" 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 anxiously to his family.
" Gilgamesh's tour?"
Abel was wearing a white robe and floating in the air. His Authority of the Void put him in a special state, 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 hadn't gotten the real King's Treasure from Fern Baba, with the blessings of the gods, he could make hundreds of such thrones.
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 and did not understand what was happening. He 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."
Abel retracted his left hand, which had sent the guard flying, and used the Power of Life to heal his mother's injuries.
"Oh?" Gilgamesh's eyes flashed as he looked at Abel with interest.
Seeing the white light on Abel's hand, the people, guards, and the healed mother hurriedly knelt down to Abel.
This strange power and gorgeous clothing were definitely not something ordinary people could possess. They treated Abel as a god who had descended to the mortal world.
"Humph! Where did you come from?”Gilgamesh snorted unhappily when he saw this, and he questioned Abel curiously.
"Abel, Abel Trismorgatus, a nameless wanderer.”
Abel paused for a moment. As expected, he still could not stand Gilgamesh.
" Hero King Gilgamesh, now it seems that you're just a false reputation. I heard people praise your wisdom, but it's just nonsense.”
"Hahahahaha, this king is this king. What does the praise of those miscellaneous cultivators mean? How could this king be affected by miscellaneous cultivators?”
Gilgamesh stood up from his throne and sized up Abel with interest.
"What a perfect appearance. You're not bad. How about you become this king's official? I have a feeling that you will be a great…official.”
A hint of doubt flashed in Gilgamesh's eyes. Why did he not want to call him a miscellaneous cultivator?
Gilgamesh's words were spoken in an unquestionable tone, as if he had discovered a treasure and wanted to collect it.
He, who possessed the Golden Law, did not lack treasures. What he desired was talents who would rebel against him, let alone such a beautiful person.
Abel saw the confusion in Gilgamesh's eyes, and he knew that the protagonist's aura and magical charm had played a role. He shook his head silently and raised his head.
"You are not some noble and virtuous king, and you are not worthy of the title of Hero King. Rumors are indeed not to be believed. In my opinion, you are just a nouveau riche who squanders his wealth casually.”
Interesting, it was too interesting. This man…made him so angry that it was interesting.
He had seen many miscellaneous cultivators who were like pigs lying on the ground and waiting to be slaughtered.
However, he was the first person to stand proudly in front of Gilgamesh like this man.
"I will preserve your corpse completely and make it into a beautiful sculpture to admire slowly.”
Gilgamesh's handsome face had a sinister smile as he drew a sword from the golden ripples.
Gilgamesh would praise those who dared to resist, but Gilgamesh would not easily let off those who challenged the royal power.
"Come, wanderer! This king will give you a quick death."
He then swung his sword down!
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It would be foolish to apply the War of the Holy Grail to the heroes of the divine era. The performance of heroes in the Holy Grail War was limited by their job titles and situations, while real heroes could not be reflected by data.
For example, Gilgamesh. The image that the Holy Grail War gave him in the future was that of an egotistical maniac who only knew how to throw away precious artifacts, laugh loudly, use ultimate moves, and talk about miscellaneous cultivation.
…Although most of the circumstances did match the divine Gilgamesh.
But the real Gilgamesh was even more terrifying than his follower.
It was true that he was arrogant, but if Gilgamesh, who was not arrogant, really wanted to obtain the Holy Grail War wholeheartedly, he would have a near-absolute chance of winning in most situations.
Even though he was limited by his job as an Archer, he could still use Marduk's power. The power of the Wind of Creation that was set off by the King's Key that was bestowed by the Lord God was beyond the extreme destructive power of all normal Heroic Spirit relics.
Not to mention the All-Knowing Star that Ningsun had given him, as well as all the relics of human history that he had taken from Fern Baba. He could release all the original forms of those relics.
As for those who thought that Gilgamesh only knew how to throw precious artifacts…
That was only because he was overly arrogant. Even if he threw away all his cheats, a Gilgamesh who was not arrogant could fight twenty Eamiya Shiro in close combat.
Before he had obtained the King's Treasure from Funaba, Gilgamesh had fought against his future best friend Enkidu for three days and three nights in front of the Great Temple of Uruk.
Both sides fell to the ground exhausted, praising each other's bravery and becoming unique friends.
Even though Enkidu had not unleashed his own abilities, he was still the incarnation of the Heaven's Lock. He could summon guns, locks, and other weapons from the ground to attack his opponents. Even the use of King Gilgamesh's Treasure was a complete imitation of Enkidu's actions.
It was impossible for Gilgamesh to use magic. He had never bothered to learn those things.
The so-called C-tier Gilgamesh was just using the seal of the royal power to perform a fool's play.
Moreover, the only difference between Caster's Gilgamesh and Archer was that he had sealed his own King's Key, the EA-key.
As for using the EAs, that was even more nonsense. No matter what, Gilgamesh could not possibly use the EAs to attack Uruk City. Even if his brain had been bathed in black mud, he would not do that to his hometown.
And Gilgamesh, who was like this, had completely relied on his own use of martial arts and his natural strength to fight to a draw with Enki, who had not released his own power.
In the ancient Babylonian era, status was judged by individual martial prowess. How could a king be a weak chicken that was incompetent in close combat?
If Gilgamesh had not been so arrogant and had not been brainwashed by the black mud, the outcome of the battle with Eamiya Shiro in the Infinite Sword Technique would have been reversed.
But Gilgamesh was not facing any human or god, but a surpasser from the outer universe.
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