Chapter 1234 Silent Stubbornness
As the Dao God Market covered every corner of the king's treasure house, the ground under everyone's feet suddenly trembled violently!
The puppet hero king in the sky held the [scepter] in one hand and held it in the air with the other, as if grasping some kind of invisible authority, and suddenly clenched it tightly!
boom--! !
The sound of explosions exploded from the air.
Lin Qiye only felt a shock in his chest, a box suddenly broke his collar, and flew towards the puppet hero king in the air.
"Crystal ball?" Lin Qiye tried to reach out and grab the box, but it was so fast that it fell out of his hand in an instant.
This box contained the crystal ball, an artifact given to him by the old city lord of Wucheng not long ago. At this moment, following the movements of the puppet hero king, it seemed to have received some kind of guidance, and it burst out of the air.
It's not just this crystal ball, streams of light rise up from the ruins of Wucheng and the desert one after another, and soar into the sky!
"Is it [Thunder Hammer]? I saw [Thunder Hammer]!"
"My bracelet!"
"Grandma Feng's bell also flew away!"
"The artifacts...the artifacts have all flown away! What's going on?!"
"..."
The survivors standing on the wall exclaimed.
The artifacts that have been guarded and maintained by the residents of Wucheng for generations flew into the sky one after another from the ruins. In the desert with rolling yellow sand, there were also a large number of black spots approaching rapidly. Lin Qiye squinted his eyes and even saw the Dionysus Pot with wings. The boots, as well as the spear and the silver bird.
All the artifacts stored in the king's treasury are actively flying to the puppet hero king in the air.
Under the control of the moon god Nanna, the puppet hero king activated the "King" law and awakened the "King's Treasure House" that had been dormant for thousands of years!
Many artifacts flew up to the clouds, hanging behind the puppet hero king, and gradually intertwined into a wall of dazzling artifacts. The brilliance of the gods illuminated the dark sky brilliantly.
At the same time, everyone felt their bodies sank, and the black city wall under their feet also rose from the ground, carrying their bodies and flying towards the clouds.
The survivors, who lost their center of gravity, fell down the city wall one after another amidst screams of panic, falling from a high altitude.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye jumped down from the city wall and read aloud:
"The roc rises with the same wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 li!"
The howling whirlwind lifted everyone's bodies and put them firmly on the ground. The residents' faces turned pale after being frightened, only then did they realize that there was a stranger hiding near them.
Lin Qiye didn't have time to say anything to these residents, his face was frozen.
He grasped the palm of the king's [star coin] suddenly with force, imprisoning it tightly in his palm, but the terrifying power from the [star coin] almost flew him into the sky!
The "Absolute Surrender" attribute of [King's Treasure] can forcibly control all the artifacts contained inside...even the other four artifacts that are also of the "highest" level are no exception.
No, if this continues, I will fall into the hands of the Puppet Hero King!
A flash of light flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes, and after a while, he voluntarily let go of the [Star Coin] in his hand.
[Star coin] turned into a stream of light, cut through the sky, and fell back to the puppet hero king, together with [sword], [holy grail] and [scepter], surrounded him like stars holding the moon.
Without the protection of the city wall, the figures of the survivors and Lin Qiye were completely exposed in the ruins.
The three gods in the sky looked down at them,
Nanna said lightly:
"And the fish that slipped through the net... all as sacrifices, and dedicated to the 【Holy Grail】."
Inanna, the Goddess of Love and War, nodded, and with a flick of her figure, she flew over the ruins of Wucheng.
She looked down at the dozen or so figures at her feet indifferently, stepped forward in the air, and slowly raised the spear in her hand...
"The great God of love and beauty!" Among the terrified survivors, a woman hastily pushed aside the crowd, looked up at the figure, and said almost pleadingly:
"Let us go...you have already killed so many people, isn't that enough?! Please, for my king's sake, let us go..."
"My king?" Inanna said with some amusement, "You mean Gilgamesh? You don't think we are really his gods until now, do you?
As for... letting you go?
Even your king has become a lackey at our mercy, you mortals... what are you?
Uruk, which lost Gilgamesh, is just a bunch of rabble. It is an honor for you mortals to be sacrificed to restore the glory of Sumer! "
Inanna's voice was like thunder, rumbling in the ears of many Wucheng residents. She raised her spear, and poured down the mighty power!
These ordinary people, under the pressure of the Lord God, have no room to resist at all. They just feel that mountains are suddenly pressing on their shoulders, and they are forced to the ground.
They were forced to kneel on the ruins, bean-sized beads of sweat slid down their cheeks, and their eyes were full of fear and despair.
Tali's forehead was firmly pressed against the sharp corners of the uneven and broken stone slabs. The sharp stone points pierced the skin, and blood flowed down the forehead, staining the ground under her feet red.
She clenched her teeth tightly and tried to stand up with all her strength, but her body seemed to be filled with lead, motionless... She whimpered, tears mixed with blood, penetrated the broken stone slab, and flowed towards the gap below.
She didn't understand, what did they do wrong?
They just lived in this black city for generations according to the instructions of their ancestors, maintaining and maintaining these artifacts... They didn't provoke anyone, but disasters followed one after another.
The father died, the city lord and other Uncles also died, the invaders coveted their artifacts, the three gods they had always believed in used them as sacrifices, the hero king who had sworn to protect them for generations was made a puppet, even generations The guardian artifacts have all fallen into the hands of the gods.
In the face of disaster, they are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and anyone seems to be able to easily slaughter their lives.
No one is on their side.
Tali's tears of grievance kept pouring out, and she slowly closed her eyes, preparing to face her own death.
At this moment, out of the corner of her eye, she saw beside her, a charred stamp that had been burned by the flames lying quietly among the ruins.
It was a cuneiform... a cuneiform of Uruk.
Every household in Wucheng hangs this wedge badge.
This is a symbol as well as inheritance. Their ancestors handed down this wedge badge to let future generations remember that they are the descendants of the Uruk kingdom, and the blood of Uruk flows on their bodies!
Uruk will always be the city of Uruk.
Seeing everyone kneeling in front of her like ants, the corners of Inanna's mouth rose slightly:
"That's right... Kneeling your hero king is worse than kneeling me."
Hearing these words, Tali, who was staring blankly at Wedge, felt her heart tremble.
Her almost exhausted body began to tremble uncontrollably, an unprecedented belief welled up in her heart, and amazing perseverance burst out in her eyes.
She lay on the ground with all her strength, like a tortoise, turned over with difficulty on the ground, and her kneeling body turned upside down.
She stretched out a hand and firmly grasped the wedge next to her. Her stubborn eyes stared at Inanna above, and a smile appeared on the corner of her pale mouth.
She didn't speak, but her eyes seemed to say:
Look, I didn't kneel you down!
I know I'm going to die, I know I can't fight you, but so what?
Even if I roll on the ground... I will definitely not kneel to you!
Seeing Tali's movements from the corner of the eye, those old people who were also kneeling on the ground began to follow suit slowly.
Their crooked bodies rolled in an ugly half circle on the ground, like dead fish turned over, facing Inanna in the sky.
This is a kind of silent stubbornness, and also a kind of silent persistence.
Under the surging divine power, in the lonely city of death,
A group of abandoned people, pitiful and ridiculous, are guarding the last torch of Uruk.
