Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

Longbo gazed at the blond youth before him, sensing the extreme destructive power emanating from him, and asked meaningfully, "How much longer do you... have?"

Lonbo could clearly sense that Gilgamesh was only a part of the positive soul fragment, but even so, it still contained powerful destructive force.

If even a positive fragment of a soul is like this, one can imagine what kind of situation the original body is in now.

As Longbo's voice faded, the air became deathly still, and looking up, all was silent.

Under Lombard's gaze, Gilgamesh stiffly turned his head and calmly looked at Lombard. On his handsome face, a skeletal face containing endless pain and sorrow flashed by.

The magnificent palaces and prosperous cities flickered like a bad signal, revealing a hellish scene where passersby transformed into demons forged from flames and skulls, only to quickly return to their bustling appearance.

The fragment named Gilgamesh remained silent for a long time before finally giving its answer: "It could be a thousand years, or it could be the coming tomorrow."

"I will completely transform into another being..."

Chapter 219 A Thousand Years

Gilgamesh's words were clearly carried by the breeze to Lonbo and Enkidu.

Longbo seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this.

Enkidu also realized that something was wrong. Since recently, a series of conversations among the group had taken place that he did not understand, and the conversation between Gilles and Lombard made him vaguely aware of something.

Unknown fragments of memory played out in his mind like a shattered film. The scenes, which were unprecedented yet strangely familiar, made Enkidu's heart pound and his pupils tremble violently.

He instinctively looked at Gilgamesh, wanting an answer, but quickly fell silent again.

His intuition told him that all he needed to do now was remain silent, and that Jill would soon explain everything to him, just like they always had in the past.

Beside him, Gilgamesh also noticed his gaze, and the sadness in his heart grew stronger. Recalling the past, all that remained was a silent sigh.

"Less than a thousand years."

Longbo muttered to himself, his thoughts rapidly expanding. After meticulous calculations, he finally arrived at a conclusion.

That's enough.

At its current rate of absorption, the main body can completely devour all the other dimensions in just a few hundred years. At that time, it can merge its own consciousness into the expanding infinite spacetime and complete the final leap.

Therefore, if Gilgamesh could hold out for a thousand years, it would be more than enough time for Longbo to return.

By then, I can't guarantee anything about the other dragons, but at least humanity will be able to continue.

After a moment's thought, Longbo gave a relatively conservative answer: "One thousand years. If you can persevere for one thousand years, everything will be resolved."

"Within this thousand years, I will complete the final step and bring purification here."

"But if you become something else before that, and personally lead all of humanity to ascend to the Warp, then we will have no choice but to annihilate you and all the humans who have become Warp beings."

Longbo gazed into Gilgamesh's weary yet gradually brightening eyes and said, word by word, "You'd better be able to hold on."

Although Longbo still cares about humans and other life forms, it doesn't mean that he would take risks for these lives and come here prematurely when there is no chance of victory.

Therefore, if Gilgamesh fails to persevere, Lombre will only sigh inwardly and then regard him as an enemy, uniting more forces.

Even if there is an extra demon army in the subspace, Longbo can guarantee to pull out an equivalent fighting force from the arcane universe, ensuring that every demon army in the subspace can be assigned a "Land of Light".

The power of light is specifically designed to counter these chaotic entities composed of negative energy and malice.

What is there to say?

As long as Luna brings light into the warp, everything will be alright.

A thousand years?

Gilgamesh laughed upon hearing this. He recalled the power of miracles and hope that he had just seen. A ray of light rose in his heart, which had been filled with despair, as if it were the first ray of dawn before the dark old night disappeared.

"If we persist for another thousand years, will humanity be able to achieve salvation?"

Gilgamesh repeated the words, and his previously exhausted body and mind seemed to surge with boundless power.

“Then I will stay until you return here and bring the light that purifies this place.”

In his tens of thousands of years of life, he had never looked forward to a day as much as he had to this moment.

If we can persist for just one thousand years, humanity, and even the entire universe, can be saved, and the chaotic subspace can be purified.

He was willing to pay any price for it, even if it meant burning his soul, until the very end.

If humanity can escape this future shrouded in perpetual darkness and despair, then it will be worthwhile to give everything, even until the very end, until nothing is left.

The fragment of Gilgamesh's soul looked back at Lombre's phantom, its eyes revealing endless anticipation for that day.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind at that moment, and all the words that came to his lips were reduced to just one: "Hope remains..."

In the aftermath of a great rebellion that swept across the galaxy, humanity swayed in the winds of change, struggling aboard a decaying vessel called the Empire.

Humans can see the ship decaying every day, and even the sacrifice of countless lives can only slightly slow down the rate of decay.

Humanity struggled in this despair for ten thousand years until, ten thousand years later, it finally saw the true dawn.

Gilgamesh's thoughts began to wander, and he realized that some of his original plans needed to be adjusted.

Almost everything that was originally done had to be disrupted, and things that should be discarded no longer needed to consume resources.

Many unnecessary planets no longer need to be defended; all available resources should be gathered to ensure a longer period of survival.

Moreover, the territory covering the Milky Way must now be shrunk, as an excessively large territory is more prone to problems and is much more difficult to manage.

His descendants must also return ahead of time; only by utilizing their individual strengths and talents can they better accomplish this mission.

His thoughts raced, countless grand plans swirling in his mind, all he could do was wait for this meeting to end before officially beginning preparations.

But before that... he needs to understand more about the power that Longbo brought.

Gilgamesh asked again, "I want to know what kind of power you have brought."

Once he had a better understanding, he first coordinated with the reinforcements based on their strengths and different styles.

However, the answer he received plunged him into a long silence.

Lombre could see right through Gilgamesh's thoughts. Considering the horrific state of the empire he controlled, Lombre found it hard to imagine how the Giants of Light would react upon seeing humans transformed into such a grotesque form.

He also found it difficult to describe the Kingdom of Light and the Kingdom in words. After a moment of thought, Longbo's illusory figure dimmed a little more, and a ball of light containing an astonishing amount of information condensed in his hand once again.

When faced with Gilgamesh's question, Luna gently tossed the ball of light in his hand toward him.

Gilgamesh didn't think too much and directly crushed the ball of light. Strands of light entered his soul fragments, and a massive amount of information poured in.

In these cinematic scenes, He saw energy life forms that were tens of meters tall, weighed tens of thousands of tons, and could easily destroy planets with their immense energy.

The sight of these energy life forms protecting various planets, and their willingness to give their lives for creatures they didn't even know, moved him deeply.

He was even more shocked by those scenes that were almost idealistic, enough to make these life forms unleash astonishing combat power, but new problems followed one after another.

These energy lifeforms undoubtedly possess chaos resistance surpassing that of all humans, but such peculiar existences are bound to attract the attention of the four Overlords deep within the warp.

If they were to personally engage in corruption, it could very likely lead to a terrible disaster.

But soon, within the message of light, two more towering figures reappeared, radiating a light that was both sacred and dazzling.

The moment Gilgamesh saw them, his recent doubts vanished. If such beings had followed, then there was nothing to worry about; the so-called corruption was indeed a minor issue.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, it was enough for Gilgamesh to realize what level of life forms these two beings were.

Two sacred figures, and the soon-to-be-ascended Longbo—if he could still maintain his consciousness by then, it would be more than enough for him to fight to the death with the four bastards deep in the warp.

As Gilgamesh pondered this, the scene before him continued to change, but this time it transformed from a being of light into an ordinary creature.

This time, what appeared before him was a figure that felt extremely familiar.

Golden armor, a robust physique, and vast, godlike spiritual energy—all these signs pointed to his identity being highly similar to her own.

He used a time portal to traverse the galaxy, built a vast empire, created powerful genetically modified warriors, and annihilated all powerful alien creatures.

He single-handedly defeated four troublemakers in the warp, accomplished everything, and successfully retired to a peaceful life.

"The King of Space..." Gilgamesh fell silent, his eyes filled with endless longing and yearning.

These are essentially the things he has dreamed of and struggled for for tens of thousands of years; everything he has done is for this purpose.

Whether it's leading humanity to rule the galaxy, killing the four gods, or retiring afterward, these are all futures he dreams of.

However, reality differed from Gilgamesh's expectations. He did not accomplish everything smoothly; instead, due to betrayal and scheming, things took a turn for the worst.

Now, he sees someone who is very similar to himself successfully accomplish all of this, which makes him very emotional.

He could clearly see that the King of Space and himself were highly similar in many ways.

Gilgamesh couldn't tell whether he was his alternate dimension counterpart or the Space King was his alternate dimension counterpart, and it wasn't a big deal, so there was no need to care.

All he knew was that someone very similar to himself, who had accomplished all his goals, would soon arrive here to purify the subspace.

In just a moment, Gilgamesh took in all the information contained within the ball of light, regained his senses, and stared at Lombre's increasingly dim phantom.

Gilgamesh smiled again, as if he had returned to the spirited and dashing figure he was when he was known as Gilgamesh. He spoke with a smile, "Before you leave, may I ask you to do something for me?"

"Speak." Longbo's phantom gradually disintegrated.

Gilgamesh met the eyes of the phantom of Lombre and said calmly, "Kill me."

His voice was very soft, as if nothing concerned him.

This voice contained Gilgamesh's prediction of his future and his worst-case scenario, which he would not allow to happen.

Longbo's phantom gave Gilgamesh a meaningful look, and finally nodded: "Alright."

He saw that Gilgamesh was worried that he might become a source of trouble and affect the humanity He loved so much, so He asked that after everything had come to an end, He should kill him and obtain eternal rest.

As the sound faded, Longbo's phantom completely disintegrated, returning to its original state as energy.

As for that unfortunate Predator, Longbo paid it no heed and didn't care about the mission's failure.

After he left, Gilgamesh looked into the distance again, reminiscing about everything that had happened.

At the location of the arena, the gaunt female warrior stopped toying with the alien and decisively severed its head. Emerald green blood splattered, and the massive body convulsed and fell, lifeless.

Only after their conversation ended did Enkidu step forward to face his friend.

“Jill, I… I feel like something’s not right.”

Whether it was the strangeness of this world or the content of the conversation between Gilgamesh, Ishtar, and Lunaeber's phantoms, he was puzzled and eager for answers.

Enkidu's signature voice, however, caused Gilgamesh's expression to turn sorrowful once more. He slowly turned to look at Enkidu, his eyes becoming vacant, his lips slightly parted:

"I'm sorry... Oh..."