【Shine】Vital

The war is about to start, and the atmosphere in the entire base is extremely tense. Enki doesn't care much about the thoughts of unrelated people, but he can't ignore Gilgamesh's emotions.

Of course, the sentinel's mood was not nervous, not even a little bit of fear, but mixed with excitement and desire to face a powerful enemy and killing intent.

At this time, they ended their day's combat arrangements and returned to their rooms.Before Enkidu had time to change out of his dark military uniform, his spiritual world was thrown into chaos by waves of excited murderous aura from Gilgamesh.

While unbuttoning the jacket of his military uniform, he sighed tactfully and persuaded, "Sir, I know you are very excited about the decisive battle in three days' time, but how about calming down a little?"

Gilgamesh brushed his finger across the spine of a book on the bookcase, raised his eyebrows and asked back.

"So what can I do if I calm down, provoking my fighting spirit is respect for my opponent."

"..." Enkidu didn't expect to hear the word "respect" from his mouth, "It's a good thing that you have a fighting spirit, but I'm a little worried that you will underestimate the enemy."

"Hmph," Gilgamesh dismissed it, pulled out a book, and turned to the page with the bookmark, "Iskandar, as an opponent, is not easy to win. As for Karna , I reluctantly admit that his force is worthy of my serious fight."

"..."

Although you can win against very strong people, occasionally you will lose to lesser opponents.

Enkidu suppressed his complaints, and casually glanced at the book in his hand.

"... What is in your hand?"

Gilgamesh glanced at him, "Isn't this your book?"

Enkidu looked closer suspiciously, trying to pull out clues from the depths of his memory.

"Ah, it's the book that Alexandre Dumas lent me."

The page between the bookmarks is the poem I haven't read before.

Shakespeare's Sonnet No. 18, one of Enkidu's few favorite poems.

Gilgamesh whispered.

"...

Sometime too hot the eye of heavenshines,

Andoftenishisgoldcomplexiondimm'd;

And every fair from fair some time declines,

Bychance ornature'schanging course untrimm'd;

Butthyeternal summer shall not fade

Norlose possession of that fairthouowest;

Norshalldeathbragthouwander'stinhisshade,

When ineternal lines to time thou growest:

Solongasmen can breathe the oreyescansee,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee."

His voice was low and steady, and when he was reciting poems, it was like a cello whispering love words in his ears, the light of the setting sun brushed over his golden forehead hair, he lowered his head, the blurred outline of his face and his low voice were intoxicating.

……

The bright eyes of the sky are sometimes too hot,

The golden countenance is often clouded;

All beautiful forms fade,

Accidentally broken or naturally old.

And you flourish like midsummer without fading,

Elegant demeanor will always be graceful;

Death can't make you dying,

You shall live forever in the Immortal Psalms.

As long as one can breathe and is not blind,

This poem and you will last forever.

Enkidu looked at Gilgamesh, as if the latter liked the poem very much, smoothed the folded footer with his fingers, raised his head and nodded slightly to Enkidu.

"Have you read this article? Hmph... Although the words and sentences are a bit flashy and extravagant, they are barely worthy of me," he smiled approvingly at Enkidu, "Shuicao, you have a good eye."

"..." Enkidu's literary style was immediately lost.

No, he didn't think so much when he watched it.

He changed the subject with difficulty.

"You... are about to... go to the decisive battle, do you need to exchange body fluids to balance your spirit?"

Gilgamesh glanced at him, and if Enki had ears and a tail, it must have been erected by now.

"No need," Gilgamesh refused nonchalantly, "You mind your own business. If the guide can't defeat the enemy on the battlefield, remember to hide behind the sentry obediently."

"Okay, okay...I remember."

Gilgamesh turned his back and put the book back on the bookcase, not wanting to admit that he was slightly shaken when he heard the guide's tone drop.

"Come here, you need to know the general tactics." He walked to the coffee table and spread out the map, "At that time, the troops will be divided into two groups. According to the alliance's military defense layout, Medea's troops in the Lia Plain are relatively weak, and the assassination They are not good at fighting head-on, and the only combat power worth noting is Karna; Nero is guarding the Is Plain, so Rhea attacked the Is Plain, and the Knights led most of their troops from The river goes around Leah, and then Rhea..."

Enkidu listened intently, his eyes following Gilgamesh's slender fingers as they moved across the map.

Suddenly there was a knocking sound of "tuk-tuk" on the glass window.

Enkidu was taken aback, and looked up.

A circle of white eagles on the edge of the wings stopped on the balcony and pecked twice at the closed glass door on the balcony with its pointed beak.

Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows, strode forward and opened the glass door, allowing the eagle to perch on his arm.

He unwrapped the letter on the eagle's claw, raised his arm lightly, let the eagle fly high, and left his sight in the blink of an eye.

"That just now was... the materialization of the spiritual body?" Enkidu frowned slightly and approached him, "Did something happen?"

Sentinels and guides each have their own spirit bodies, usually animals with similar natures, and only sentinels and guides who are connected and dependent on each other can see each other's spirit bodies.

Enkidu speculated that the materialization of the spiritual body just now was the ability of a certain guide, otherwise he would not have disappeared the moment he flew into the sky.

Gilgamesh didn't answer him, but opened the letter paper and browsed through the contents with a sullen face.

Enkidu heard Gilgamesh smile indifferently.

"This is really... a bold bastard."

He turned around, a scratch was thrown behind his dark coat, and his golden forehead was pushed up with the palm of his hand, revealing bright red vertical pupils full of fighting and murderous aura.

"The war is about to start early, Waterweed, don't die easily."

Enkidu opened his eyes slightly, then narrowed them and smiled.

He replied resignedly, "I promise you, sir—I'd be happier if you could call me by my first name."

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Enkidu was lying on the sofa, and his ears were filled with the sound of cicadas making long calls from the grass.

The air in the middle of the night was as cold as water, his thoughts turned, he was constantly thinking about something, his heart was beating faster than usual, and he was always restless.

Before going to sleep, he adjusted his five senses for Gilgamesh. The sentinel would not be easily awakened by external sounds, but his body still remained vigilant against killing intent.

He thought again, what Gilgamesh revealed today, and the news conveyed by the undercover agents lurking in the alliance, the alliance will sneak attack on the Is Plain one day in advance, so the Rhea troops will face Admiral Iskandar and Admiral Nero at that time The army led by the general, the knights, faced Medea and Karna in the plains of Enemyria, and Marshal Joan of Arc of the alliance might stand still at present, so the empire suppressed the Knights of Fiona to deal with it.

On the whole, except for one day earlier, there is no major change... The leader of the alliance is really a random guy, what is his name, Matou's...?

Enki didn't think about it, and put it aside, he thought of Ishtar's raised red lips, and said "you will die" to him viciously.

Lady Ningsun once experienced near-death when she gave birth to Gilgamesh.

His pheromones are out of control, his memory is recalled irregularly, and his body functions are slightly uncoordinated...

The heart seemed to be beating faster and faster, it was difficult to breathe, and even the skin began to break out in cold sweat.

He sat up from the sofa all at once, leaned against the backrest to breathe calmly, and slowly opened his eyes slightly.

The old man in memory had gray hair hanging down his old cheeks, warning him, "You are my proudest and best finished product, perfect, as created by God...so, you..."

"..."

Enkidu closed his eyes, pushed aside the quilt, stood up, and moved lightly to the door of Gilgamesh's room step by step.

He gently opened the door and smelled the metallic pheromone mixed with a faint smell of blood.

The sentinel lay flat on the double bed, with his eyes closed, his golden forehead hair was let down and scattered around his cheeks and ears, his red pupils, which were always full of arrogance and malice, were now covered by thin eyelids, and his light golden eyelashes were extremely long. Dense like a small brush.

Enkidu approached him cautiously, tried his best to relax his movements, and sat on the edge of the bed.

The edge of the bed was slightly sunken, and the white sheets showed wrinkles extending under the sentry's white palms.

He stared at Gilgamesh raptly.

The arrogant and defiant sentinel was surprisingly honest when he was sleeping. He just fell asleep peacefully. The blond hair covered half of the pillow, the pajamas covered most of the back of his hand, and he was breathing steadily with his head slightly tilted.

Enkidu looked at it, slowly bent down and lay down curled up, gently rubbing against the back of Gilgamesh's hand, showing a satisfied smile.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep almost in the blink of an eye.

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