It was only after she stopped making any sound that the Hero King's gaze shifted away.
Once his gaze moved away, Goll finally relaxed her tense body and collapsed to the ground, her legs weak.
I-I almost pissed myself.
Look at Sister Brunhilde—she was still standing there calmly, utterly unmoved.
As for why his attack had passed through them as though it had struck empty air, unable to affect the sisters, it was because they were not in the same time and space as him.
Perhaps it could be described like watching a holographic movie. The characters in the movie suddenly attacked you, but it was meaningless—they could not harm reality.
Of course, because this was a movie that had already been filmed and was now playing, you could not alter what happened within it either.
Therefore, they naturally could not change the established history that had already occurred. Right now, it was as if they were watching a movie about Gilgamesh.
If history could be changed, the gods of the Babylonian Pantheon would have immediately traveled through time to save the slain Main God.
But history could not be altered at will. That was a rule established by the gods.
In truth, even if history could be changed, they still would not be able to bring back a Main God who had already died.
That Main God had probably been completely killed, with even his soul shattered.
That was already an established fact of causality. Resurrection, reincarnation, time travel—none of those methods would work. He had utterly become dust in the universe.
So just how had this Hero King killed Lord Anu, the Main God of the Babylonian Pantheon?
Could Sister Brunhilde have misheard?
"Let's go, Goll."
"Ah? Go, go where?"
Goll asked softly, shrinking behind her sister.
"To the era when the Bull of Heaven was killed."
Goddess Ishtar had fallen for Gilgamesh's charm and proposed to him, only to be rejected.
Humiliated and enraged, the goddess asked her Father God Anu to send the Bull of Heaven, which brought drought, down to earth to avenge her. Yet Gilgamesh still slaughtered it.
So how exactly had he killed it?
The Bull of Heaven was not something humans could kill. No, more precisely, humans of this era could not kill it.
With weapons created through modern human technology, it should be possible to kill the Bull of Heaven.
Then Brunhilde would take a good look at this king's strength.
As for whether she believed that this king had truly killed a Main God, Brunhilde had actually found it more likely after entering Akasha's Chamber and using the system.
Normally, she would never have had the chance to access this system and casually investigate the Human History related to any pantheon.
It was because of the proposed human-versus-god battle—Ragnarok—that she had been granted permission to unlock and view all history.
So when she entered this segment of the Hero King's history, she discovered that it was locked. Even other pantheons needed the Babylonian Pantheon's approval to view it.
But now, she had directly been granted unlocked access to observe the Human History related to every pantheon, so she no longer needed authorization from the Babylonian Pantheon.
The Hero King's historical records had been deliberately locked? There was clearly some secret here.
The Goddess Ishtar Incident Triggered
Uruk was exceptionally lively today.
The residents of the entire city were in an uproar, cheering as though they were holding the greatest celebration in history.
The horns sounded, and the residents consciously cleared the main road.
Looking toward the city gates, the army was returning in triumph.
At first, they had been somewhat distrustful and uneasy. Then they became fearful, and in the end, that fear had turned directly into worship.
That man was their king—Gilgamesh.
After becoming king, he had enacted numerous measures that allowed Uruk to develop at an astonishing rate. Its agriculture in particular had rapidly made it the strongest agricultural power among all the surrounding nations.
Through commerce and trade, the nation's overall strength had also grown even greater.
Of course, reforms to the military had also led to the development of many astonishing weapons.
Then King Agag of Kish—the king of the most powerful nation—sent an envoy demanding that King Gilgamesh of Uruk send people to Kish to dig wells and construct canals, without offering anything in return.
The arrogant King Agag of Kish had even threatened that if they refused, there would be war.
Then let there be war!
At first, nearly every surrounding nation believed Uruk could not possibly win this war.
But who could have imagined that the mighty empire of Kish, at the height of its power, would be under siege by Uruk in the blink of an eye?
Who could have imagined that Uruk's soldiers would possess equipment even better than Kish's? The superb full armor worn by the hundred-man elite guard directly under the King of Kish was merely standard equipment among Uruk's soldiers.
Especially Uruk's specially formed Archer corps—their arrows were incredibly sharp, and their range was terrifying. Without metal shields, there was simply no way to stop them.
And then there were the so-called siege wagons.
It was precisely with those massive siege wagons that Uruk's soldiers could more easily scale the city walls, causing King Agag of Kish's city to fall so quickly.
Thus, the army was now returning in triumph, and the powerful Kingdom of Kish had submitted to Uruk just like that.
Of the army of over four thousand men that had set out, only around five hundred had been killed or wounded, while the Kingdom of Kish's army had suffered more than two thousand casualties.
"Th-That person, could he be—"
"Y-Yes, that's King Agag of Kish!"
"There's no mistake! That's King Agag of Kish!"
Inside a prison cart was a disheveled and utterly bedraggled man.
Though he looked miserable, one could still vaguely tell that he possessed an aura unlike that of ordinary people.
Then, upon a chariot behind it that looked distinctly extraordinary, someone sat high above the rest.
He rested his chin on his hand and looked down upon everyone.
That arrogance was like that of a god.
That man was their king—Gilgamesh.
One after another, they cheered loudly for the king who had led Uruk to become an overlord.
Then King Agag of Kish, now a prisoner, was eventually sent to Uruk's execution platform, where his life came to an end.
And upon the throne atop the temple tower.
Where the throne had originally stood, there had once been a statue of Goddess Ishtar, mistress of the temple priests. Now, that statue had vanished without a trace.
A few years ago, this would likely have been a major event that threw the entire City of Uruk into panic.
However, under the king's leadership and after a campaign of propaganda over the past few years, the residents no longer held such deep yearning and reverence for the gods.
Instead, they had gradually come to believe that their king was the true god, using godlike wisdom to make the nation immensely prosperous.
Just as the king who had ascended the temple tower throne was about to speak, a soldier hurriedly ran up.
"Lagash, Ur, and Nippur's armies have been spotted advancing toward Uruk!"
That report instantly brought cruel smiles to the faces of everyone in the hall.
"Heh, isn't that wonderful?"
"They've delivered themselves right to our doorstep!"
"It saves us the trouble of finding an excuse!"
Uruk's growth had naturally made it eager to devour the surrounding city-states. Now, they no longer needed any excuse to attack.
Of course, it was expected that these nations would attack Uruk, because Uruk had taken away most of their business.
"King, I request command over Lagash!"
"Then I'll take Ur!"
"Nippur will be mine!"
"Wait a moment, you three have snatched them all up. What are the rest of us supposed to do?"
"No, Lagash should be mine. I've investigated Lagash the most."
For a moment, the hall erupted into an argument.
"Enough!"
The king on the throne spoke in a somewhat lazy voice, instantly silencing the entire hall.
"You will take charge of Lagash, you will take Ur, and you will take Nippur. That is all. I hope you do not disappoint me too much!"
None of the others objected to the king's orders. They all accepted them.
Because the king's commands were absolute.
Afterward, the result was exactly as everyone had expected. The armies of Lagash, Ur, and Nippur were routed by the king's army.
In the blink of an eye, those three nations came under Uruk's control.
"90%"
Current Progress: 90%
Only one corner of the card in his vision remained petrified.
However, this 90% progress had already been reached before Gilgamesh (Bai Yue) conquered Lagash, Ur, and Nippur. It had not increased afterward.
So, was something still missing?
Enkidu? He had not found that person at all.
Then was it the Bull of Heaven incident?
This involved the so-called goddess—Ishtar, the god once worshipped by Uruk.
Did gods truly exist? He did not know, but he had repeatedly sensed something watching him. It was very likely one of those so-called gods.
Of course, he had also confirmed that this world was not the world of Type-Moon.
Suddenly, a woman appeared before him without any warning.
She was an extremely provocatively dressed woman, looking down at him with an air of superiority.
The way she looked at him was like she was looking at a new pet. What an unpleasant gaze. He really wanted to dig out her eyes.
This woman could not possibly be Goddess Ishtar, could she?
If he came into conflict with her, it was not as though he had no means of dealing with her, but he only had one chance.
That chance was the reward he had received after his progress reached 50%!
The Goddess Ishtar Incident Triggered
The woman who appeared was indeed Goddess Ishtar, the Goddess of Nature and Harvest.
She was also the goddess who governed love, fertility, and war.
Having watched the lower realm from the Heavenly Realm, she had finally been unable to resist Gilgamesh, the King of Uruk, who had drawn her in.
Now that she had come before this human king and looked at him up close, she liked him even more.
Golden hair, crimson eyes, and such a handsome face—he was not inferior to those male gods in the slightest.
Especially the aura of dominance and arrogance he exuded. He was the most imposing human she had ever seen.
That dominance and arrogance were so overwhelming that even a god's aura seemed inferior before him. It was simply wonderful.
Look at him—he showed no panic whatsoever under her gaze and remained seated as though nothing had happened.
Then Ishtar gently swayed her seductive body, putting on the aura befitting a goddess as her sensual lips parted.
"I am Ishtar, the Goddess of Nature and Harvest~"
"And then?"
The King of Uruk seated upon the throne still rested his chin on his hand, his voice carrying a faint lack of interest.
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