[Shin Master Lan Yanqiang Professor Emperor Weber has] the lock of the sky

Maybe it was just a moment when Diarmuid, the first prince of Uruk with a glorious appearance, fell in love with that arrogant and indifferent priest.At that time, he arrived in the city of Kish as an envoy sent by Uruk to Kish. The high priest of the Moon Temple personally went to meet him outside the city to express Kish's considerate courtesy to the king of Uruk.

"Hello, Prince of Uruk," the blond-haired, blue-eyed priest bowed slightly, with a cold voice like his expression, "I am Nanna, the High Priest of the Moon Temple of Kish."

Diarmuid bowed nervously to return the salute. When he raised his head, the high priest straightened up, and his sky blue eyes came into view at close range. The color reminded him of the blue sky of Uruk, so pure and elegant that people couldn't help but be fascinated. Fantastic.

His eyes are so beautiful, and the prince who has never been moved by anyone has heard his own violent heartbeat.The high priest's somewhat indifferent face was engraved in his eyes like a brand, and his eyes met. His heart that almost jumped out of his chest blocked the due politeness and response words into an untimely silence.

But in the next second, the young prince fell into an unspeakable sense of despair.

"I curse your love. Your words of love shall turn into spears and pierce the heart of the one you love; your beauty shall be a poison, and your admiration shall be answered only by hatred."

Cupid's curse kept echoing in his mind, alienating all the heart-pounding sweetness into bitterness.Complicated thoughts made his gaze on the high priest become deep and tangled. The rude gaze made Nanna a little unhappy, and his gaze on this handsome young man became even colder.The priest's indifferent attitude made the already delicate atmosphere even more embarrassing. The entourage gently pulled his sleeves to bring him back to his senses. Diarmuid saluted the man's back with a respectful tone: "Thank you I came here specially. I am Diarmuid, and I am an envoy to your country under the order of King Uruk..."

Before the words fell, a chill fell from the sky.Before the entourage's "be careful" warning could be uttered, the dirty water splashed from somewhere gave a warm welcome to the prince who had just entered the city of Kish.The already awkward atmosphere was instantly tense.The officials of Kish looked at the prince covered in sewage with a face like an enemy. Being splashed with sewage as soon as he entered the city is a big deal or a small thing. It can only be said that he is lucky if it is placed on anyone. There is a problem, but the person who was splashed with dirty water was the prince of Uruk who had just arrived in Kish. The relationship between the two countries has been undercurrent since the envoys returned from Uruk last time. Finally, the young and violent king of Uruk With a gesture of reconciliation, if the news of "Prince Uruk was insulted as soon as he entered the city" is reported back to Uruk, no one can guarantee that the young king who can easily kill even demons will not be angry Then he raised his sword and rushed to the city of Kish to declare war.

It was Diarmuid's smile that broke the tension.

"Why do I still encounter this kind of thing even when I come here?" The young prince smiled a little troubled, his curly black hair was wet with sewage and fell down to his eyes, making his smile a bit childish, but he was still handsome People can not look away.The prince's smile seemed to have magical powers, everyone around was infected by this smile, and the first smile appeared on his face since the two sides met.

It is indeed a beauty that even pales in comparison to the sun, the high priest Nanna commented, but, compared to the love of the gods, the wrath of the gods can better describe his essence. Thinking of this, the high priest raised the corner of his mouth and smiled mercilessly. For a moment, the smile froze on his face.Diarmuid stared at him as if he had seen a miracle, and the emotion in his golden eyes was undisguised: "You smile so beautifully...I don't mean to offend, I mean..."

His smile was too warm, and the high priest, who had always been indifferent and didn't like to make friends with others, quickly looked away, and the smile on his lips was dispelled by inexplicable embarrassment into a piece of ice.

Under the tearful eyes of the entourage, "Please don't make more trouble", the young prince stopped talking, and took the towel handed by the entourage to dry the stains on his body.Nanna didn't speak or even look back. After Diarmuid hastily dealt with the mess, he led Uruk's team to the palace. He didn't say a word along the way. The weight on the individual head is almost suffocating.But Prince Diarmuid didn't seem to feel this kind of heaviness at all. Along the way, his eyes were locked on the high priest leading the way without hesitation. His direct gaze made the high priest, who has always been well-bred, almost couldn't hold back from turning around and yelling. impulse.

In the depressed and tense atmosphere all the way, the group finally arrived at the palace of Kish. The majestic palace was solemn and awe-inspiring.As expected of a royal city located in many Sumerian city-states, Diarmuid secretly commented that one day, the city of Uruk can be as mighty as this.

He met Enme Balagosi, King of Kish in the palace of Kish. The aloof king's loving smile could not hide the deep defense in his eyes. He lowered his head and acted humbly, blocking all guarded, hostile or contemptuous eyes from his sight. Besides, his eyes lingered on the straight figure.

It really is a more dangerous journey than breaking into the Devil's Forest, the young prince thought so, and couldn't restrain the corners of his lips from rising: so dangerous, but so beautiful.

After the audience, Diarmuid was arranged to live in the Kish palace, and his daily food and clothing expenses were taken care of by a special person. The meticulous care made the Prince of Uruk, who has always done it himself, very uncomfortable.But compared to all kinds of troubles that you will encounter every day in the palace, this little habit becomes insignificant.Although he was already mentally prepared to "live alone as a hostage in the enemy's country" when he asked Gilgamesh to be an envoy to Kish, he faced all kinds of obvious or insignificant situations with a cautious and restrained attitude from morning till night. Secretly making things difficult and ridiculing still made him experience pressure far beyond his mental load.To make matters worse, the halo of lucky A who left his brother was shrouded, and his lucky value, which was once evaluated by Gilgamesh as "emperor-level bad luck", burst out vigorously.The frequency of natural disasters and man-made disasters such as falling objects from high altitudes, dangerous buildings and collapses that you will encounter as soon as you go out is ridiculous. After a few days, even Prince Aga of Kish couldn't stand it. He warned the nobles not to be too arrogant and tactful He suggested that Diarmuid should go to the Moon Temple in Kish to burn incense and worship a Buddha—ah, it’s not to pray for the blessing of the Moon God. Seeing the eyes of the lucky Prince of Uruk light up for a moment, an upright 14-year-old boy Aga felt that she had done a great deed.

"Thank you for your kindness, prince." Diarmuid lowered his head, his golden eyes flashed with embarrassment, "It's just that Uruk doesn't believe in the moon god, so if you go so rashly, Mr. High Priest will be troubled, right? "

The upright boy immediately volunteered to take him to visit, and patted his chest to assure that Nanna Suen, the moon god, was kind and kind, and treated all believers equally regardless of their origin.

"Although Mr. Nanna looks a little cold and rigid, he is a very kind person—I mean Mr. Nanna, the high priest of the Moon Temple." "Nanna" who saw Diarmuid was slightly higher With eyes dazzled by the word, Ajia kindly added, "He will definitely help you."

Diarmuid, the prince of Uruk with a glorious appearance, showed a dazzling smile, and the gratitude in his voice was sincere and sincere: "Thank you very much, Prince Aga." The upright and kind Aga blushed slightly, silently Think about whether my father's description of Uruk is not accurate. How can Uruk, with such a gentle and polite prince, be a state of tigers and wolves with insidious cunning and hidden evil intentions.

Still, if that's what keeps him here, that's fine.On the way to the Moon God Temple, 14-year-old Ajia thought, I always wanted to have such a big brother.

"May I ask a question?" Diarmuid's voice brought Aga, who was planning a beautiful future, back to reality, "What is Mr. Nanna's real name?"

"I don't know either." Aga shook her head, and answered as a matter of course, "I heard that the high priest is a servant chosen by the gods, so apart from the □□, I no longer need my own and my real name."

Prince Uruk, who doesn't believe in any gods, frowned slightly, dissatisfied with such an explanation: "But in this way, Mr. Nanna will become a doll on the altar, which is too unfair..."

"These things have nothing to do with you." The cold voice suddenly interrupted their conversation, and Diarmuid looked up in astonishment. He was greeted by the displeased face of the High Priest of the Moon God Temple.The cold and alienated eyes cut into the heart like a knife blade, and he turned his eyes away, but he couldn't avoid the continuous pain in his heart.

"I'm sorry...offended you..." He apologized in a low voice, his voice bitter.Seeing this, Aga stood in front of him and explained to the high priest: "I brought Prince Diarmuid here. He has been suffering from continuous disasters and hopes to get help from Lord Moon God—you will help him." His right?"

The high priest frowned slightly, and said sharply: "The blessing of the Moon God will not come to those who despise him, and I will not let anyone who has no faith defile the sacred Moon God Temple. So I am sorry, Your Highness Aga , I can't help you with your request."

The words "defile the temple" evoked some thin memories. The scar that never healed stubbornly ached in the deepest part of my heart. Diarmuid frowned, and a slight anger flashed in his golden eyes. Pass.He clenched his fists tightly, and said as calmly as possible: "You seem to have misunderstood me..."

"I didn't accuse you of taking the opportunity to spy on Kish's military secrets. I understand you the best. Prince Diarmuid of Uruk." The white priest's voice was as cold and indifferent as he cast his gaze on Diarmuid, There was clear hostility in those sky blue eyes that shook Diarmuid's heart.Under his gaze, Diarmuid raised the corners of his lips mechanically, and the bitterness grew wildly behind his smile into thorns that obscured the sky.

This man loved his country dearly, and the god he served.So in his eyes, this young man with a glorious appearance is just a hostage of the enemy country, an enemy who may threaten his beloved country and god.

He loves him, but he hates him.

——So natural, so, helpless.

The young Prince of Uruk walked up to the viewing stand, and the whispering around disappeared immediately. Kish King Enme Balagosi looked at Diarmuid who was bowing in front of him, his eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife blade.Nanna watched this hypocritical condolence scene without saying a word, watched the king leave with a cold face, and Prince Uruk, who had just defeated the first warrior of Kish, was surrounded by noble youths. The excitement and admiration on Prince Aga's face directly He made no effort to hide it, but the look on Diarmuid's face was forbearing and complicated - it seems that this guy is not an idiot, and he also knows that his actions just now have brought him trouble.Nanna thought in this way a little rudely. He was just about to turn around and leave when he heard malicious and mean words from the encirclement.

"This is really surprising. I didn't expect the warriors of Kish to lose." The gorgeously dressed nobleman smiled as sharply as his words, "I still lost to a guy with slave blood."

When the young prince of Uruk heard the word "slave", his eyes turned cold. He pursed his lower lip and did not speak, his thin body stretched straight.

"Don't say that, maybe that rumor is not true." Another young man came over and put his arm on Diarmuid's shoulder pretending to be intimate, "But I heard that Uruk never allows the first prince to participate in the sacrificial ceremony , probably because the bloodline is not clean, afraid of tarnishing the temple?"

——No matter what excuse you use, these words are too much to forgive.Nanna coughed, and walked straight towards the laughing noble youths. The noble youths who had formed a group in front dispersed angrily after seeing him, and the person in the center of the circle appeared in his sight.Diarmuid's standing posture was as straight as a sharp sword, and his face with unparalleled beauty was full of forbearance and resignation at the moment.Thinking of the words he heard just now, he frowned slightly, and walked towards the person standing alone.

"Young people in our country are ignorant, don't be surprised." He stepped forward and said.Diarmuid nodded slightly, raised the corners of his lips and smiled at him: "Thank you for your concern."

He was thinking that Diarmuid's reputation of "brilliant appearance" must not be true. It is said that the charming smile that can make anyone fall in love instantly now looks more miserable than crying.Looking at the man's pretended relaxed expression and unconsciously clenched fists, he frowned even more.

Ah, what a hassle.After the high priest roared in his heart, he ruthlessly pulled the young man's right hand. The sudden force made the young man stagger and almost fell on him.

"... Mr. Nanner?"

"Did no one in Uruk tell you that the priest's invitation to go to the temple cannot be refused?" He said this without looking back, and the deliberately loud volume concealed a few subtle mood swings.

Diarmuid didn't move, he gently pushed Nanna's hand away, and the smile on his lips expanded into a self-deprecating taste under the displeasure of the high priest's gaze: "Thank you, Mr. Nanna. But it's still not necessary .A man of low birth like me is not fit to enter a holy temple."

The high priest of Kish ignored Diarmuid's words. He took a step forward and grabbed Diarmuid's arm again, dragging Diarmuid towards the temple with an undeniable attitude. His neatly combed blond hair was shining brightly.Diarmuid stared intently at the back one step ahead. Nanna's hair color was different from Gilgamesh's domineering warm golden color, but a slightly cold golden color like himself, but this cold The color of the place looks very warm now, as if it is a bonfire lit in the boundless wilderness, dispelling all the loneliness, grievances, helplessness and sadness.

Where the high priest couldn't see, the glorious Prince Uruk raised a smile brighter than the sun.

The patron saint of Kish—the moon god Nanna Suen’s temple is located in the north of Kish city. The temple built on the mountain overlooks the city it guards. The temple without deliberate decoration is not like Uruk. The temple is so extravagant and magnificent, the simple colonnade and the wide palace are solemn and solemn, like Nanna Suen, the moon god, with the mysterious power to comfort people's hearts.Diarmuid stood in front of the main temple and looked up at the tall statue of the moon god on the altar. The young man who entered the temple for the first time seemed a little embarrassed. The high priest Nanna took a step forward in his begging gaze and saluted the statue demonstratively .He imitated Nanna's movements and bowed, with a solemn and pious expression: "Diarmuid of Uruk ventured into your holy place, benevolent moon god. Please bless your kind and wise high priest, please Bless my brother, bless my country."

"...I'm so stupid." Nanna who had heard all of Diarmuid's prayers suddenly spoke, with a tone of three parts mocking and five parts irritated, and two points, but he couldn't hear clearly.Diarmuid, who was scolded so mercilessly by him, smiled very calmly, and his tone was calm as if he was talking about someone unrelated: "I know, I shouldn't have won the game just now."

The handsome prince looked up at the statue on the altar, his figure was as tall and straight as an indestructible sword: "But I can't let people despise Uruk, and I can't make people laugh at the cowardly and incompetent prince of Uruk. I can't afford it." The young man looked back at him, his golden eyes restrained the sharpness just now, showing a bit of childish mischief, "So you are right, I am a hopeless idiot."

The young prince walked to the highest terrace of the temple. The sunlight outlined his handsome profile like the most perfect sculpture. He fixedly looked into the distance, as if he could turn into a bird while looking out, and fly away from this cage. To his haunted hometown.

"Kish is so far away from Uruk, you can't see it even if you stand on the highest mountain." Diarmuid murmured in a low voice, with deep and shallow nostalgia and regret in his words, "Even if it's just a glance, really Want to see Uruk's walls and gardens again."

He stared at the backlit figure speechless for a moment. Diarmuid was tall and tall, but his physique was still young and frail.He is only 17 years old. At this age, he should live frivolously, fearlessly and freely, but he has to bear this kind of burden that even adults find unbearable. In a hostile foreign country, he lives on thin ice every day—he is even sober. He knew that in the years to come, except in his dreams, he would never see his beloved motherland again.

Nanna frowned, and the anger that had accumulated in the square spread quickly. He walked over with a sullen face, and once again grabbed Diarmuid's arm under Diarmuid's puzzled gaze, but this time, he dragged him towards him. own room.He pushed the young man, who obviously couldn't keep up with his emotional changes, onto the chair, and pulled out a white sacrificial robe and put it on him. Diarmuid struggled to reveal his face from the hood, and couldn't help but say: "Mr. Nanna ..."

"Time is running out, shut up and listen to me." He interrupted Diarmuid's inquiry, his voice deliberately lowered to bring out a bit of subtle tension and mystery, "The priests will go to the holy place outside the city to fetch water tonight, you Pretend to be me and follow the party out of town."

Diarmuid's eyes widened in disbelief, and after understanding the High Priest's intentions, he struggled violently.

"No, it's too dangerous for you..."

The high priest of Kish pressed the hood hard on his head, stifling the words behind him.

In the middle of the night, the priests of the Moon God Temple were all ready to go, and the ox cart decorated with sacred patterns was waiting in front of the temple gate. The high priest Nanna dragged a person in the same white sacrificial robe and shoved it into the cart unceremoniously.

"Don't rush to get off the car after leaving the city. The priests will stop at the post station outside the city. When the time comes, you get off the car and go south. You will arrive there in one day and one night."

"...Let me go, what do you do?"

He raised a disdainful smile and replied, "Miss yourself, idiot."

The sound of the wheels creaking drowned out Diarmuid's eager whispers. He looked at those golden eyes that were extremely eye-catching in the dark night, and said viciously: "Don't dare to let me hear the news that you were arrested tomorrow... "

In the early hours of the morning, the calm in Kish was interrupted by the army's door-to-door searches.The news of Prince Uruk's escape spread quickly, the reward offered by the palace was extremely attractive, and the king's order was extremely cruel.He looked at the soldiers filling the streets with normal expressions. No one would have thought that the prince of Uruk had safely arrived outside the city, just like no one dared to offend the majesty of the gods and break into here to question the priest...

The gate of the temple was slammed open, and the burly captain of the guard tore away the priest who blocked him from entering and strode forward, his eyes were as dangerous as the glinting long knife in his hand.

"Where do you think this is?" He said in a cold tone, "Go out, before the moon god condemns you."

The captain of the guards was unmoved at all, he looked around and said fiercely, "Where is that humble Uruk kid?"

He frowned and didn't answer.The captain of the guard sneered, and waved his hand to ask his subordinates to bring someone over.The woman in blue timidly stepped forward, her slightly trembling voice fell on the bluestone floor, turning into the most vicious curse.

"I saw... the high priest... brought the prince into his room... and then..."

"Enough, I admit it." He said coldly, with a calm and calm tone, as if what he said was not a capital crime called treason, "Take me to the palace."

The cold blade touched the side of his neck, he closed his eyes and raised the corners of his lips, his smile was free and willful like a child who succeeded in pranking.

I deeply love the country I serve, and I deeply believe in the justice I believe in.Before being dragged out of the temple, the high priest of Kish looked at the majestic moon god statue for the last time, and said silently: Now, I have nothing to offer except life.

"High Priest Nanna's collaborating with the enemy and treason, death penalty." King Kish's cold voice came from the opposite palace wall, and the last two words caused a deafening response.Strong soldiers carried the former high priest to yesterday's viewing platform (now the execution platform), tightly tied his limbs to the rack, and the executioner picked up sharp spikes and nailed them neatly into him palm.The copper nails were nailed into the rack through the muscles and bones, and the dull sound was like someone dying.

The spikes sank into the palms and feet, and the viscous liquid flowed down the rack, and quickly dried up into dark brown marks under the scorching sun.The tall executioner straightened up, took the longest copper nail, and tore open the skirt of the sacrificial robe.Just wait for the king's final execution order to be issued, and the copper nail will penetrate the traitor's heart.

There were thunderous cheers in the square, and the waving spears and broadswords reflected the cold light in the sun, which was the sharpest accusation against the betrayers.

He raised his head with difficulty, the blood loss and severe pain made his vision blurred, he frowned and tried to open his eyes wide, staring at the country he loved so much for the last time, the familiar square was crowded with people, and his compatriots were cheering The death of the traitor, as every time before, they hail the divine blessing brought by the High Priest.

Beautiful Kish, I wonder if you have land to spare for the soul of a traitor.With that in mind, he slowly closed his eyes.

I am well aware of my sin.But I don't regret it...

Suddenly there was a commotion in the city, and a voice pierced through all the chaos and confusion like a sharp sword and pierced his eardrums. He opened his eyes in surprise, and someone in the square rushed over quickly. The sword, wherever it goes, any obstacles are turned into dust.

The people rushing to the execution ground called his name clearly and firmly, as if the word was a talisman for his victory.

It is said that the prince of Uruk, who was released by the high priest without permission, waved a blood-red gun, and after repelling the enemy army hundreds of times larger than him, he jumped onto the execution platform with amazing agility, and the red afterimage passed in front of him , Blooming a pile of scarlet flowers, the executioner and the soldiers around the rack couldn't even scream, death had already blindfolded them.

The blood-stained young man dropped his gun and rushed in front of him, trying to untie the knot on his wrist. His trembling hands slipped on the blood-soaked hemp rope again and again, tearing the wound on his palm even more ferociously.Diarmuid cursed in a low voice, turned around and picked up a long knife, and cut off the knot and the spike together with the blade against the back of Nanna's hand.The man who suddenly lost his support fell directly into his arms from the rack, and his body, which had lost so much blood, was so cold that it almost froze half of his body.He was at a loss to wrap his arms around this cold body, and the bloody wound on his palm was so hideous that it could tear his heart apart.He gritted his teeth hard, but still couldn't help the sourness in his eyes.

"You idiot..." The person in his arms said in a vain tone but still maintained his usual aura, "Are you back... are you looking for death?"

Diarmuid did not immediately apologize to him as usual, his golden eyes looked straight at him without any hesitation, his eyes were focused and pious, as if saying goodbye.

"To die for a loved one... is simply the most extravagant happiness I can imagine."

Looking over Diarmuid's shoulder, he saw the sneering face of the guard captain.The sound of the bow string tightening revealed the meaning of that smile. The next moment, the arrows poured down like a torrential rain, and the blunt sound of the sharp blade sinking into the flesh and blood sounded like a nightmare that would never wake up. He opened his eyes wide and struggled with all his strength. But the arms around him remained motionless as if they had taken root, and the hot moisture spread along the tightly attached skin. In shock, he unconsciously raised his head, and what filled his eyes was Diarmuid's face Countless people are fascinated by the handsome face.There were red flowers blooming at the corners of his raised lips, pattering on Nanna's face and into his almost beating heart.

Diarmuid looked almost obsessively at the high priest in his arms, who was tearing his eyes open, exhausted all his courage and strength, and whispered in a gentle and decisive tone that did not expect an answer:

"I love you."

The moment he lost consciousness, Diarmuid fell into someone's arms, and a scalding liquid splashed on his face, which was so hot, it seemed like a kiss that someone couldn't ask for.

——Professor Gun’s extra episode · The end of the lead arrow——

The author has something to say: Based on the general principle of not spoiling, I will give a eulogy to Professor Gun.

The title of the extra episode comes from the story of Apollo and Daphne. The mischievous God of Cupids shot at Apollo and Daphne respectively, the golden arrow of love and the lead arrow of hatred.When I first conceived the story, I first thought of this cheating myth, but compared to Qiong Yao's "you love me, I don't love you, I love you, how can you not love me" infinite endless loop, I prefer country hatred and family feud Different standpoints are involuntary.I like these two people so much that I don't want to use those cheating love soap operas to despise their deep feelings entangled in the morality of life and death.

In my understanding, the gun brother should be the kind of person who "hits the south wall and doesn't look back". He clearly knows that many things are not good for him (such as the princess), but he can't give up for various reasons. There are so many things he wants to protect, so many that he can only keep sacrificing himself to keep them.I hope I can write about the forbearing tenderness of Brother Gun, whether it is for the country or for love.If you finally read Brother Gun's mood of "the desire of the heart, no fear and no regrets", then this article will be considered complete.

In my opinion, the professor should be a very kind person. His attitude towards Brother Gun can be regarded as being harsh in writing and read as arrogant. If you really don’t care at all, why worry about a tool that will disappear soon, dreaming about Brother Gun’s past Professor Shi's expression was very subtle, and the kind of gentle expression of mourning for misfortune and anger but indisputable anger made me unable to bear to be moved.The high priest of Kish was brought up as an agent of God since he was a child. He has no real name and no self. For him, the country and faith are paramount. But in the end, he let go of the hostages of the enemy country, and would rather bear the responsibility of treason for this. charges.The puppet on the altar may never answer the phrase "I love you" in his whole life, but he proved something deeper than love with the only willfulness in his life.

In the end, Brother Gun faced a dilemma. If he didn’t go back, the professor would definitely be executed for treason.His final choice was not to go back to save others, but to end the vicious curse with his own life.对他来说最后能不能救援成功其实不重要，重要的是他没有让自己深爱的人因自己而死——某种程度上来说，欠揍的自我满足。

The professor is actually dead, and he can't die if he is taken off the cross. That is the Son of God in the Bible.It is my obsession with HE to let them die in the last embrace. (stepmother shut up)

Small spoiler: The follow-up of "Sky Lock" "Killing God" will have reincarnation content - if there are people watching after the end of Sky Lock, really? HE will have it, and there will be sweet sex . (Is it appropriate to promise something so far away? Hey)

Uruk's vengeful army is about to launch, and Lanyan and Heihua Shining will appear in the third chapter (in fact, the Yangtze River has been silently flashing for a long time), so stay tuned.