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According to later studies, it is difficult to distinguish Gilgamesh's life story from the bard's fictional legend. He himself is like a dazzling sun, because it is too dazzling to see his truth.For example, in all the records about Gilgamesh's conquest, the phrase "destroyed the walls of such-and-such city" will appear repeatedly, and most archaeological researchers believe that this paragraph is an exaggeration.Because according to the results of archaeological excavations, the city walls of the Sumerian city-states are tall and strong, and it is basically impossible to demolish such buildings in a short time based on the weapons and army strength at that time.As for stories such as King Gilgamesh's search for the secret of eternal life described in the epic "Gilgamesh", it is even more of a romantic hero myth.

But now, on the battlefield where Ur and Lagash are fighting, no one dares to doubt the king of Uruk's ability to "tear down the city wall in an instant".

Almost at the same time the news spread that "the King of Uruk sent troops to join the war", the blood-red flag of Uruk was flying on the battlefield.The warring parties who received the news were very surprised: the king of Ur did not believe that King Gilgamesh would be so kind, and even led the army to help after sending out mercenaries; King Gilgamesh, who was easily defeated by Kish, would have no choice but to surrender if he joined forces with Ur.

The kings of the two countries who quietly dispatched spies received another piece of news that surprised them even more——Gilgamesh only brought a dozen guards, and the remaining hundreds of people were all craftsmen.

That day, strange noises continued all night in Gilgamesh's camp. At dawn, the two warring parties, who had been nervous and confused all night, finally understood King Gilgamesh's real intention of bringing the craftsmen to the battlefield.

Arrow towers, catapults, ballistas and other weapons stood densely behind Uruk's flag. With the sound of horns, boulders and arrows slammed into the positions of both sides like a torrential rain. drowned in smoke and dust.The first round of attack was not over yet, not only the armies of the opposing sides, but even the entire battlefield was left with a horrible ruin.Kalia, who was going out with the army, turned his eyes away from the battlefield a little bit unbearably, the flying smoke made him cough a few times.The prince of Kish, Aga, followed him every step of the way and acted as his bodyguard dutifully.

——When Gilgamesh announced that Aga would serve as the scribe's Kalia's guard and go to the battlefield with the Uruk army, the high priest Sargon again sharply despised the king's whim.Gilgamesh handed over the armor and sword to the stunned boy without hesitation, the smile on his face was so cunning.

"Kalia said he trusted you." Gilgamesh looked up at the crimson curtain in the hall, and the pointed voice made the clerk behind him blush in embarrassment. "And this king, trust Kalia."

"It's boring to watch them fight. Ninazu, attack the positions on both sides."

As soon as Gilgamesh's impatient order came down, the second round of torrential rain of rocks poured down on the positions on both sides.The flying dust obscured the sight but could not block the loud noise of landslides and ground cracks. Gilgamesh raised the corners of his mouth comfortably as the earth shook and the mountains shook, but the next moment, his smile froze suddenly.

A golden light emerged from the smoke and dust, and the flowing golden light turned into an invisible barrier. Under its protection, the city wall of Ur was unharmed.

"Sure enough, it's God's interference again." The last four words condensed into a cold killing intent in Gilgamesh's eyes. He drew out his sword, and the strange spiral sword exuded a sense of terrifying oppression, and Gilgamesh Mei Shi's expression became even colder.

Aga behind him tightly clenched his fists, staring at the heaven and earth obedient star that was once enshrined in the Moon Temple of Kish as a sacred object, his eyes were so angry that he could almost burn two pieces on Gilgamesh. a hole.Kalia held his hand silently, and her apologetic expression instantly extinguished Aga's anger.

Gilgamesh was unaware of the turbulent dark tide behind him, he slowly raised the sword that was once used to split the world, with a cruel and mischievous smile: "Let me see, this legendary creation sword that split the world Does the sword live up to its name?"

Mr. Ninazu's eyes lit up with excitement.He stepped forward to look carefully at the Deviant Sword in Gilgamesh's hand, and his aria-like voice was still very clear on the chaotic battlefield: "Ah, this light! The brightest star in the beginning of the world! Ah, how lucky I am— —”

click.

The inventor, waving his arms wildly, hit a joystick.

Behind them, a machine that looked like a windmill was slowly turning. The perfectly symmetrical arms rotated gracefully, and countless blades glistened in the sun.

"Run." Before Enkidu's roar fell, Gilgamesh dragged him away resolutely.The excessive speed kicked up a cloud of dust and sand behind them, and the two of them were still arguing like a raging fire in such a fast running.

"Jill, why are you running? Don't you have a deviant sword?! Use it quickly!"

"It's so close that before the king can use the deviant sword, the king himself will be sliced ​​into pieces! Besides, what if the thing falls down after use? Will it be used as a tombstone for the king?"

Although it sounds reasonable, it still cannot conceal the beating nature of this sentence.Aga, who was following the two of them, slandered silently, and escaped like this... I can't help but want to beat the king of Uruk, Kalia...

He subconsciously turned his head, and behind him was only the terrifying machine that made a loud rumbling noise.

Ajia felt that the blood in his whole body froze into ice in an instant.

"Callia!"

The few people who had turned survival on the battlefield into their instincts completely forgot that for Kalia, who had never been on a battlefield and had chronic lung disease, it was simply impossible to escape alone under such circumstances.Kalia, who was tripped by a stone before taking a few steps, now fell pale not far in front of the windmill monster's blade, and the light from the blade from time to time almost brushed against his body.The blade that was too close made him cough uncomfortably, he sighed and closed his eyes, and began to count down his few remaining lives...

The sound of the wood being split exploded in his ears, he opened his eyes in surprise, and what caught his eyes was Aga's back in silver armor.A spiral arm of the windmill monster shattered at his feet, and the sharp blade on the spiral arm was chopped off.

Kalia was surprised for only one second, and returned to his senses in the next second. He shouted to the boy standing in front of the terrifying windmill monster: "It's dangerous here, go!"

The boy's figure was as solid as a statue, standing motionless in front of him.

"You said you trusted me." After cutting off the other spiral arm of the windmill monster, the boy held the sharpened sword, and his voice was persistent and firm like the most steadfast oath.

So now, please trust me, trust me to protect you till the end.

Enkidu, who rushed back later, saw this scene: the purple-haired and silver-armored boy was holding a rolled-edged sword, fighting against the huge windmill monster alone like a warrior blessed by the gods. There are more scars than battle results, his weapon has become scrap iron that can't even cut through cork, but even so he didn't take half a step back, just because behind him is the holy man he swore to protect with all his life. thing.

Under the boy's persistent and almost crazy attack, the windmill monster finally couldn't stand the repeated impacts, and turned into a pile of ruins after a huge roar.The boy dropped his sword and turned around, carefully picked up the person he was desperately protecting, and walked forward step by step.

"It's all right, let me go, you bandage first..."

Aga blocked Kalia's words with silence.

Kalia looked up at Aga's profile. The boy's blood-stained face looked gloomy and even terrifying, but those amethyst-like eyes were still bright and clear.He was very familiar with the light in Aga's eyes, it was the first thing he would see every time he got sick and woke up from the pain of suffocation, it made him extremely reassuring.

He raised his uninjured left hand and carefully wrapped it around Aga's shoulder to reduce the weight on his arms.The boy paused for a moment, his face was a little stiff.He lowered his head, hiding his complicated expression under his overly long forehead hair.

It would be nice if the road had no end.The white-haired young man secretly hid such a wish in his heart.