Rovi knew that Gilgamesh had actually been looking out for him—
Though he still could not fix that foul mouth of his, with his keen eyes, it would not have been difficult for him to see that the falling black mud was the gods' curse. Once tainted by it, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He had acted according to his own will to save Rovi.
No matter what, he was the true King of Uruk, the sole owner of all things under heaven and earth.
If he could not even protect his own subject, how could a king call himself a king?
But at this moment, Rovi could not help but curse aloud.
Because that kind of "kindness" was no kindness to him!
Ultimately, the reason Rovi had provoked the gods and opposed them to this extent was certainly because he disliked how they arranged the fates of people like him. But more than that, it was for this very moment—for the curse that could leave him without even a place to die!
But he had just gone through a great battle. After using Enuma Elish, the power within him was depleted. There was no way he could catch up to Gilgamesh, who rode the Star Vessel and moved faster than lightning.
He could only watch helplessly as Gilgamesh approached the slowly descending black mud.
Watch him reach for it...
"As if!" Before the royal palace hall, Rovi raised both hands and spread them apart as his robes billowed.
Then Gilgamesh, smugly flying upward toward the black mud formed from the gods' curse, crashed headfirst into rippling golden light.
He passed directly through it—
The gate opened, and he vanished.
"Hahahaha... Go right into the entrance of your treasury, then!" Rovi laughed loudly.
He truly could not fight.
But he