In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Hearing footsteps, Gilgamesh looked away from the mud slab in his hand, and when he saw the green figure, his scarlet vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

But this change only lasted for a brief moment, and he quickly returned to normal, his expression becoming as calm and composed as ever.

"When you said you were going to conquer the Goddess of Monsters this afternoon, I never expected you to return so quickly." Gilgamesh put down the slab of earth in his hand and looked at Anan.

As for Jin Gu, who was standing to the side, he seemed to be completely ignored by him.

"Battles are often like this; a single moment of weakness is enough to decide the outcome," Yanan said with a smile. "With the Goddess of Beasts dead, there's no one to command those beasts. This should greatly reduce the pressure on the front lines."

"You have done very well, no, you have done even better than I imagined." Gilgamesh nodded approvingly, without mentioning any reward.

He knew that the other party didn't need such a thing, and even if he brought it up, it would only be a humiliation for them.

“I also brought you a gift.” Yanan stepped aside, revealing Kingu behind him. “Kingu, I think you should have heard of this name. He was also revived along with Tiamat. Although I’m not quite sure why he took over Enkidu’s body, that’s the fact.”

Kingu looked at Gilgamesh with a complicated expression. This guy in front of him should be his greatest enemy, but for some reason, he couldn't feel any anger. Instead, he had an impulse to get closer to him.

It's all because of this body...

Gilgamesh glanced at him indifferently, as if he were merely sizing up a stranger, showing absolutely no emotional fluctuation.

"I understand." Gilgamesh nodded. "Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me."

“Then it’s up to you.” Anan nodded and turned to leave the temple.

As he descended the steps, Anaen looked back at the brightly lit temple, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Although Gilgamesh acted normally, this very normalcy was actually the most abnormal thing.

"He's really not a very honest guy..."

He shook his head, turned, and disappeared into the darkness.

Inside the temple.

After Anaen left, Gilgamesh continued to attend to his affairs with his head down.

Kingu stood silently in the hall. Although Anaen had released Judas from his body, he had also sealed the Holy Grail within the latter's body with rune magic, so Kingu was still unable to exert any power at this moment.

It's even less likely that they can escape from here.

Time ticked by, but the two people in the temple showed no sign of speaking, and an awkward silence filled the air.

Siduri, who came to add oil to the lamps, looked at Jingu, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke: "Your Majesty..."

"It's getting late, Siduri, you should go back and rest," Gilgamesh suddenly said.

Siduri blinked, hesitated for a moment, and then gave a slight bow: "Yes, Your Majesty, please get some rest."

Gilgamesh waved his hand, and Siduri turned and left the temple.

Time continued to pass, and soon it was midnight.

Gilgamesh, having finished dealing with the last slab of earth, twisted his neck and finally turned his gaze to Kingu.

"I really want to kill you," he said expressionlessly. "In the past six months, because of you and the Goddess of Beasts, many of my people have been lost. They were all brave warriors, and each one was an invaluable treasure to me."

"Then why haven't you made a move yet?" Jin Gu sneered.

Looking at those faces that were both incredibly familiar and incredibly unfamiliar, Gilgamesh sighed inwardly and waved his hand: "Tomorrow I will have Siduri arrange a place for you to stay. You can stay there until this war is over."

"Why don't you kill me, Gilgamesh!" Kingu glared fiercely at Gilgamesh. "I told you, I am your enemy, I am not Enkidu!"

“That’s right, you only used his body,” Gilgamesh replied calmly.

Jin Gu was slightly taken aback: "Then why..."

“But you are still the object of my protection, no, my friendship,” Gilgamesh continued.

“What did you say…” Kingu stared blankly at Gilgamesh.

"Do I have to say it myself, you fool!" Gilgamesh suddenly raised his voice, "Even if our souls are different and our hearts are different, your body is still the unique Chains of Heaven in this world!"

"I..." As if intimidated by Gilgamesh's aura, Kingu subconsciously took a step back.

Taking a deep breath, Gilgamesh calmed himself down: "Of course, that guy always insists that he is a weapon. If we follow his logic, then it is only natural that I would care about you."

"After all, that was once the weapon I trusted most. You are also the successor machine, so what's wrong with protecting you?"

After saying this, Gilgamesh simply turned and left.

King stood silently in the temple, like a frozen statue.

Over the next few days, Uruk received a steady stream of good news from the front lines.

As Yanan had predicted, without the command of the Beast Goddess, the roaming beasts could no longer organize an effective attack. In addition, the Blood Temple was destroyed, and the number of beasts could no longer be replenished, which greatly reduced the pressure on the Absolute Beast Front.

Even the soldiers on the front lines have begun to take the initiative to retake the areas occupied by the monsters.

But both Anahn and Gilgamesh knew very well that the current splendor was only temporary.

As long as the Mother Goddess of Creation still exists, they will continue to face the danger of being destroyed at any time.

Before they could destroy Tiamat, their ultimate victory was still a long way off.

But in any case, being able to reclaim the lost land can at least boost the confidence of the people of Uruk.

Thanks to Morgan's efforts, most of Uruk has now been transformed into a temple.

In this city today, even if a god himself were to come, he would only be beaten up by Morgan.

That's right, I'm talking about that embarrassing Venus goddess.

When talking about Ishtar, one cannot help but mention the goddess worship ceremony, which is now well-known in Uruk.

Thanks to the efforts of Morgan and Siduri, the people of Uruk have now rekindled their faith in the goddess Venus. Because so many people are participating in the rituals, the original two-day rituals have had to be changed to once every five days.

As the faith solidified, people offered more and more tributes to the goddess Venus.

If these offerings were valued as equivalent to jewels, they would almost fill a small cart.

“That should be about enough.” Yanan casually picked up a few gems, a smile appearing on his face. “With so many tributes, Ishtar should be satisfied.”

"Don't overestimate that woman. I even doubt she'll faint after seeing these gems." Gilgamesh's words were full of disdain for Ishtar, mainly because he had learned from Anahn that she had lost the Bull of Heaven.

But she's a goddess after all, so let's just make do with her.

“You will escort these tributes to Mount Ebif. That should be fine,” Gilgamesh said.

“Of course.” Yanan nodded.

"Then let's set off. I await your good news..."

Gilgamesh waved his hand, but suddenly a loud bang rang in his ears.

"What happened?" Siduri asked in surprise.

"The sound is coming from the city gate!" Gilgamesh raised his head, his eyes sharply fixed on the outside of the temple.

"Is it an enemy invasion?" Siduri frowned.

A figure suddenly appeared in the temple. Tall and slender with graceful curves and a noble air, she was none other than Anahn's sister, Morgan.

“Someone has forced their way into Uruk.” Morgan looked at Yanan. “The intruder has a strong divine quality; he must be a god.”

“It is Quetzalcoatl,” Gilgamesh said in a deep voice, having already seen through the newcomer’s identity with his clairvoyance.

"That feathered serpent god from South America?" Yanan frowned slightly, not expecting that the other party would come to him before he even went to find him.

He nodded to Morgan.

"Let's go and greet this 'guest' who has come from afar."

Chapter Fourteen: Raising the Sword of Rebellion Against the Gods

As soon as Yanan and the others stepped out of the temple gate, they saw dust billowing and a deafening roar echoing along the city's main road in the distance, as if a maddened ancient beast were roaming the earth.

Occasionally, a few black dots could be seen flying out of the smoke and dust, some hitting the road, some hitting residential buildings, and then disappearing without a trace.

"Tsk tsk, is that feathered serpent god a bit short-tempered?" Merlin, who had come upon hearing the news, couldn't help but click his tongue. He wasn't surprised that a god could possess such great power, but what he truly didn't expect was that this god's methods were so cruel and brutal.

The Uruk soldiers who were thrown out were clearly dead beyond dead.

Although most gods are capricious, those who would kill at the slightest provocation are extremely rare.

Unless in a state of extreme anger, gods generally do not slaughter mortals.

Siduri's face turned very ugly when she saw this scene. Those who had been killed were the people of Uruk!

"The way gods think is different from that of mortals, so don't be fooled by appearances."

Yanan, however, remained remarkably calm, his arms crossed. Although the formation looked impressive, he knew that none of those people were actually dead.

A more accurate statement is that they will all be resurrected by Quetzalcoatl afterward.

"Let's go take a look."

The group arrived at the main street of the royal city, and at Siduli's instruction, the surrounding citizens and soldiers quickly retreated to a distance of three blocks.

Before the gods, quantity is utterly meaningless.

"Oh dear, it seems we have some very important guests."

Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, stood a hundred meters away from Anahn and his group, tilting his head to observe them.

“This is Uruk. If anyone should be a guest, it should be you, Quetzalcoatl,” Yanan replied calmly.

"Oh dear, it seems that's really the case. Sorry, sorry, that's just how I am. Once I get excited, I easily forget things, hehe." Quetzalcoatl scratched his head, a carefree smile on his face.

It's hard to imagine anyone being able to smile like that after killing a hundred people, as if they had only swatted a hundred insignificant flies.

But as Anahn said, that is the difference between gods and humans.

Their way of thinking is more aloof and more unrestrained.

"Quetzalcoatl, why did you come to Uruk, and why did you come to kill our people?" Siduri stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the other woman. "We have never done anything to disrespect you!"

“Oh~ you must be Siduri, right? I’ve heard people mention you, the high priest of Uruk.” Quetzalcoatl looked Siduri up and down, his eyes suddenly lighting up. “You really are a human as beautiful as a jewel. Those eyes of yours are absolutely adorable.”

"How about this? If you're willing to become my high priest, I'm open to switching sides, okay?"

Siduri paused for a moment, asking her to convert to a different faith and serve an external god.

how can that be!

“Hmm~ I’ve heard that your king is quite handsome. If he’s willing to marry me, I might consider it.” Quetzalcoatl nodded and continued.