Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye's fingers gripped the doorknob, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

He could feel the violent sandstorm pounding against the door from behind it.

That was a clash between two eras, an inevitable reckoning between two "Gilgameshes".

"as you wish."

Click.

The soft click of the latch opening was swallowed up by the loud gust of wind.

The doors swung open to both sides with a loud crash, and the clamor of the real world poured in like a flood bursting its banks.

That was no ordinary wind, but a hurricane mixed with divine power.

Outside, on the ruins.

Sun Wukong did not stop what he was doing because of the King of Heroes' "cleaning house".

On the contrary, the magic needle that stabilized the sea danced in his hands, turning into a splash of golden light.

Hey! Where are you going!

With a roar, the Great Sage's bright red cloak was ripped straight by the shockwave.

He stomped his foot suddenly, the earth rumbled, and his seemingly thin monkey body abruptly grew taller.

The hundred-foot-tall Dharma image rose from the ground; it was not an illusory light and shadow, but a tangible sense of oppression.

The golden giant ape dharma form did not use any fancy supernatural powers.

He simply raised the equally enlarged iron bar in his hand and smashed it down on Bigil's head as he tried to escape into the sea of ​​fire.

There's no particularly sophisticated breakdown of the moves.

It is pure, tyrannical, and unreasonable power.

"Since you're here, leave yourselves here as stepping stones for me, Old Sun!"

boom--! ! !

The golden cudgel smashed into the sea of ​​fire, just like a red-hot iron rod being plunged into lard.

Bigil let out a piercing scream.

The protective Flame Armor was as fragile as a sheet of paper in front of that stick, instantly shattering into countless fireflies.

On the other side, just as the war goddess Inanna thrust her spear out, it was firmly grasped by a giant hand of the Dharma Image.

The large hand, covered in golden fur, squeezed hard, and the divine weapon let out a mournful cry of unbearable pressure.

"Want to compare weapons with me?" Sun Wukong's fiery eyes were full of mockery.

"You think your piece of junk is worthy?"

The entire battlefield was turned upside down by this ferocious fighting spirit.

Beside this earth-shattering commotion, the hero-king Gilgamesh merely took one step.

With one step, one crosses the boundary between life and death, moving from the emptiness of the hospital to the dust of reality.

In the sky, the projection of the "True King of Heroes," which was frantically collecting Noble Phantasms, seemed to sense something.

The proud golden figure paused slightly, but instead of lowering its head, it turned its face to the side.

Those scarlet snake eyes pierced through the barrier of space and landed accurately on Gilgamesh, who had just emerged in his soul form.

The two Gilgamesh's stared at each other once more.

This time, there was no mockery, no disdain.

The projection's lips curled slightly upward, revealing an extremely arrogant smile.

Then, his body began to become transparent, turning into countless golden specks of light.

The points of light did not disappear; instead, they returned to their nests like weary birds returning to their forests.

They surged frantically toward the man in the tattered hospital gown on the ground.

"Om-"

The soul returns to its rightful place, and divine power is reforged.

Gilgamesh's hospital gown shattered into pieces under the golden light.

Instead, there was that familiar golden armor, engraved with the Uruk divine symbols.

His originally pale face quickly turned rosy, and the fiery blood of the living surged through his veins.

But this is not without its costs.

At the very moment the powers merged, the enormous golden vortex in the sky—the King's Treasury—emanated a tearing sound that made one's teeth ache.

That was the backlash from the forced fusion of two laws.

The connection channel that Nanna had forcibly constructed using the power of the Moon Goddess had completely collapsed under the impact of the True King's Law.

"Crack!"

It was like a giant mirror being shattered.

A corner of the King's Treasury has collapsed.

Countless precious artifacts, gold utensils, and ancient scrolls,

Without the support of divine power, it fell from the sky like an extravagant rain of garbage.

Some crashed into the ruins and turned into scrap metal, while others were shredded into powder by the spatial turbulence before they even hit the ground.

The chaotic void storm poured in through the gap, and the once magnificent treasure vault phantom instantly became dilapidated.

"Pity."

Gilgamesh looked up at the earth-shattering scene, but there was not a trace of heartache in his voice.

Only those who have seen through the cold indifference that follows the fading of prosperity can truly understand this.

"Anything that's been touched by dirty hands is ruined, so be it."

He slowly lowered his head and looked at his feet.

There, a group of Uruk descendants, dressed in rags and covered in wounds, were trembling with fear.

They watched the gods fight in the sky, and then watched the legendary king emerge from the light, having long since lost the ability to think.

Gilgamesh gently hooked his finger.

In the ruins, the stone box that he had originally used to hold the Uruk clay tablets flew into his hands.

The stone box was now covered in cracks, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

"Take it."

Gilgamesh casually tossed the stone box at the feet of the girl named Tali.

Tali trembled and instinctively knelt down, holding the stone box in her hands as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

"This contains Uruk's last seed, and it is your chance to survive."

Gilgamesh's voice sounded somewhat faint in the wind and sand.

"Take it and get out of here."

"While that monkey is still going crazy, no one will bother with you ants."

After saying that, he turned away, seemingly unwilling to look at the land that buried his past any longer.

"king……"

A suppressed sob came from behind me.

Gilgamesh paused, his brows furrowing deeply.

The group of survivors, who should have been relieved to have escaped, did not pick up the stone box.

They knelt in unison amidst the rubble, their foreheads pressed tightly against the ground, their blood staining the sand and dust.

"We're not leaving!"

An aged voice roared, "The King has returned! Uruk is here! We must follow the King!"

"follow?"

Gilgamesh whirled around, his serpentine eyes filled with savagery.

"Look around! Look at these ruins! Uruk is long gone!"

"Follow me my ass! I'm just a wandering ghost now, do you want to die with me?!"

His roar drowned out the sandstorm, but it couldn't drown out the fervor in the eyes of the crowd.

Even in the face of God's wrath, even in the face of the collapse of the world,

When these people, who had been wandering for thousands of years, saw that golden figure, it was as if they had found their long-lost backbone.

Only Tali.

The girl, whose face was still covered in blood, neither cried nor shouted slogans.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes, so clear they were almost too bright, staring intently at Gilgamesh.

"Now that the king has returned..."

Her voice was soft, but it sounded exceptionally clear at that moment.

"Shouldn't those traitors from back then also be held accountable?"

Gilgamesh's pupils suddenly contracted.

It wasn't because of the girl's boldness, but because of the moment the question was uttered.

He sensed a smell that was so familiar it made him want to vomit.

The wind suddenly stopped.

In the distance, amidst the sandstorm, at the edge of the large crater where Sun Wukong had smashed into the ground with his staff...

A charred hand slowly emerged and gripped the ground.

That's neither Bigil nor Inanna.

It was a pure, viscous darkness, flowing along that hand.

Like asphalt, it slowly climbs upwards, gradually coalescing into a human-shaped outline.