" Let's go, let's go. Today is the day to worship King Gilgamesh. I heard that God Ishtar destroyed the city and made the king unhappy.
It would be terrible if the king was angered by the lack of people.”A middle-aged man said to his family.
" Gilgamesh's tour?"
Abel wore a white robe and floated in the air. He used the Authority of Nothingness to make himself invisible, so the people walking back and forth ignored Abel's existence.
It had been three days since he had arrived in this world. Using his telepathy superpower, he had already collected enough information.
Gilgamesh had now become a tyrant, ruling Uruk with a cruel code of conduct.
"It's like a rebellious child who is eager to get recognition. If he doesn't get recognition, he'll finally give up.”Abel concluded.
The parade began…
Gilgamesh's throne was so expensive. It was made from tens of tons of gold. The steps to the throne were dozens of steps, surrounded by gems and ornaments. Hundreds of slaves would be pulling them when they went on a tour.
This kind of extravagance and waste was probably something that even the tyrants in history could not match. This was because it consumed too much of the country's strength and might shake the foundation of the rule.
However, this was not unimaginable in Uruk in the divine era. Gold had never been a problem for Gilgamesh. Even if he had not obtained the real King's Treasure from Fernbaba, he could have forged hundreds of such thrones with the blessings of the gods.
As for the knowledge needed to forge the throne, it could be easily solved by the Omniscient and Omniscient Star that was sublimated from the future vision given by the Mother God Ning Sun.
He had personally supervised the creation of this golden throne, and this was also the beginning of his brutality.
It was impossible for the former Gilgamesh to collect all the gold in the country to build this useless throne. In his opinion, such a waste of manpower and money was not desirable.
But to the current tyrant, if I want to do it, I can do it.
The topless Gilgamesh sat on the golden throne with his legs crossed. His blood-red snake eyes were filled with anger.
Even though he was the only one sitting on the throne, surrounded by kneeling people.
Whether it was slaves or freemen, nobles or warriors, they all showed respect to him.
However, it still could not extinguish the anger in his heart!
The people in front of him were worshipping the king of Uruk, the spokesperson chosen by the gods, not Gilgamesh.
If someone else was chosen by the gods, they would also receive this glory. To the proud Gilgamesh, this was humiliation!
He couldn't see any light from them, the light of resistance.
……
……
At this moment, a child by the side of the road seemed to have knelt for too long and his legs were numb. He suddenly fell forward.
Gilgamesh frowned when he saw this and stopped the slaves from advancing.
The mother of the child rushed out from the side and hugged her child tightly. Her face was filled with despair like a dead person, as if she had understood her fate.
"He is just a child. Please spare him, merciful king. It was my fault for not disciplining him properly. I'm willing to die to atone for my sins. I only hope that you can let my child go.”
His mother was trembling on the ground, kowtowing and begging. Soon, there was no more blood on her forehead.
The child only knew how to cry. He understood what had happened and only felt his mother's fear.
They were afraid, afraid, not because of the gods, but because of him, the king.
A strange sense of satisfaction made Gilgamesh exceptionally happy, but when he saw the crying child and the pleading mother, he frowned.
Why? What kind of person did she take him for?
Although he was a tyrant now, he would not lay his hands on children. In his opinion, the child had infinite possibilities, let alone killing his mother in front of the child.
Even if he wanted to satisfy himself in the fear of his people, he had his own principles. He would never kill children, nor would he kill their parents in front of them.
But apart from that, Gilgamesh had no scruples!
But even so…
Gilgamesh waved his hand, and the guards dragged the mother to the throne, raising the battle axe in their hands.。
A mischievous smile appeared on his face. Although he did not intend to break his principles, he still wanted to scare them.
Perhaps…he could see the resistance he wanted?
With such anticipation, Gilgamesh ordered the guards to behead his mother. Although the mother trembled, she still tried her best to lower her head, and the child's cries became even louder.
Gilgamesh looked around, and the people on both sides lowered their heads. Their hearts were filled with fear, fear of the brutal royal power…
But no one hated the cruel Gilgamesh, hated the gods who had given him special privileges, and no one dared to stand up and resist.
Gilgamesh's mood instantly turned sour, and his bright red eyes flashed with anger. Foolish miscellaneous cultivators. Since they did not dare to resist, what was the point of keeping them alive?
He clenched his fists tightly, and golden ripples appeared behind him…
At the same time, the guard's battle axe descended, intending to chop off his mother's head…
"Clang!" The falling battle axe was grabbed by a hand as white as jade. Blue light bloomed and the battle axe was broken down into fine particles. At the same time, the guard was sent flying a few meters and knocked down four to five guards.
"What a…farce."
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