King's Feast

When Gilgamesh opened his eyes, the whole palace was filled with the aroma of fine wine.

The palace made of gold, humble and humble waiting for the awakening of the hero king of Uruk.

Gilgamesh rose from his golden throne.

As soon as his first feet hit the ground, slaves entered the palace.

"Pfft!"

But before the slave could open his mouth, he was immediately pierced through his chest by the long wooden barn thrown by Gilgamesh, and fell down in confusion.

"Is it another prank by some boring god?"

Gilgamesh sneered: "In this king's palace, there are such slaves who walked in without being called? Are you kidding me? Are you insulting this king!"

Blood spread from/under the body of the dying slave, quickly spreading throughout the palace.

Black and red blood corroded the entire space.

Gilgamesh stepped from the vanished ground, caught off guard, and fell into the deep darkness.

……

Gilgamesh woke up suddenly from his sleep.

He pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly.

The urgency of the war made the virtuous king of Uruk haven't had a good sleep for a long time.After finally lying on the king's table, he was able to take a nap, but the nightmare made him even more tired.

"Really...how could you have such an absurd dream."

Gilgamesh shook his head with a helpless smile, put down his hand, and looked at the battle report on the table again.

--and many more!

Gilgamesh frowned, his gentle and tired eyes gradually turned to danger.

"What a joke! How could this king do such a thing!"

"King?" A woman's doubtful voice sounded not far away.

Gilgamesh turned his head and saw the figure of the priestess of Uruk approaching.

He was about to overthrow the king's case and stopped.

There was a moment of silence in the palace.

--wrong!

"Wang? If you are not feeling well, you should take a rest first."

The priestess greeted her with concern.

Gilgamesh's chest heaved violently, and his eyes staring at the priestess became fierce.

He overturned the king's case with one hand and stood up, amidst the priestess' exclamation, he grabbed the priestess's slender neck.The strength was so great that the priestess struggled painfully but could not break free.

"King! Cough cough cough king why are you!"

"Let me go, Wang, I don't want to die..."

Gilgamesh turned a deaf ear to the priestess' questioning and entreaties, and his ruby ​​eyes were as bright red as blood.Under his powerful palm was the warm skin of the priestess.

—— Enough to be true and false.

But this is not true.

"Miscellaneous cultivator! How dare you use her skin to deceive me, and even pull me into your game! No matter which god you are, you have already angered me!"

There was the sound of bones 'cracking', and the priestess began to roll her eyes, struggling less and less.

"Why, why...won't you choose me..."

"I'm yours, buddy..."

"Crack!"

Finally, the neck bone was shattered, and the priestess lay limply in Gilgamesh's hands, looking at him with regret.

He threw away the body of the priestess casually like throwing garbage.

Gilgamesh despised the priestess mockingly: "Miscellaneous cultivators! You only used such low-quality things to deceive the king! You dared to come here without even knowing what the king's abilities are!"

The [Omniscient and Almighty Star] he held allowed him to see his end the moment he looked at himself.

——for his country, and finally died of exhaustion.

"Hey! What a disgusting thing, it's an insult to the king! For the country? Die from overwork?"

Gilgamesh didn't look at the dead priestess again, and raised his foot to walk out of the palace.

--and many more!

A strange picture suddenly appeared in front of him.

He saw the heroic spirit from the land of the east standing in a piece of gold, and he fell straight from the sky into the foul-smelling river.

That was a completely different era from the Uruk in front of him.

Then, the current body should not be his own.

Just when the image of Wu Zhao suddenly appeared in Gilgamesh's mind, the entire palace shook violently.

The colonnade collapsed and the stones flew.

Gilgamesh stood there dumbfounded.

The boulder fell down.

Blood flowed from the forehead into the eyes.

His vision was blood red.

……

Gilgamesh opened his eyes suddenly, propped up the bed and sat up quickly.

The sense of absurdity left by the nightmare still weighed heavily on his heart like a stone, preventing him from mocking the absurd and boring nightmare freely.

Lowering his head, Gilgamesh's eyes fell on himself, inspecting inch by inch.

Obviously his own body was not at fault, but Gilgamesh inexplicably felt that it was an enemy that made him angry.

The side of the bed moved.

Gilgamesh frowned, and was about to raise his hand to attack directly, but was immediately embraced by a warm body.

Long turquoise hair fell out of the loose silk quilt and rested on Gilgamesh's palm.

"Jill..."

The man's voice was a little dazed as if he had been disturbed in his sleep, and he muttered and complained to the culprit, but it was soft and outrageous.

Gilgamesh froze.

The voice was clearly close at hand, but he felt as if it came from the depths of his memory that was extremely far away but could never be reached again.The moment he heard it, his heart trembled because of the familiar voice.

It was as if he had been waiting alone for thousands of years for this call.

The mind freezes and the mind goes blank.

But the body moved on its own.

"Xiao En, did I wake you up?"

The slender arms stretched out extremely skillfully, hugging the young man coquettishly like a cat into his arms.

The tone is soft and not aggressive.As soon as the words came out, even Gilgamesh himself was a little dazed.

It wasn't until the young man breathed/blew/on his chest/chest steadily, and heard the heartbeat coming from the warm body in his arms, that Gilgamesh's brows and eyes softened, and he was finally sure that this was reality.

All the anger and fighting spirit just now are just remnants of a dream.

Ah... luckily it was just a dream.

Gilgamesh let out a long breath.

"Xiao En, I just had a nightmare."

Sleepy, the young man asked with a low smile, "What kind of nightmare can scare you, Jill?"

Gilgamesh responded with a smile: "Because, you were not in that dream."

—Losing you is my worst nightmare, Enkidu.

As if to comfort Gilgamesh, the young man hugged him back: "No, Gil, I will be with you forever."

"forever?"

"Well, forever."

Just as Gilgamesh was about to smile in relief, a burst of pain suddenly came from the depths of his mind.

It was a severe pain that wished to tear apart the soul and godhead.

--wrong!

It can't be forever!

It's not Enkidu, it's just a dirty thing that dares to replace Enkidu's identity!

"Jill?"

Aware of Gilgamesh's stiffness and coldness, the young man raised his head in confusion and whispered.

But this time, what he got was no longer a gentle response.

But a furious attack.

Gilgamesh grabbed the young man's neck, jumped up from the bed, and mercilessly threw the young man onto the ground.

Those ruby ​​eyes were burning with rage at the moment, like a lion completely enraged.

It's more like a lonely king who has been touched with a wound in his heart that must never be opened.

"Shut up, miscellaneous cultivator! Who allowed you to call me that king!"

"Damn it! How dare you insult this king's best friend and steal his appearance and name! Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!!!"

"Use your death to apologize to this king, miscellaneous cultivator!!!"

Under the anger, magic power continuously rose from Gilgamesh's spirit foundation, and terrifying power gathered around him.

The golden light is as dazzling as the scorching sun above the desert, scorching fiercely, causing pain to all who look directly at it.

It is the fear of the thirsty traveler in the desert who is about to be killed by the sun.

The golden light is solid.

Gilgamesh stared at the young man with a painful expression under his palm, and his other hand resolutely reached into the golden light, holding the hilt of the sword.

Finally, the rays of light dispersed, and the Noble Phantasm that condensed powerful magic power showed its true form.

"Look up, 【Heaven and earth leave Pi Zhi Xing】——!"

【Heaven and Earth leave Pi Zhi Xing】

ENUMAELISH

An EX-rank Anti-World Noble Phantasm held by Gilgamesh.

Any heroic spirit would never want to face it, it is enough to cut off any world and space, tear any law, and it is one of the most powerful treasures of the throne of the heroic spirit.

Finally, amidst the unstoppable fury of the Oldest King, it unfolded in a majestic manner.

The earth trembled and the sky fell.

The golden-red deviation sword with an unconventional shape was held in Gilgamesh's hand, and the moment he received the order, a huge storm immediately swirled.

All the surrounding space was forcibly drawn into the storm, rotating violently with the Deviation Sword.

With Gilgamesh as the center, the output of red power is drawn out of thin air behind him into a complex and huge magic circuit.

The space collapses, and the law fails.

The royal palace shattered together with the scenery of Uruk outside.Like a broken model, or a painting that has lost its color.

Everything fell into nothingness.

Darkness devours.

Fictional worlds are ultimately nothing but false dreams.

"Why! Jill, don't you want to be with me forever!"

"No! Jill, don't do this to me!"

"Jill, I am Enkidu!"

The pleading and crying of the young man was useless, and it only made Gilgamesh, who was already in a rage, even more crazy.

"Shut up, miscellaneous cultivator!"

"Dirty things like you are not worthy of being called the name of this king's best friend!! His brilliance, this king does not allow anyone to tarnish it!!!"

Under the rage, Gilgamesh sent the deviant sword into the young man's chest without hesitation.

The young man's body collapsed rapidly.

The fake skin on the doll was torn to reveal the dirty inside.

At the last moment of losing control of this body, Angora Newman struggled and screamed and questioned, his empty and dark eyes were full of resentment.

"Why, Gilgamesh! Don't you want to be with Enkidu forever! As long as you choose me, choose me! I can uh..."

"Pfft!"

Gilgamesh's red eyes were as gloomy as water, and he stabbed/deeper/into/his chest/chest with the deviant sword in his hand.

Angola Newman finally completely lost control of the doll, and could only rely on its status as the world constructor to forcefully withdraw its consciousness back to the Holy Grail.

Under the deviant sword, the puppet was completely shattered, not even a single ashes remained.

And the space constructed by Angola Newman also completely collapsed because of its loss of control.

Amidst the roar of the earth crashing, Gilgamesh slowly straightened up.

He lowered his head, looking at the deviant sword in his hand.Shadows shrouded his brows and eyes, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

"Because, I have already lost my best friend forever, forever..."

Enkidu.

Because of his negligence, his Enkidu will never return to his side...

……

"Huh? Gilgamesh?"

A familiar voice came from not far away with surprise.

Gilgamesh raised his head with gloomy eyes, and saw Wu Zhao's figure.

Gilgamesh:"…………"

Gilgamesh:"????"

Wu Zhao stood on the high platform built by corpses, and the long sword in his hand was inserted into the chest of the girl who was stepped on by her.

And under the high platform, every step is full of dead bodies.They wailed and screamed together, howling for Wu Zhao's act of killing the girl, and the scene was like hell of resentful ghosts.

The black and red blood confluenced and flowed into rivers, and the dead bodies were everywhere.

Even Gilgamesh felt a little uncomfortable.He frowned and looked at Wu Zhao, not knowing why he would appear in such a place and meet Wu Zhao after the Deviation Sword tore the world apart.

But Wu Zhao stood at the source of everything, but he was not afraid or worried, and his expression was as calm and relaxed as before.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Gilgamesh."

Wu Zhao raised his eyebrows, and indifferently pulled the broken sword that had been almost corroded in his hand from the flesh and blood of the dead girl, and shook off the blood beads.

"Although the world is false. But let me just say—"

"Welcome to my empire, King of Uruk, Gilgamesh."

The author has something to say: Angola Newman: I have special skills, I can step on mines with 100% accuracy

proud!

……

Gilgamesh picks up the Sword of Deviation

Wu Zhao showed a dangerous smile

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