Gods Create, Humans Write

On the side of the Beast Goddess, Jurong learned of the King's death!

Could it be that their intention in this attack is to destroy the king's remains, thus completely eliminating any possibility of King Gilgamesh's resurrection?

This is a huge problem!

Siduri clenched her ten fingers tightly around the Clay Tablet, her knuckles trembling, her thoughts racing, her heart sinking to the bottom.

Then, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on the table, slowly got up, faced the commander of the monster army, and whispered something to him.

"You have destroyed several Sumer city-states by using Enkidu's name and this face."

"Did you really think I would believe such a lie?"

Kingu chuckled dismissively and pondered for a moment before vouching for Siduri.

"Don't worry, I don't harbor deep resentment towards humanity like my mother."

"If you know what's good for you, I might spare your life."

Meanwhile, the warcraft commander strolled into the royal court, looking with great interest at the Sumer- style sculptures and decorations around him, a strange sense of familiarity constantly welling up in his mind.

Siduri lowered her eyes, raised her hand to wipe a lantern on the table, her brow furrowing and relaxing as if engaged in a fierce Celestial Being struggle, seriously considering the veracity of the conditions.

Unbeknownst to him, Kingu Quan had forgotten that he was trapped in the enemy camp. He walked up to the throne, his fingertips lightly touching the patterns on the back of the chair, and his mind went blank for a moment.

Then, he seemed to see two unfamiliar yet familiar figures leaning on the throne, reviewing Clay Tablet and discussing strategies for governing the country.

The sharpness in Kingu's eyes gradually softened.

Hallucination? Boring!

Although the commander of the monster army showed a hint of disdain on his face, he subconsciously turned his head away and looked elsewhere. He walked to the railing and gazed at the city engulfed in flames of war.

Suddenly, the view before me rippled like water, and two figures walking side by side gradually became clear.

Gentle laughter filled the air as the two men, raising their glasses in a toast, stood before the railing, overlooking the nation that had grown stronger and more prosperous in their hands.

The Green-Haired Beauty, whose features were somewhat blurred, spread her arms wide, her eyes overflowing with satisfaction and pride.

"Gilles, look, this is our Uruk!"

"Human life may be short, but it is also so magnificent and creative, a talent that even the ancient gods did not possess!"

"As long as you continue to lead your people with wisdom, one day humanity will reach a level comparable to the gods!"

Gilgamesh was raising his cup in front of the railing, paused slightly, turned to look at the Green-Haired Beauty beside him, and shook his head slightly, disagreeing with her opinion.

"My friend, how can their insignificant creations compare to the great works of the gods?"

"Human beings are still too fragile and their lives are too short."

However, the Green-Haired Beauty does not agree with this view.

"But the gods have no heart! In my opinion, humans are far superior to them!"

"Mystery will eventually fade away. Over-reliance on divinely bestowed abilities and reckless behavior will inevitably lead to disaster."

"Moreover, their glory is only the afterglow, while the future of humanity has just begun."

In an instant, the sunny-faced figure picked up the Clay Tablet with a map engraved on it with great interest and pointed to the area surrounding the human border.

"Gilles, tomorrow we'll go and hunt down the sea monster in the Persian Gulf, as well as the remaining monsters in the Fir Forest."

"Let's work together to give humanity a broader stage and see what a beautiful world they will create!"

A hint of ambiguity appeared in Gilgamesh's eyes. He swirled his wine glass and uttered a soft, almost silent murmur.

"My friend, do you think your creators wouldn't have considered the things you can think of?"

"Master will not easily allow a group of slaves to sit on equal footing with them."

"Even the slightest offense is unacceptable."

But then, the Heroic King turned to the Green-Haired Beauty and nodded seriously, giving his full support to the plan to expand territory and conquer monsters.

Then, the scenes keep changing as the two best friends travel through mountains and rivers, pacify all directions, and envision a beautiful blueprint for a human kingdom on their adventurous journey.

All that seemed beautiful vanished with the arrival of Heaven's Punishment.

In the pouring rain, King Gilgamesh held his dearest friend, who had weakened and died under the curse of the gods, his face buried deep in his hands, filled with remorse and his expression unreadable.

But his once spirited figure has become somewhat reserved and hunched over.

"Gilles ..."

The Green-Haired Beauty stared blankly at everything, her gaze shifting and unfocused. She subconsciously reached out her arm, wanting to touch the slightly trembling shoulder and offer comfort.

As the ripples spread from her fingertips, a sudden alertness erupted from the depths of her green eyes.

At the same time, several Golden Vortex appeared around Kingu, along with the Chain of Heaven that entwined around him, vibrating and humming.

"Call!"

The surging Aether Tide stirred up a fierce wind within the royal court, and the surrounding illusions crumbled instantly, like sand sculptures!

"Mental interference? I seriously underestimate you!"

"However, trying to move me with the memories of this body? How laughable!"

Kingu gaze turned sinister as he looked at Siduri in front of the table, his expression gradually hardening.

"I've lost my patience. I'll ask you one more time: where is Gilgamesh's body?"

Siduri clutched the lantern in her arms, concealing the regret in her eyes, and calmly looked at the Green-Haired Beauty amidst the winding and swirling Chain of Heaven surrounding her.

"I will not betray my own people, nor will I allow you to disturb the king's rest. Give up!"

"You asked for this!"

With his emotions in turmoil, Kingu flew into a rage and immediately swung the Chain of Heaven, its sharp tip piercing through Siduri's heart.

"Buzz!"

At the critical moment, the cage-like lantern in the priest's arms suddenly burst forth with a layer of eerie blue light.

In an instant, a phantom with long green hair reaching her waist and dressed in Miko Outfit appeared in front of Siduri; it was clearly Shamhat.

As the Holy Prostitute chanted divine words, the paint on the floor and stone pillars peeled off one after another, and layers of oppressive spells lit up simultaneously.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

But against the terrifying divine weapon, this resistance was extremely weak, and the cone pierced through seven layers of defensive magic in the blink of an eye.

As the Chain of Heaven advanced layer by layer, the carriers of the Cuneiform Runes, such as the floor, stone pillars, and murals, collapsed and exploded, dissipating like dust.

"Enkidu! Look at this face and tell me, why do you exist!"

"Those petty grudges that should have long since faded away cannot tarnish that pure heart!"

"I believe you! I believe you completely!"

Shamhat, his ghostly body swaying and disintegrating, lost all composure and faced the Green-Haired Beauty whose face was exactly like his own, letting out a hysterical scream.

"Shut up!"

A raging storm erupted in Kingu's sea of memories, the pain so intense it felt like his soul was being torn apart, causing him to pound his head and let out a suppressed roar.

Even so, fragmented images kept surfacing in my mind and automatically piecing themselves back together.

"Creator Goddess Alulu!"

"The Nursery Fir Beast Humbaba!"

"Your dearest friend, the Heroic King Gilgamesh!"

"And me, the Holy Prostitute Shamhat!"

"The hunters who guided you from outside Babylon, the maidens you saved, and the people of Siduri and Uruk who remember you!"

"This is your past!"

"You must remember! Quickly recall!"

Shamhat was struggling to maintain the Suppression Curse, kept retreating and was soon forced into the only remaining corner of the royal court.

Even with the assistance of High Priestess Siduri, the tip of the Chain of Heaven was less than a meter away from them due to the absolute difference in strength.

"You were created by God, woven by man, and will return to the earth!"

"You are the Chain of Heaven that guide Gilgamesh! You are the Star's Breath that stands shoulder to shoulder with humanity!"

"The children I teach will not be defeated by this baseless resentment!"

"Shut up!"

Amidst a hysterical roar, the sharp cone pierced the final barrier.

"Puff!"

Like the muffled sound of a bubble being popped, the urgent calls abruptly ceased.