The young God of War of the East, the God of Disobedience known as Veleslana, had completely returned to the mythical realm.
Even the divine blood that shone with a dense golden light and carried a trace of oppression gradually turned into golden light dust and disappeared from this world.
Not to mention his body, even the corner of his clothes was gone, as if it did not exist in the first place.
He had completely returned to the place where the gods were, the place called the Myths. Moreover, he was rubbing his fists and waiting for the next, more intense battle. Then, he would ruthlessly claim the hard-won victory.
However, it would be extremely wrong to say that there were no traces left behind.
There was no doubt that the earth had long been filled with ravines. The tragic wounds were silently crying to the world about the heroic battle just now.
No, not just the earth.
Whether it was the sky, the mountains, or even the sea hundreds of meters away.
Streaks of pitch-black marks covered it and continued to shine brightly.
It was the aftermath of Gilgamesh's attack, the so-called crack in space.
There was no doubt that this island had become incomparably dilapidated at this moment.
Seawater and air endlessly filled the cracks in space. At all times, the dark cracks brought about by the scarlet light devoured the vitality of the soil.
Moreover, the powerful attack just now had completely torn the innocent town that was originally standing there into pieces and thrown it to the 'outside' of this world.
Therefore, the high and mighty King who looked down on all living beings had undoubtedly destroyed the promise he had just made with his own hands.
There was nothing he could do about it. Indeed, there was nothing he could do about it. No matter what kind of Treasured Artifact he had, he was unable to resist the power of the white horse. If he wanted to offset it, he could only use an equal or even greater power to ruthlessly crush it.
Only the Guai Li Sword could do this.
Even though Gilgamesh had only activated less than one-tenth of the power of the Guai Li Sword, the consequences were unquestionably obvious to everyone.
It was not the power of Authority, but the power that belonged to him, the power of the Ancient King.
Be it the magicians or all the knights, including Liliana, none of them had the guts to accuse the king of his mistakes.
No, perhaps it was because such a tragedy had already happened, so it was meaningless to say stupid words.
However, this did not mean that Gilgamesh's heart was also that calm.
Even if he treated his people and his territory as his property, he would not allow such a wasteful act.
Because of this, Gilgamesh's face revealed a hint of anger.
Because of the anger of losing face, because of the anger of the innocent deaths of his own people, because of the anger of the stupidity that he had committed with his own hands.
His thick and sturdy hands, which were covered in golden armor, were slightly clenched. A trace of embarrassment surrounded the king and the knights.
There was no doubt that the scene that should have been greeted with victory and cheers was so awkward.
However, it didn't take long.
The arrogant king spoke in a slightly arrogant tone to the knights who were half-kneeling on the ground with endless fear on their faces.
"Now, what are you waiting for? Evacuate the people or sort out the wounded.”
He waved his hand lightly and gave an order to the knights who were half-kneeling on the ground.
Indeed, Gilgamesh was a little angry.
However, no matter what it was for, even if it was a mistake he had made, he had to make up for it.
If Enkidu died because of him, then all the gods of Sumer would have to be buried with him.
The people who died in this disaster were no exception.
He gently waved his arm that was wrapped in golden armor.
Then, a dazzling golden ripple that was several meters wide spread out in the air.
Piles of gold ornaments that did not carry any magic power but were exquisite and exquisite poured out.
That might just be a foil to the King's Treasure, and it might not even have the right to be kept in the treasure vault. It might just be a 'trash' used to fill the gap.
"Treat those survivors well and then give those who died a generous pension. I don't think I need to teach you what to do, right?”
Gilgamesh asked calmly. Although he used a questioning tone, no one would be stupid enough to question this king.
The knights bowed slightly, picked up the treasures scattered on the ground, and then retreated.
Even though they still had countless questions, even though they might want the king to keep his wealth.
However, as knights, their sense of discipline and honor made them put away their advice. To a king, it might be an insult.
They still had important things to do. It was not as simple as settling the refugees. If they did not want this matter to smoothly make the headlines of the newspapers and news, they would have to put in a lot of effort.
A moment later, the knights and magicians left in silence.
Except for that determined girl.
The silver hair that was floating in the air swayed slightly and flickered with a dazzling light.
She was like a demon, with an unparalleled holy beauty that made one feel ashamed of their inferiority, but at the same time, she had an alluring posture that could charm all living beings.
She sighed softly, and then a faint smile appeared on her face. However, the nervousness in her eyes could not be concealed.
"King, this is not your fault. I have already seen it."
The girl said, intending to comfort her king.
However, he had to admit,
All she received was a stern reprimand.
"As a king, if you don't even face your own sins, what right do you have to be king?”
Gilgamesh said sternly, his tone filled with absolute pride.
"Trying in vain to cover up this king's mistake, to correct this king's crimes, and then to erase all the miracles that this king had created. Do you think this king would do such a foolish thing?”
With his back facing Liliana, he walked towards the town that had been erased, his face expressionless.
"This is no longer as simple as treason. I'll let you off this time.”
As he said that, he heard the silver-haired Knight Ji's footsteps as she left, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.
It was a smile of admiration.
How long had it been since he had met such a loyal minister?
However, I'm not as stupid as Altoria. It's my duty to make up for the mistakes of a king. I've never covered up my sins as a king.
As for denying what he had done, this was no longer something that could be covered by stupidity.
A king should bear everything. If he couldn't even do this, what qualifications did he have to call himself a king?
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