My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 770 Speech and Farewell

"Gauguin!"

"Let's go Fujimaru, the Rahmu are already surrounding us, we don't have time to wait for her to change her mind!"

In the last moment when they were separated by the prism, Fujimaru still stared at the lonely and clumsy goddess, and refused to blink until the image left on his retina gradually disappeared.

"If this is the goddess' choice, you should respect it, Fujimaru." Sakutsuki held the half-dead Kingo in one hand and supported the weak Quetzal Coatl with the other, without looking back. "If you feel unwilling, you will get it back double next time."

"I understand, Sakutsuki." Fujimaru wiped his face fiercely and followed his steps, "What should we do next?"

"Return to Uruk. The war has advanced to the next stage. Now that the monsters have played their trump cards, we should return the favor."

"it is good."

A moment later, the Uruk Palace

"The toughest opponents have already stepped onto the stage. Eridu, ruled by the sun goddess, has been massacred by them. Under the threat of the Lahmu battle group, no city is safe - we need to shrink the battle line."

Shuoyue stated the threat bluntly, turning his eyes slightly to look at the people gathered in the palace.

King Gilgamesh on the throne, Enkidu who descended as a Lancer, Ishtar, the mistress of the sky, Quetzalcoatl whose divinity has fallen, Anna, the little goddess summoned with the blood of Gorgon, Merlin, the British sage, Fujimaru, the master of Chaldea, and Archer Tomoe Gozen.

Plus there is the goddess Ereshkigal who watches over the underworld, and myself as a traveler from another world.

There were ten people in total; this was all the fighting power that Uruk had displayed before the final disaster arrived.

Compared with the Lahmu group with a number of over 10 million and the two Baal Lahmu at the main god level, there is a huge gap between them both in quantity and quality.

Furthermore, the enemy's true commander, the mastermind behind this singularity, has not appeared until now.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, by now you should know who the enemy of this singularity is at the end." Gilgamesh calmly mentioned the term, "Human evil, as the name implies, is the stain of mankind, the various disasters that destroy mankind. The more humans develop, the stronger they become, just like a cancer that eats away at the body from the inside of society."

"Wait a minute." Ishtar suddenly asked, "It is my mother who has awakened now, right? This situation should be caused by the goddess Tiamat, right?"

"The beast I'm talking about is the god Tiamat," Gilgamesh said. "The opponent we are challenging is a genuine god from the primordial world. Although he was seriously injured and on the verge of death in the battle with the cook, he was fully awakened and even recovered to his peak yesterday."

There was a brief silence. The pressure from the God of Origin made everyone's mouths dry. After Gilgamesh briefly explained, he waved his hand, and a solemn look appeared on his face:

"Let's put aside the matter of mother Tiamat. The key now is to stop the massive encirclement of Lahmu. I have ordered Uruk to enter the highest state of combat readiness. The four hundred divine seals have also been replenished with ammunition. All the soldiers who can still move have been sent to the front line by me. However, just like this..."

"Not enough." Before Gilgamesh could continue, Shuoyue shook his head and said, "The attack level of the divine seal is only A-level. It will be useless for Lahmu to defend himself. As for the soldiers--"

He didn't say anything else, but everyone knew it.

Facing a battle at the level of the Age of Gods, what can mere human soldiers do?
Gilgamesh's face darkened, and his tone hid a hint of anger: "All my magic power, the fully open Uruk Treasury, all the elite soldiers, the gods and servants guarding the battle line... Isn't this enough?"

Shuoyue still shook his head. Gilgamesh began to breathe deeply. Everyone felt that he was like a volcano that could erupt at any time. "What if the underworld is added? Don't think that I don't know that the power you hide under the goddess is also Uruk's trump card!"

Shuoyue listened to the king's angry words quietly, bit her lips lightly, and shook her head slowly and firmly.

"What on earth do you want to say, bastard! In your eyes, does my Uruk look like a wastebasket that will collapse at the slightest touch?!"

"Your opponent is me. If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time!" Shuoyue also roared, veins bulging, and he was even more angry than Gilgamesh: "You guy, even if you have to sacrifice the lives of your people, you are not willing to bow to me once!"

"Oh, how ridiculous! If I have to bow to a bastard like you, I would rather die! It's just the remaining life of Uruk. If you want it, fate can take it!"

"Gilgamesh!"

"Shut up and don't forget who committed all this, bastard!"

The young man was silent, looking grim, but still spoke in a low voice: "Why bother? Even if everything is destined to end, why not seize that brief moment of respite?"

"I have already said that I will not take it." The king on the throne sneered.

"You think so, but what about your people? To this day, there are still new lives being born—" Shuoyue took a deep breath, "Do you want to let those innocent children be buried with you!"

If the Holy King who guards Britain heard these words, he would definitely look shaken. This hesitation stems from her compassion.

However, the one who sits on the throne now is a tyrant and dictator from Mesopotamia, a heroic king who defines himself as the axis.

The king of Uruk is never merciful.

Facing Shuoyue's angry eyes, he stood up without changing his expression.

"The destruction is finally coming. We have about two days left. However, you don't need to collapse with Uruk."

Facing the surprised eyes of the people, Wang said loudly:
"If you want to survive, go to the North Wall! If you want to fight, become the cornerstone of Uruk!"

Everything was silent, except for Gilgamesh's passionate voice, which echoed in the palace and was transmitted to the entire city through the magic amplification circle.

"Time ends at dusk. Go and say your final goodbyes to your family and friends!"

So frankly, sacrifice and survival are put on the table for the people to choose.

After the speech, Gilgamesh calmed down, turned around, brushed past the new moon, and returned to the throne. "Do you see this majestic city? This is the dignity and glory of this king, cook." He said softly, arrogantly, "Until you have used up your last bit of courage and shed your last drop of blood, this king will not allow you to tarnish our glory."

Shuoyue gritted his teeth, slowly exhaled the foul air, and walked away with a cold smile: "Whatever you want, but remember, as soon as I determine that Uruk has lost his ability to fight, I will immediately take over the battlefield."

"Hmph, whatever you like."

After Shuoyue left, Gilgamesh ignored the heavy atmosphere in the palace and fell into deep thought. After a long while, he looked at Fujimaru and said, "This search has been quite bumpy. Thank you for your hard work."

Fujimaru laughed dryly: "It's okay, it's the king..."

"Don't worry about our quarrel." Gilgamesh saw at a glance that Fujimaru was hesitant to speak, and raised the corner of his mouth in a playful manner, "It's just a difference of ideas. It's better to say that I admire his behavior."

"appreciate?"

"Yes." Gilgamesh's smile became more and more strange. "At least it proves that no matter what happens, that guy will come back happily and serve my Uruk until his death... Tsk tsk, in modern terms, he is a perfect tool."

"Uh..." Fujimaru frowned, and Enkidu beside him smiled and said:
"Gil, as a Servant, I can't pretend I didn't hear what you just said, okay?"

“It doesn’t matter. That guy knows it in his heart, which is why I am so angry about him. Hahahaha…” Gilgamesh laughed happily. “It’s a good thing that this cook ran away with his tail between his legs. Otherwise, I am really looking forward to his expression now.”

You even betray your own people. You are worthy of being the Hero King!

The corner of Fujimaru's mouth twitched, but he didn't notice that Merlin beside him remained silent the whole time. He just watched King Gilgamesh laughing with his head raised, with a glimmer in his eyes.

Perhaps because of their similar nature, as a half-sucker and half-human, he could understand to a certain extent the reason why Tian Zhiqie, who was also a non-human, was truly happy.

Gilgamesh, who sits on the throne, is the judge who judges mankind impartially. So although he will protect [humanity], he will not take special care of [individuals]. The reason why he is interested in and likes humans is because this king believes that what humans create is valuable. In other words, "Although humans themselves are boring, what humans create has value." This belief made him sit in the palace of Uruk.

On the other hand, Shuoyue, the last knight - can no longer be described as a simple "human". He does not have the same feelings for humans as King Arthur and Altria. The reason why he defends Uruk so attentively is only based on the simple idea of ​​"This is a place that people I recognize want to protect. In this case, I should give them a hand."

If there is no one he cares about, even if the world is destroyed in front of him and all human beings die out, he will have no psychological burden at all. He may even raise his glass and appreciate this rare scene.

After realizing that humanity would be destroyed, these two bad-tempered guys reached a consensus earlier than anyone else, formed an alliance without words, and worked together to delay the destruction of this singularity until now.

Such similar beliefs that they could resonate with each other were beyond the reach of even Enkidu, their best friend - and this was the reason why Gilgamesh laughed.

"What a beautiful encounter, what an interesting story..." Merlin whispered to himself and closed his eyes contentedly, "There will never be another strong and gentle soul like these two."

Not a friend is better than a confidant.

They are so incompatible, yet they trust each other so deeply.

"Merlin, are you daydreaming again?" The King of Heroes called out to Merlin, who was immersed in his emotions, and opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

"Your orders, King."

"Don't act funny now. Success or failure will be decided in these two days. I want you to show your determination to die." Gilgamesh waved his hand without question. "I'll leave Gorgon to you, Fujimaru and Anna. Find out why she suddenly lost control and try to bring her back to Uruk. Before the attack of Rahmu and his men arrives, we must unite all the forces that can be united."

No one objected. Even the king who had died from overwork several times never complained about the hardship or tiredness. How could the others rest? After a brief explanation, Fujimaru and the other two immediately set off and headed for the dangerous northern shore of the Persian Gulf again. After watching them leave, Gilgamesh turned to the sergeant next to Siduri and said:
"How's the transfer going?"

"Even though we conducted a rehearsal in advance, we are still short of manpower," the sergeant replied ashamedly, "At this rate, we won't be able to lead all the citizens to evacuate before sunset."

"Really?" Gilgamesh's eyes flickered, and Siduri saw the king's embarrassment and took the initiative to step forward.

"My king, please let me go."

But before she finished her words, she was met with a ruthless rebuttal:
"No, Siduri!"

No one had ever seen Gilgamesh so angry. He was like a golden lion with his hair and beard standing up, staring fiercely at his most respected high priestess, silently threatening her.

He didn't allow her to leave his sight.

The sudden response made Siduri take a step back. She stared at the king who suddenly took a tough attitude with blank and innocent eyes. After a long, long silence, her eyes trembled slightly, and she lowered her head and stared at the clay tablet in her arms.

Finally, she closed her eyes resignedly, raised her head slightly, and when she opened her beautiful eyes again, she looked earnestly at the king whom she had served for countless years, with the corners of her mouth curved in a peaceful smile.

Those light grey eyes contained an irresistible tenderness, just like an elder sister, causing even the high and mighty king to avoid her gaze as if it were burning.

"Really? Then... go ahead..."

"Excuse me." Without much reluctance or lingering feelings, the chief priestess bowed as usual, turned around, and disappeared at the end of the gate.

That beautiful figure gradually faded away.
"Do you need me to follow you?" Enkidu asked sympathetically.

"No need." After a brief moment of weakness that seemed like an illusion, Gilgamesh returned to his cold and capable appearance. "It's not worth using your level of combat power to evacuate the people. Let's go. We have more important things to do."

Turning his head to the side, his eyes penetrated the wall, as if he could see everything that happened in the divine tower. The king narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself.

"A hysterical clay doll... Ha, could it be that after the Holy Grail was taken away, its heart was also lost?"

(End of this chapter)