were about to leave when a loud and dull sound suddenly came from the king turtle's shell!
"Um?"
No. 03 immediately stopped.
"What's the sound?" No. 04 looked at the king turtle's shell in confusion.
"Is it the King's Treasure House?" No. 03's eyes showed joy, "Did they succeed?"
The king turtle's shell contains the king's treasure house. Since there is a strange movement there, it certainly means that something has happened to the king's treasure house!
But...three days have passed, and those agents should all be dead.