Chapter 1241 The King Of Heroes And The Monkey King
Gilgamesh glanced at the crowd and was silent for a moment:
"This king gave you a chance, since you don't want to leave, then it's up to you...
Now that the treasury is damaged, you can’t stay here anymore. Before I rebuild Uruk, you will live in this [Nahai Box] for at most one year, and I will pick you up. "
Gilgamesh opens the stone box, and a rainbow light envelops all the survivors of the city, engulfing them.
He closed the stone box and put it in his arms.
Lin Qiye stood aside, silently watching the process.
"Have you really thought about it?" Lin Qiye sighed, "Since one of the side effects of [Star Coins] is forgetting, then when it turns clockwise again, you will completely forget your past self..."
"Forget it, just forget it." Gilgamesh said calmly,
"The so-called King of Heroes had already disappeared when Uruk was destroyed, and the glory of the past is just history after all... I just need to remember that this king is the king of Uruk.
Sometimes, forgetting is also a new beginning. "
He glanced at the [Star Coin] that was gradually slowing down in the ruins, picked up a red long sword artifact nearby, and walked towards the sky.
The purple divine power surged around him like an ocean. Following his footsteps, he moved slowly to the sides. Under the gray-gold royal robe, the edge of the sword shone with a cold light.
He looked up at the battlefield of the 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 turned around, and his figure instantly came to the side of Monkey King who was casting the magic form!
Sun Wukong turned his head and glanced at him, retracted his gaze, looked at the battlefield in front of him again, and said calmly: "You are late, I have already killed one."
I saw that Inanna, the goddess of love and war who was seriously injured by Monkey King at the beginning, was smashed to the ground with blood and flesh, her eyes were blurred, and she lost her breath. Standing not far away.
Gilgamesh didn't speak, he just silently clenched the long sword in his hand, looking at the moon god Nanna, a cold murderous intent flickered in his eyes!
"Then compare and see who kills faster."
Sun Wukong frowned, "The fire god belongs to me, and the moon god belongs to you."
"it is good."
The moment Gilgamesh's voice fell, two waves of divine power surged out!
Wearing a gray-gold royal robe and a golden-red battle robe, like two scrolls carrying endless murderous swords, pointing directly at the throats of the two Sumerian gods!
Earthquake!
...
King's Treasury, on the other side of the desert.
A misty mist poured down from the sky, and a figure covered in blood writhed in the desert like maggots.
No. 22 clenched her teeth, her eyes fixed on the gap in the treasure house above her head, a ray of hope burning in her heart!
Originally, he was still worried that if the three gods really controlled this place, how would he escape from this treasure house, but he didn't expect that the treasure house had a gap in itself, and it happened to be right on top of his head.
God will not kill me!
No. 22 moved forward for a while, and suddenly the back of his neck felt cold, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
He didn't even think about it, and quickly rolled over in the sand, and the next moment, a black hammer surrounded by electric light fell directly into the sand from a high altitude!
The jumping electric arc brushed against No. 22's cheeks. If his movements were delayed by half a minute, he would have been smashed to death by the hammer by now. He was prostrate in the desert, his heart beating wildly.
Artifact?
How did the artifact fall from the sky?
No. 22 looked up puzzled, his eyes narrowed.
On the sky, densely packed artifacts were falling like raindrops, and one of them fell in the direction that happened to be around him!
No. 22 struggled to twist his body to avoid these falling artifacts, one after another bunkers were smashed out by the artifacts, and the sky was filled with yellow sand, almost covering the entire sky.
Tens of seconds later, these artifacts had all 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 crawled out of the sand dunes like crazy, reached out and grabbed an ancient milky white amulet, and put it on his neck. The gentle halo swayed from the amulet, repairing his seriously injured body bit by bit. .
"Sacred artifacts, they are all divine artifacts!" No. 22 showed ecstasy.
He picked up a silver lock with his left hand, and grabbed the "sword" of the king stuck in the crevice of the stone with his right hand. Just as he was about to look for something more, his eyes suddenly fell on the "sword" not far away, two thirds of which were stuck in the sand dunes. Scepter] body.
Without saying a word, No. 22 ran two steps staggeringly, struggling to grab the [scepter] from the sand.
Due to his serious injuries and unstable legs, he staggered down the sand dune and rolled for tens of meters like a sandbag. Even though one of his hands had been broken, he still held the [scepter] firmly in his arms with his elbows. As if that was his life.
Finally, with his body covered in bruises, he slowly stopped his rolling figure 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 opened wider and wider. In the end, he simply fell down in the sand and laughed wildly like a madman.
After laughing for a full minute, he seemed to be tired from laughing, and stood up from the sand unsteadily.
He hugged the [scepter] with one hand, carried the [sword] behind his back with a silver lock, and glanced at other artifacts not far away, with greed in his eyes.
But soon, he shook his head, and this greed was suppressed by his rationality.
Based on his current state, he couldn't take away so many artifacts. If he dragged them away, it would only become a burden for him to escape.
He took a deep breath, looked away from the artifacts all over the floor, used the [scepter] as a crutch, supported his body, and walked towards the gap in the sky little by little.
...
at the same time.
fog.
In the endless silence, the two gods stood on the clouds, looking down at the constantly moving king tortoise below, their brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
"How long has it been since they went in?" No. 04 asked.
"It's been more than three days, and there is still no sign of it coming out." No. 03 shook his head, "The imprint should have been triggered. It seems that they still failed."
"What next?"
"This king's treasure house is more difficult than we imagined... However, we found it with great difficulty, and we can't just give up." No. 03 pondered for a moment, "Gather a group of agents to come in and try if we find a chance. .”
Just as the two were about to leave, a dull and loud noise suddenly came from the king tortoise's shell!
"Um?"
No. 03 stopped immediately.
"What sound?" No. 04 looked at the king turtle's shell in confusion.
"Is it the king's treasure house?" Joy appeared in No. 03's eyes, "Could it be that they succeeded?"
The tortoise's shell contained the king's treasury. Since there was a change there, of course it meant that something happened to the king's treasury!
But... three days have passed, those agents should all be dead.
