Cry for Me! 2/5

The western section of the North Wall, which was still standing, was used to hold off hundreds of soldiers by relying on the hidden troop rooms and stairs. Under the overwhelming attack from both inside and outside, the soldiers were forced to retreat step by Lahmu, and soon only a small area remained.

Tabad stepped forward, brandishing his nicked short sword. Through a gap in the shield, he plunged the blade into the mouth of a crawling monster named Lahmu, twisting it violently and destroying its brain structure.

At that moment, the old general, whose beard and hair were all white, turned his head and roared at the nearly exhausted Spartan King behind him.

"Lord Leonidas, the time has come. There is no longer any need to defend the North Wall."

"Please lead these young men to cover the people of Uruk as they board the ships!"

"We will then depart on the Quetzalcoatl, and everyone will reunite at the Royal Palace Divine Tower!"

As the stone wall was lifted, two warships, each capable of holding a hundred people, were pushed out of the dark cave entrance and onto the water.

The soldiers and several Magecraft who were replaced jumped into the cabin and stuffed Magic Crystals into the grooves in the Sorcery Array on both sides.

As Leonidas finally jumped onto the warship, the unique water magic of the Temple of Ea activated, propelling the ship forward by cutting through the waves.

As a few scattered Lahmu emerged from the water, preparing to leap onto the ship and hunt humans, hundreds of javelins shot from the North Wall, accurately piercing and pinning the Child of Mystery to death.

The warships sailed forward unimpeded, getting further and further away from the high ground on the North Wall behind them.

Seeing that the area controlled by Tabad and others was getting smaller and smaller, and that they had been forced into a corner, Leonidas looked at the motionless dome and his expression changed drastically.

"Where's the one responsible for rescuing the Quetzalcoatlus? Why hasn't it arrived yet?"

The oppressive silence behind him made Leonidas's eyes turn red. He grabbed the collar of the officer beside him and roared through gritted teeth.

"There are no reinforcements at all?! Go! I can't abandon my soldiers!"

However, in the instant the Spartan King stubbornly turned away, the officer beside him resolutely embraced Leonidas, his voice filled with sorrow and a sob.

"My lord, don't you know what General Tabad and his men are planning to do?"

"You are more important than us, don't let them sacrifice themselves!"

"Please, come on!"

Leonidas's eyes widened in fury as he watched the Spartan warriors being dragged out of the Lahmu Sparta and swallowed up by the tide of the Rakhmu on the North Wall.

At this moment, Tabad took a shield, glanced contemptuously at the densely packed Lahmu, pointed at the figure standing on the warship, and laughed loudly.

"This is not Hot Spring Pass, but our Uruk!"

"The people of Uruk aren't all dead yet. This Greek outsider wants to steal the limelight from us. Do you agree to this?"

"No way!"

The gun barrels slammed to the ground, and everyone roared in unison, their shouts as powerful as a collapsing mountain or a tsunami.

"Do you remember what Leonidas taught you?"

"Remember!"

A loud and clear response echoed, soaring into the sky. Tabad nodded in satisfaction and rhythmically tapped his shield.

"Good! Let this outsider see that we in Uruk also have fine young men!"

"Form ranks! Prepare for battle!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

A figure rhythmically tapped on a shield, back to back, thrusting a spear through the gaps in the defensive barrier, one after another.

Those who had already climbed up the high Lahmu were ruthlessly pushed down the fault line of the city wall, falling into the flood like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Finally, the Spartan King looked down at the group of trembling survivors in the square of the Royal Palace Divine Tower, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and turned away.

On the North Wall defensive line, Tabad watched the two warships swiftly sail towards the Royal Palace Divine Tower, feeling a great sense of relief.

It's good that you're gone, it's good that you're gone.

The old man looked up at the Sorcery Array that covered the square, seemingly trying to find a familiar figure in the crowd, and smacked his lips as he muttered to himself.

My grandson is almost a year old, isn't he?

When the little thing was born, it weighed a full eight pounds, which exhausted its mother. The king even specially asked Lady Siduri to send some tonics for it.

Haha, he'll definitely be a great young man when he grows up.

With you all here, Uruk will continue.

The sharp sound of limbs piercing through shields came from the left, and another warrior was dragged into the crowd and torn to pieces by the Lahmu onlookers.

"Crying... I want to see..."

"I want to see a human... cry... giggle..."

Amidst the wicked laughter, the hundreds of people forming a Sparta phalanx remained unmoved, beginning to contract and adjust their formation, closing gaps and continuing to withstand the pressure.

Even as their comrades were dismembered and slaughtered before their eyes, they remained solemn, like statues devoid of emotion and fear.

A faint golden light appeared on the old general's body, and his arms were bulging with muscles.

With a swing of the spear, he smashed the leaping Lahmu into pieces, the spear's end striking the ground with a dull, solemn vibration.

"Screw your crying! Cry for me first!"

Amidst a furious roar, a long spear was hurled from above, pinning the loudest-shouting Lahmu to the rock face.

"New Humans? They don't even have birds, what right do they have to call themselves that?!"

The old general glanced at the empty space under Lahmu's four paws and spat contemptuously.

"Listen, don't rush to die. Whoever fails to kill ten of them will have their birds cut off and used as a snack in the underworld!"

The crowd's expressions, which had been as hard as mountain rocks, began to crack, and they burst into laughter, which for a moment drowned out Lahmu's strange cackling.

"Shameful! Disgusting!"

"Slaughter all of humanity!"

As the nascent Lahmu began to develop intelligence, his body trembled, and an emotion called "anger" spread. A large number of enraged Child of Mystery swarmed towards the remaining North Wall defensive line.

The vast black tide continued to erode upwards, and that small area withstood the repeated erosions for a full twenty minutes before being gradually covered by the eerie blackness.

In the end, those blood-soaked yet proud and defiant cries echoed across the battlefield.

"Uruk will live on forever!"

On the outer side of the North Wall, Gilgamesh seemed to sense something, pursed his lips and looked at the North Wall defense line that had been completely overrun by Lahmu, raised the Gawain's Sword, stirred up Aether Storm, and slashed downwards.

Under the direction of the red and black spiral, thousands of Lahmu, along with the defensive lines and human corpses beneath them, crumbled and disintegrated completely into the pillar of light.

This strike was a farewell gift.

Well done, my elite troops.

May you have a safe journey!

"Buzz!"

Just as the Heroic King paused for a moment to mourn those who had gone to their deaths, a thick, red and black beam of light swept across the sky.

Even though Gilgamesh managed to retreat quickly, he was still grazed on the left leg by the terrifying attack range, causing his bones and flesh to shatter instantly. His body was covered in golden-red blood as he flew backward.

However, when he was out of range of the attack, a light pattern resembling Camel Thorn appeared on the Heroic King's abdomen.

Pinkish fleshy skin wrapped around the bony spurs of the forest, intertwined with blood vessels and nerves, extending downwards.

It seems that listening to that kid's advice is still necessary.

Gilgamesh grabbed a swinging chain, retreated rapidly, and landed on a large deck.