Mo Shuying knew who the person before him was.
Gilgamesh, the oldest of kings, ruler of the Kingdom of Uruk in Mesopotamia, a man sung of as the King of Heroes—a primordial tyrant who was two-thirds divine and one-third human.
He was said to possess every treasure in the world, with the prototypes of countless Heroic Spirit Noble Phantasms all stored within his Gate of Babylon.
Clad in golden armor and with golden hair, he had been nicknamed Golden Flash by a certain twin-tailed girl. He was extremely arrogant and self-assured, but that also proved one thing: he was powerful.
"How do we destroy the shadow? Heh, the great King of Heroes sought me out just to ask that?"
Mo Shuying was not nervous either. Although the King of Heroes was strong, he no longer feared him. If they truly fought, he was confident he would not lose.
"You know me? Interesting. Since you know who I am, this will be easier. Come, let us talk somewhere quiet. If I keep releasing this peaceful silence for too long, these mortals may sleep forever."
Gilgamesh took out an ancient lantern, its faint radiance spilling out. It was what had rendered several nearby streets utterly tranquil.
Mo Shuying considered it, then nodded.
"Since the King has graciously invited me, I should naturally show the King some respect. Where are we going?"
"Just follow me."
Gilgamesh turned around, tapped off the ground, and shot away at high speed.
Mo Shuying hurried after him. He wanted to see what this oldest of kings was planning.
Before long, the two arrived in front of an abandoned high-rise.
As Gilgamesh approached, a gateway automatically opened.
Beyond it was undoubtedly Gilgamesh's domain. Mo Shuying hesitated. As the saying went, a gentleman did not stand beneath a crumbling