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Although I know the other party is not simple, who is Gilgamesh?

Gilgamesh, the oldest king of Uruk, never backed down, even when he was in Great Xia.

The Great Xia government also turned a blind eye to its own actions.

Perhaps for the Great Xia Dynasty, as long as the Heroic Spirits of this level don't cause too much trouble, they won't bother with them.

The next moment, violent magical power surged from the two people opposite them, and Gilgamesh and Iskandar reacted immediately.

Even though we're all top-tier Heroic Spirits, it's embarrassing to even talk about fighting over something so trivial.

But since the other side wanted to fight, the two of them were not intimidated at all.

The four immense magical forces seemed to be vying with each other, constantly surging upwards.

"Buzz~"

Ripples appeared behind Gilgamesh, and one after another, treasures that could be considered priceless in any era emerged.

Iskandar was also surrounded by pale purple lightning.

As a conqueror king, he worshipped Zeus, the king of the gods who ruled the sky, and as his follower, he seemed to have acquired some of Zeus's charm.

"Boom~"

Just like a bubble being gently popped, everything in reality seems to be completely stabilized by some force.

Magic, lightning, and all the treasures in the Lord's Treasury—everything seemed like an illusion, vanishing into nothingness and being corrected by reality.

Then--

Then Gilgamesh saw the man in the suit in front of him gently pull out a gun.

The gun is ordinary, just the kind of handgun that ordinary people in the human world use most often.

If you saw someone pointing this gun at you on a normal day, you'd just assume they were out of their mind.

but now?

"Bang~"

"Pah, what kind of lowly punk is doing magic tricks? Times have changed!"

Zhao Zheng spat lightly, blew away the white smoke coming from the gun muzzle, and casually stuffed it into his waistband.

"Boss, come out and clean the floor!"

These were the last words Gilgamesh heard after he felt that excruciating pain.

Gilgamesh wasn't worried about his own life or death!

The Gate of Babylon contains countless treasures that can revive him, and he has also prepared many backup plans, but Gilgamesh is still bewildered.

When I first came to this country, I had imagined all sorts of ways to die.

After all, it's their territory. If dozens of heroic spirits gang up on me, I'll be outmatched.

Or some heroic spirits possess the ability to instantly die; touching themselves will kill them instantly.

Anything is possible!

This era may not have me, the King of Heroes Gilgamesh, but I, the King of Heroes, haven't had enough fun yet!

but--

I never imagined I would be killed by an ordinary, unremarkable gun used by an ordinary person!

The next moment, Gilgamesh's consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

Once the fifth floor was completely cleaned, Zhao Zheng began to examine it.

The decor is very stylish!

It has the style of its time.

The boss was a man of principle; he watched as he pulled out his gun and killed a barbarian without asking any questions.

I thought I was going to get nagged in the ear by those younger guys again~

The weather is nice today.

"Your Majesty, you said before you came that you wouldn't use any special artifacts."

Meng Tian smiled bitterly.

I am aware of His Majesty's treasure. Under heaven, all land belongs to the king; within the borders, all people are his subjects!

This is the power bestowed upon him after he unified the six kingdoms and created an unprecedented achievement; it is an ultimate ability that transcends the inherent boundaries.

But if I use it now, am I not afraid of being nagged by the younger generation?

"I didn't use any Noble Phantasms."

As he spoke, Zhao Zheng gently tossed out a pendant.

"This is--"

The next moment, Meng Tian's eyes widened involuntarily.

It was a wedge-shaped object, resembling an awl, yet very regular in shape. It looked ordinary and no different from the small pendants that cost five yuan each at the night market.

but--

Its location seems to spontaneously isolate all the extraordinary; it is like an anchor point of reality, converging all timelines except those it considers real into a single point.

Holy crap, this thing that's always been just a fantasy has actually been made?!

Meanwhile, Su Mo was completely unaware of what was happening outside.

At this moment, Su Mo was already in a fantasy world.

Su Mo understood that to change history, one must first have enough power; otherwise, even if he went to the Republic of China era, he might not be able to change anything.

After regaining consciousness, Su Mo calmly surveyed his surroundings.

This is a rather simple bedroom.

The furnishings were arranged very simply, which made Su Mo breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, if he were to end up as a beggar like in his first life, or have to go through countless years of fighting, things would really be difficult for him.

The surrounding spiritual energy wasn't very strong, but it exuded a sense of vitality and prosperity.

It's like the beginning of a new year and the renewal of everything.

"Patriarch, something terrible has happened!"

Just as Su Mo was sensing his surroundings, an urgent voice came from outside the door.

Su Mo was slightly taken aback.

Bishop?

it's me!

Oh ~

My name is Baiyue!

Today is the most important day of my life.

Chapter 124 In the West there is a god, named Jehovah!

My name is Baiyue!

Su Mo sorted through her memories and assumed the role she was in now.

This was an era of rising heroes, a time of diverse schools of thought and flourishing civilizations. Ordinary people fought each other, while the cultivation world expounded its own ideas.

Then the practitioners use the world as a chessboard to expound and practice their theories, with the winner taking all and the loser eating dust.

It is said that these 'spiritual practitioners' are all celestial beings descended to earth, with innate wisdom awakened from their past lives.

He himself rose from humble beginnings, learned some techniques of cultivators, and relied on his ability to deceive people to establish the current Moon Worship Cult.

"With the collapse of the Heavenly Pillar and the dissipation of its spiritual energy, we can only save ourselves by promoting civilization through thought."

The young people in the stands were talking animatedly, and Bai Yue was starting to feel drowsy.

"This time, we have invited Baiyue, the newly joined leader of our Moon Worship Cult, to share his thoughts with us."

The moon worship was unhurried and showed great demeanor; the original moon worship would never have been able to perform in this way.

Bai Yue scanned the crowd present.

Most of them were young people, but there were also elderly people and even toddlers. Their eyes were pure, filled with pure disdain.

Bai Yue had seen that look in his eyes many times in his memory.

To integrate into a certain circle, you will always face a lot of ridicule and setbacks at the beginning.

Bai Yue had put in countless efforts to join this circle, and in the end, she only managed to squeeze in through numerous rounds of personal connections and introductions.

This is a hard-working person.

Baiyue went on stage.

"The earth beneath our feet is round."

His words were startling, followed by a brief silence and a torrent of curses and angry rebukes.

"I once surveyed the vast ocean, but what I saw first were the ships and their sails."

I walked along a straight line for decades, only to end up back where I started.

I once

Dozens of personal experiences in a row made the sages, who were originally indignant, sit back down in a daze.

Q: Since the earth beneath our feet is round, why don't we float into the sky?

A child of about seven or eight years old asked a question.

"Because the earth beneath our feet provides a suction force that firmly holds us to the ground!"

Bai Yue answered calmly.