[Comprehensive] Doudou, you don't understand love

The overwhelming whispers followed the guidance of the magic, urging the winner to make a quick decision.

The one who asked this question was a miracle of great magical power that is unique in the present world - precisely because it has the ability to realize all "miracles", it is not an exaggeration to call it a "miracle" itself.

It has no consciousness, no emotion, and is not a living thing. It just follows the inherent rules set by the creator and issues questions to the "winner".

——Its name is "Holy Grail".

However, what if the "winner" is not a magician eager to pry into the mystery of the "root"?

The Holy Grail cannot be judged, it will only obey the wish of the winner, and do its best to make it come true.

The winner of the Holy Grail War has no interest in the "root", which is undoubtedly very ironic. After all, the original intention of the Holy Grail was created for the "root"-it took half a century to accumulate energy, but in the end it became the private wish of others. wedding dress.

The Holy Grail sensed the moment the "Victor" touched it, pulled it into itself, and continued to ask:

——The "winner" who appeared in the Holy Grail was not even a magician, but an extraordinary heroic spirit.

In a chaotic core of magic power, a terrifying golden heroic spirit appeared.

The Holy Grail couldn't get a response, so he used magic power to spy on his vision, but found that he was blocked by the other party's divinity and got nothing. Therefore, he couldn't show the illusion that confused people's minds, so he had to maintain his own inner reality. appearance.

In addition to the victorious heroic spirit, the souls of five defeated heroes have returned to the Holy Grail to become nourishment, and the Holy Grail is still open, waiting for the soul of the last heroic spirit.Since the purpose is not the "root", even the souls of six heroic spirits are enough to achieve most of the miracles.

The golden heroic spirit slowly raised his eyes, and his eyes swept around, and all he could see was the disgusting, wriggling darkness and chaos.Heroic Spirit frowned, and his flickering red eyes showed bitterness: "...the inside is all there. I thought it was a miraculous treasure, but it turned out to be this kind of filth from the foolish king."

The Holy Grail seemed to be touched, and there was a rustling commotion in the chaos exuding an evil aura, swallowing the heroic spirit in the center in an instant.

Probably intending to destroy and devour the heroic spirit's divinity, the moment the heroic spirit was completely enveloped by darkness, the heroic spirit heard the whisper of "great evil".

It was the voice that brought together all the evils in the world.it asks:

Is it endless wealth?Is it a power over the world?Is it the hand that rewrites history?Is it eternal life?Or a miracle that dominates time?

But the heroic spirit remained unmoved, and only listened intently to the screams of sorrow, anger and fear mixed in the whispers of the "great evil", all because the "evil" tried to pollute him, but suffered a lot when it touched his soul. The pain of burning, that's why they screamed endlessly.

Da Ei howled and retreated, tremblingly absorbed by the heroic spirit for most of it, and the rest could only cry and curl up, and with the center of the heroic spirit standing as the center, it faded away like a tide, leaving a circular open space—— —That is the original appearance of the core of the Holy Grail covered by pollutants, a small piece of pure and innocent white realm.

The armor of the heroic spirit has been burned away by the great evil.He stood naked and unharmed in the center of the realm, and whispered in a cold and harsh tone: "So that's how it is, it has been polluted."

The so-called "miracle" is nothing more than that. It malfunctioned after absorbing a mere evil spirit.

He closed his eyes, recalling the afterimage of the battle before he came here—maybe it can't be called a battle yet—it was the scene of crushing the last lowly ant who dared to take away his precious treasure.

Thinking of this, the mind was once again occupied by harsh and violent feelings.

Heroic Spirit opened his eyes, facing the evil chaos in the endless void in front of him. The latter had long been prostrate in a surrendered posture, as if he had tamed him.

At this moment, No.6, the soul of the last Heroic Spirit, finally returned to the Holy Grail.

However, this time it was not as smooth as the previous five times.Sensing that the heroic soul of the last berserker was integrated into the magic furnace, an unprecedented fear instantly disintegrated the remaining evil consciousness of the Holy Grail, and a collapse-like shock occurred inside the entire Holy Grail!

After absorbing an evil spirit in the last Holy Grail War, the interior of the Holy Grail was polluted; and this encounter is so similar, because the No. 6 heroic soul was once contained the sewage of the Styx, and was tortured to death by the ancient evil of human desire The king is also the incarnation of extreme evil.This evil thought with a hint of divinity tore through the balanced magic environment at the core of the Holy Grail, and viciously bit another evil thought in the Holy Grail.

The Great Holy Grail, known as the "miracle", is showing another miracle at this moment; the two evil thoughts in its chest are biting and sawing each other, gradually tearing out a crack-like golden thread with the center as the boundary, and tearing the inner The realm of chaos is divided into two.The heroic spirit standing between the two realms seems to be facing some kind of choice; but after he felt the return of Berserker, the violence in his eyes dissipated instantly, and his handsome face was neither sad nor happy, slowly revealing the bone-chilling loneliness .

After a long time, the heroic spirit slightly opened his lips, and silently read out his wish to the Holy Grail.

Received the wish of the heroic spirit, the two realms that the Holy Grail had tried to maintain a balance instantly collapsed!The realm symbolizing the evil thoughts of Berserker suddenly expanded when the heroic spirit stepped in, swallowing the original evil thoughts of the Holy Grail.

In the boundless darkness, several stars of magic light converged into a golden figure, slowly revealing its true form in front of the heroic spirit.

It was a blond boy with the same eyebrows and eyes as him, with well-proportioned and beautiful bones, wearing a gorgeous ancient Messo robe, and his blond hair shone like a gift from heaven—it was him when he was still young.

The heroic spirit and the young "self" looked at each other quietly.

The latter has a pair of eyes as beautiful as his ruby, and even though he is facing him at this moment, the light in his eyes falls behind him vaguely.A moment later, the boy walked towards him, passing through his body like a phantom.

He turned his head, and the darkness behind him changed instantly.

The chaos suddenly opened, and the magic particles whirled, and a scene of a scorching plain with yellow sand all over the sky was slowly unfolded like a scroll.The wind and sand gathered from an illusion into a solid, faintly showing the shadow of a city.Commercial roads, canals, and water canals appeared one after another, and the hoofbeats of oxen and donkeys, and the voices of pedestrians became clear together with the sound of the wind.

Even though it is attacked by wind and sand every day, it is located in the Gobi and desert, and the flowers, flowers, willows and greenery are invisible to the human eye, the King City of Kish remains majestic and beautiful, and every clay-carved city wall is a masterpiece carefully carved by craftsmen.The Zababa Temple in the city has not been completely repaired, but the belief is not affected. There are scattered small altars and temples inside and outside the city.

A snow-white eagle came out of the clouds and crashed into a temple on the outskirts of the city.The eagle whistled from far to near, and the sky eagle slowed down when it dived to the top of the temple, and lightly landed on a slender wrist protruding from the corridor.

The owner of the wrist turned around, leaning against the pillar of the temple, revealing a slender figure half covered with a cloak.She teased the eagle softly for a while, then suddenly turned her face and asked, "Who's there? Come out."

Although he didn't look back, he spoke to the person hiding in the corner behind him.The sky eagle also made a short cry at the Tibetan place, as if urging it.

Immediately after the stone tablet under the corridor steps, a young man with gorgeous clothes and a handsome face appeared.He just came here and watched the moment when the eagle rose and the eagle fell.

The young man Shi Shiran walked up to the girl who was caressing the eagle, and only then did he see that she was slowly spreading wheat seeds with a handful of wheat seeds in her hand, and the square under her feet was full of wild birds that were cuckooing and pecking at them. There was no fear at all, only the birds where he was standing sang and flew away, circled for a while and then fell back to the other side to continue to grab the wheat seeds.

She turned and pulled down her cloak to face him, her quicksilver hair cascading down with the movement.

This is a gorgeous girl, and although she is far from mature, she is beautiful enough to put mature women to shame.Under the scorching sun at noon, her radiant appearance seemed to melt into the light.

This is obviously different from the skin color and appearance of ordinary Kish people, even if they guess it, they can guess their identity.The boy squinted his shining red eyes, "Are you Enmei's daughter?"

Such a special beauty can only be possessed by God's favor.In this era, gods and kings depend on each other, and there are not a few royal families who marry gods, and King Enme Baglasi of Kish is one of them.Enmei has many descendants, but they are not allowed to enter the royal palace. They usually live in various temples. He has no way of knowing which princess the little girl in the suburban temple is.

"That's right." The girl looked at the glorious blond hair of the noble boy in front of her, "You are also a royal family. The envoy of Uruk just arrived in Kish. Which son of Lugalbanda are you?" It seems In order to explain her little wisdom, the girl pointed to the gold collar on his body again: "Only people in Uruk like wearing gold and wearing gold like this."

The young man didn't think she was disobedient, but thought she was very interesting, and smiled a little.He opened his palm, and the golden wine bowl that the girl placed on the stone railing flew up into the air, twirled and landed firmly on his hand, without spilling a drop of wine.He took a sip from the bowl, and leaned lazily on the temple steps next to the girl, as comfortable as a toddler whose bones have been baked. "My name is Gilgamesh."

"I've never heard that Lugarbanda has such a beautiful son." The girl was familiar with the magic tricks of the Son of God, and she only looked at the boy's amazing face with a curious expression. "I am Urga." Only then did he announce his name in a leisurely manner. "What are you doing here?"

Unexpectedly, the little princess with the most famous name in Kish would feed the birds here. Gilgamesh put down the wine bowl in his hand and looked at her thoughtfully. "Come to Kish with the king's envoy to do business, and walk around casually."

How can a prince condescend to visit other countries with the king's envoy?Urga knew there was a difference, but didn't point it out.Naturally, Gilgamesh would not tell the truth: the battle for royal power in the palace of Uruk has become fierce, and he was squeezed out by his elder brother Shelami in the country. One, it goes back and forth, he was being chased anxiously, so he had to come here to hide.

Urga let the hawk fly again, and took wheat seeds from the shallow bowl behind him and sprinkled them on the birds.The sky was full of birds singing for joy, flapping their wings, and scrambling to grab rations.When Gilgamesh saw the luxurious shape of the shallow bowl, he couldn't help but take another look, "Is this for worshiping the gods?"

"Yes."

"Steal the god's wheat and utensils to feed the birds? Aren't you afraid of being punished for blasphemy?"

Hearing this, Urga Samah stopped his hand and turned back to smile at him. "What stealing? If the wheat and the bowl are both in my hand, then it is not God's, but mine."

When she said this, her tone was not arrogant, but full of childish innocence.

"Whatever I see, what I get, is mine."

Gilgamesh couldn't help but curled up his lips, looking at Urga with undisguised love in his eyes.

The two sat on the stone steps of the temple without speaking to each other, as if enjoying the sunshine quietly.After a while, the hawk chirped long and loudly in the sky, and Urga seemed to sense it. He looked at the place where the hawk chirped from, sprinkled the last handful of wheat seeds, clapped his hands and stood up. "It seems that the person chasing you hasn't given up yet."

As the voice fell, a man called from afar outside the hall: "Your Highness, the man has been caught." After the voice fell, a figure walked in quickly from a distance.When he got closer, he saw that this was a brave young man with a naked upper body, a bloody spear was dragged backwards in his hand, and a pomegranate was crunching and chewing in the other hand.He has a healthy complexion and black hair that shines brightly in the sun. He is a standard Kishman.When he came in and saw Gilgamesh beside Urga, he was slightly taken aback, but instead of questioning, he saluted Urga: "There are a total of three sneaky guys, all of them have been taken down."

"Emo." Seeing the people coming, Urga became happy, "Get rid of them, will you come play with me?"

Yimo swallowed the pulp in his mouth, spit out a few seeds for the birds to fight over, and said vaguely: "Your Highness, I want to protect you on the periphery, and you cannot leave without authorization."

A gust of hot wind suddenly blew up, and the scene in front of me quickly dissipated.

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[1]

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The illusion shattered and healed, and the young Urgasu whispered.

"No lapis lazuli. Rubies look better."

"Doesn't Your Highness like green gold the most?"

Urga's slender fingers pinched a small red treasure and placed it in the sun for a spin.

"The color is beautiful. As beautiful as the eyes of that fallen prince of Uruk."

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[2]

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The shattered magic particles spell out the grand scene of ancient Uruk.Passing through many walls, a man is praying in the great temple in the center.

"The king is blasphemy!" The guard Bilhe blushed and pleaded repeatedly to the new king leaning against the altar. "This is the wine used to worship Goddess Ninkashi. If you offend her, Uruk will only be able to produce sour wine in the coming year!"

Gilgamesh, the new king of Uruk who had just succeeded to the throne, slowly put the wine jar in his hand aside, showing a poisonous smile. "Now that it has come into my hand and into my mouth, it is not the wine of God, but mine."

The people the king saw were also the king's people, and even the gods could not take them away.

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[3]

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The channel connecting the two worlds is opened, and in the territory outside the world, a place created by the gathering of beliefs that can be seen from no living beings is the Hall of Valor where heroes sleep.

On the throne of the void, feeling the great magic power of the Holy Grail, through his connection with the "Thinking Body" in this world, the oldest king suddenly opened his eyes.

Legend has it that the King of Heroes has a treasure house that contains all the precious treasures in the world. Because of the people's belief in it for thousands of years, it has really become an inexhaustible treasure.The king's treasures are innumerable, including weapons that are powerful to destroy the world in this world, and ancient secret treasures of all kinds.However, at this moment, the magic power of the Holy Grail came through the passage, using the miracle of magic power as the king to concretize a treasure that he had never obtained.

It was the secret treasure stolen by the snake at the end of his journey to find immortality after he lost his friend.

So funny.

He grasped the sinister allusion to the miracle with ease.

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Tang Xiaodou woke up suddenly.

The numbness in her arm came belatedly. She looked around and saw that she was still in the library with a large tome under her arm.She looked down in bewilderment, is the tome too hypnotic?He actually fell asleep watching it—the tome is no ordinary tome, it is the Epic of Gilgamesh.

Is it because of watching this that you have such a strange dream?For a while it was the Holy Grail spitting mud (?), for a while it was the dusk of the gods (??), crackling and beating, and finally I had to stand in the flood and cry, the people of Great Kish.Xiaodou wiped the sticky tears from the corners of her eyes, shit, did she seem to be dreaming of Yimo...

She shouldn't be curious to come to the library to read the epic, it's just like the epic!I used to make a fuss about it, but now I have to dig out this stalk and chew it.Although this Jill is not Bigil, but he can't hold back the impulse in his heart.Impulse is the devil, she no longer needs swords and fires, but... to solve the current problem...

She tried to move the top tome away, and glanced at the last few lines of the epic.

It is actually very difficult to process an epic. There are many incomplete clay tablets, and many times there are missing words and sentences.Xiaodou absentmindedly draws notes with her fingers... This paragraph is about Jill's search for longevity medicine, and she plans to go back and share it with the people of Uruk, right?Forget it, don't read it.

She closed the epic and pushed it aside, revealing the high number book underneath.Professional players also need to take culture classes!

Ever since she read the dangerous email left by n', she has been uneasy for a long time.She doesn't want any presents or anything, just let her die peacefully (...) - but so far there has been no sign of trouble, her left mouse and right hand have been working on math for half a year.After such a long time, she has relaxed her vigilance a little.She stood up and followed the flow of people out with her book. It was already dark and the library was clearing people out.

Squeezing left and right from the crowd to the street outside, Xiaodou breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly walked home along the clean path.

The roadside lights seem a little dim today.

Xiaodou thought absently, and suddenly stopped involuntarily.

Inexplicably, she felt a strange movement.

...the surroundings are calm, and this indescribable perception has nothing to do with the five senses, not even the sixth sense.She is no stranger to this, and it can even be said that she is familiar with it directly to the soul - this is the perception of "magic power".

The vigilance that had been buried in my heart for a long time burst out again in an instant-staying away from peace for too long, it is not possible to return to peace after half a year of comfort.At this moment, Xiaodou could no longer control her emotions, and subconsciously took a step in the opposite direction to the most violent place——

The space in front of him suddenly distorted.

Golden magic particles spewed out from the distorted space continuously, and the streets where there were still human voices were eerily silent for a moment!All the pedestrians on the street stopped in place as if frozen, and even the smoke from the barbecue stalls froze in the night sky.

The golden energy clusters gradually converged into a majestic vortex.The hurricane rises, but the surrounding trees remain motionless—

In the vortex of magic power, first a hand covered with bright red magic patterns stretched out.

This hand pointed in her direction accurately, and without giving her any time to react, it grabbed her wrist—Xiaodou was easily pulled back by the terrifying force of that hand, her eyes wide open. He looked up in confidence.

First the hands, then the upper arms, shoulders, and then a gorgeous face illuminated by the magic light, manifested from the vortex of magic power.

The blond hair was aroused by the magic power of the turbulent flow, and the shadow of the hair kept brushing the slightly sharp brows in the beautiful eyebrows.The moment Gilgamesh opened his eyes, the fluctuation of magic power seemed to shatter the air, and also destroyed Tang Xiaodou's perception of time and space in an instant.

It's completely different from being "Erga"—probably because some ancient self-protection programs have been written into the genes, Xiaodou truly perceives that in front of him is a power that surpasses this world, and his mind goes blank for a while , almost crushed the soul by Gilgamesh's sharp eyes during the stare at each other.

The oldest king was surrounded by such overwhelming power, and he smiled at her with a hint of meanness and affection.

His red eyes reflected fire-like magic flames.