The Battlefield of Wedges and Locks

However, knowing that this was an act of favoritism, the monster commander remained unmoved, merely frowning and sneering.

"Even if the Gorgon were to resurrect, it would be useless; Apsu's power has already achieved domination over them..."

"Now, these bastards are nothing more than killing machines, carrying out their parents' will..."

"If I'm not mistaken, they're trying to force Uruk to seize another Greater Holy Grail, further shortening Apsu's recovery time."

"If Apsu gets that thing again, you won't even last three days!"

Gilgamesh's expression hardened, and behind him appeared countless Golden Vortex, unleashing barrages of swords, spears, and halberds like bullets towards the ground.

Countless Lahmu were nailed to the ground, their bodies decomposing into reddish-black soil.

Kingu looked mockingly at the Lahmu on the ground, which resembled a locust plague, and whispered something under his breath.

"Don't waste your energy. Even if you temporarily stop them, what good will it do?"

"Apsu is determined to get the other Mana Furnace!"

"Gilles ... Gilgamesh ... look."

"This is just the beginning..."

"Boom!"

At almost the same time, thunder roared in the sky, and dense dark clouds swept in like a black hand, instantly crushing Uruk's shimmering weather manipulation spell.

In an instant, a torrential downpour began, and the crimson-black tide surged and spread with the water.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, a crimson wave surged from the earth and soared into the sky, scattering countless fragments of rocks as the once majestic Sacred Mountain collapsed completely.

One after another, corrupted evil spirits, shimmering with red and black Death Qi, roared down with the waves.

Holy crap! Mount Epiph exploded!

Samael stared at the billowing smoke and the red-black tide of blood flowing downstream, his expression frozen.

Even if, according to the historical records, Gilgamesh did indeed equip the North Wall defenses with that Uruk black technology— the Nabisthin's Tooth— that could withstand the Black Tide.

But the south gate, coming down from Mount Epiph, is an open area!

At this rate, I'm afraid Uruk won't even last a day!

Is this the complete unleashed malice of an Origin-level deity?

That was terrifying! They left us no chance to breathe at all!

If it weren't for the fact that it wasn't in its complete form, this guy probably would have directly ripped the earth's crust apart!

"Return to defend the south gate immediately!"

Amid this series of unexpected events, Samael, his face pale, roared out of tune as he gave orders to his squad.

"You guys go first!"

"I am here to stop the spread of the black tide and, in the process, search for Apsu's divine core!"

Gilgamesh immediately turned around and roared, the Golden Vortex behind him relentlessly pouring ammunition onto the ground.

However, since the heavy rain diluted the crimson-black blood tide, and water is inherently formless, finding the vital point of Apsu, the god of the abyss and darkness, was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Samael suspected that the Creator God was still flawed because Kingu had been summoned too hastily.

Therefore, immediately after obtaining the Holy Grail, the core of His Mana Furnace, He sank into the abyss and began to revive His authority.

Considering the effectiveness, the ancient snake couldn't help but offer some advice.

"King Gilgamesh, perhaps we should retreat to Uruk first, and then make further plans!"

But this wise and virtuous Heroic King showed no appreciation whatsoever. Turning his head to look back, he exuded a sense of oppressive power, as if Tyrant had appeared.

"Shut up! Go back to your room!"

Then, after his blood-red eyes lingered on the side for a moment, the Heroic King flung a book-shaped engraving at Samael.

"Kid, get ready!"

"Until I return to the Royal Palace Divine Tower, you are the King of Uruk!"

Royal Seal?

Samael, now back in human form, stared in astonishment at the royal warrant in his hand.

But when his downward gaze met Gilgamesh's at a certain point, the ancient serpent suddenly understood.

This Heroic King Ji, treated everyone equally, and even his closest confidants showed no particular favoritism.

Except for one special individual who could allow him to transgress this rule.

Heavenly Lock - Enkidu!

Even if what lies before me is merely the shell of a dear friend, whose soul may have long since withered away.

Even so, this Heroic King still couldn't let go of it.

Regardless, this catastrophe was ultimately caused by Kingu, and countless Sumerians died directly or indirectly because of her. This sin is as deep as the sea; how can it be washed away?

Therefore, Gilgamesh could neither release him in full view of everyone nor bring Kingu into Uruk, which would cause an uproar among the crowd and weaken their cohesion.

Therefore, all the Heroic King can do for now is to use the pretext of stopping the Black Tide to send everyone away before making any further plans.

"Yes, then please take care of me!"

In a flash, Samael understood the crux of the matter, nodded solemnly, and led the assault team to the South Gate to intercept the Black Tide invasion.

As he watched the crowd depart into the distance, Gilgamesh slowly released his left hand from his abdomen, where a deep, cone-shaped wound, revealing bone, continued to gush forth streaks of crimson blood.

Even Heroic King couldn't avoid being injured after facing two formidable enemies, Kingu and Apsu.

The moment Gilgamesh showed a hint of relaxation, a Lahmu with extended wing membranes grinned and swung its claws toward the target hanging overhead.

"Puff!"

A dull thud of a blade piercing flesh rang out, and a dim, almost ethereal chain entered Lahmu's mouth, piercing through his skull.

Then, the outstretched, fair arm suddenly swung, slicing Lahmu in two.

"I've repaid the life I owed you!"

As the Heavenly Lock became ethereal, Kingu scoffed disdainfully, the bloodstain on his chest widening once more, his face ashen.

Gilgamesh remained calm, nodded slightly, and casually took out a fist-sized, Rules shaped, purplish-red cube from the Golden Vortex leading to the treasure vault.

"Although it can't compare to Mana Furnace of the Holy Grail level, it can barely support your activities, Napa."

Kingu looked at the high-purity magic crystal in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly, his lips pressed tightly together, his expression somewhat humiliated.

"I don't need your heartache!"

Mana Crystal, also known as the "Life Food" that grows on the ground, are high-purity magic blocks second only to the Holy Grail.

This was like Divine Construct Weapon like him, but the Green-Haired Beauty was very resistant to it.

"Idiot! Is this the time to argue about this?"

"If you don't want to die, you have to fight for your life!"

With a roar, Gilgamesh raised his hand and pressed down, causing a dense Golden Vortex to condense behind him, brutally dismembering the dozens of Lahmu that had surrounded him.

But this ordeal further aggravated the tearing of the Heroic King's wound.

"I am Kingu, son of the Creator God, who guided the Third Storm to destroy Mesopotamia!"

"No matter what you do, I won't thank you!"

Kingu gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, but then pressed the Mana Crystal into his chest. The activated Heavenly Lock shot out, forming a dense and impenetrable giant net.

On the battlefield filled with black tides and Lahmu, the two of them, one attacking and the other defending, displayed an unspoken tacit understanding, as if honed through countless trials, with not a single superfluous movement.

"Hmph! Let's talk about that after we survive!"

Gilgamesh looked up at the cloud-covered sky, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He's starting to like rainy days now.