Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

Besides, even if he tried to stop him, Xia Yuan would definitely do it, and this was not a fate he had forcibly decided, but a choice made by the soldiers on their own initiative.

After a long time, Gilgamesh sighed slightly, stopped talking, and waved his hand gently to signal Xia Yuan to leave.

However, the fatigue on his face seemed to have worsened at this moment.

Xia Yuan didn't say anything more. He just nodded slightly, then stood up and walked out of the divine tower.

When leaving, he turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of the sacrificial tower.

Warcraft... Demon Pillar...

Very good, very good, you better pray that I prepare slowly.

Otherwise, you will face the true wrath of the Third Magician...

The offense and defense need to change.

Chapter 217 I will cure all diseases and you will be reborn

"Your Majesty King Ur."

In the sacrificial tower, Xidulli, who was still busy, saw Xia Yuan coming, gently put down the clay tablet in her hand, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Welcome back."

"Well, I'm back."

Seeing Siduri, Xia Yuan also nodded slightly, but did not stop. Instead, he continued to walk deeper into the divine tower, passing by Siduri in front of him, and then spoke.

"Chief Priest Siduri, help me count all the wounded in the divine tower. I have something very important to do next."

"What? Why are you..."

Xiduli obviously couldn't understand Xia Yuan's intention.

So after hearing Xia Yuan's request, her gentle expression froze for a moment. She turned back and wanted to continue asking, but saw that Xia Yuan's figure had disappeared into the depths of the divine tower.

There was only one gentle voice echoing in her ears: "Tell those soldiers injured in the war that the Ascension Ceremony is calling. I will heal all the pain, and they will be reborn."

Incomprehensible words, incomprehensible intentions, but a strong sense of uneasiness quietly rose in Siduri's heart.

She wanted to ask more questions, but where was Xia Yuan? Only the dim fire in the priest's tower was still swaying.

"Um……"

Forcibly suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, Sidulli pondered for a moment, then nodded, her eyes revealing a hint of determination.

Holding the clay tablet tightly in his arms, he followed Xia Yuan's footsteps into the darkness and quickly followed.

……

……

Deep inside the Priest's Tower.

Originally this was a sacred place for worshiping gods, but now Gilgamesh has transformed it into a medical room that can accommodate many wounded people.

The priests who stayed here, while handling their own duties, also shouldered the sacred mission of caring for the wounded.

No one complained about this.

"Really... what kind of words are these..."

"Although I had expected it, when I saw it with my own eyes, I still found it hard to accept..."

Xia Yuan looked calmly at the scene in the room inside the priest's tower, the messy mud beds, and the warriors lying on the ground leaning against the beds and walls.

These included warriors from Uruk, as well as many soldiers from Ur who had been badly wounded while traveling through Mesopotamia.

Although they are mortals, they are all elite soldiers from the Age of Gods. Their own strength cannot match that of the gods and servants, but they are by no means fragile guys.

Each of these warriors has the power to rival multiple monsters. They are the soldiers that Gilgamesh is proud of, and the backbone of the defense against monsters.

However, this army, which is usually armed to the teeth and has undergone devilish training beyond Sparta, can be said to be the embodiment of human will and spirit. But now it has lost its original dignity and can only lie on the cold ground in the priest tower with its four legs in the air, looking up at the dim ceiling of the sacrificial tower.

It's really embarrassing...

At this moment, many soldiers who had lost their limbs and were no longer able to fight could not hold back their tears.

Last night, he was still fighting for the human heroes on the walls of the Warcraft Front. But now he could only lie there quietly like a corpse, being cared for by the priests.

Not only did he lose his ability to move, but he also became a burden to Uruk.

Such a huge contrast in situation made them feel difficult to accept.

Many people even cursed the cruelty of Warcraft and their own incompetence.

Why not just eat him and end his painful life? Why let him wait for death in the tower with such a broken body? Why can't I be more heroic? Like my comrades, I died gloriously on the battlefield last night.

Some people also prayed to Ereshkigal, the Mesopotamian mistress of the underworld, praying that the goddess who ruled the underworld and brought death would take away his soul and life and end this pain.

Sadness, pain...

All kinds of emotions filled the divine tower.

Such a scene can't help but make people look sideways.

"Chief Priest Xiduri, please report the specific situation here to me first..."

Seeing such a heart-wrenching scene before him, even Xia Yuan, who had already anticipated the situation here, fell completely silent.

There were many deaths and even more seriously injured. At this moment, they had completely lost their ability to fight. Under the huge change in situation and the torture of severe physical pain, most of these soldiers had lost their desire to live.

They kept begging the high priest Siduri to give them a quick death and not let them linger here in this half-dead state, which would only become a burden to Uruk.

But no matter how they begged, Siduri would never agree to such a request.

She simply comforted every soldier present, then prepared food and water for them, and told them to survive strongly and never give up hope.

But she also knew that her words could not solve the current problem.

For these warriors, perhaps returning to the underworld is indeed far better than continuing to suffer here... But Siduri knew that this idea was not correct, so she did not agree to these warriors who were determined to die.

"Your Majesty, King Ur, due to the sudden attack by the Warcraft some time ago, there were thousands of wounded soldiers on the Warcraft front... They are now being placed in various places in the sacrificial tower for recuperation... The wounded soldiers from Ur who traveled through Mesopotamia and arrived here were also placed here. They are currently receiving treatment on different floors..."

"We are now in the depths of the tower, where the most seriously injured soldiers are kept... As you can see, many dying soldiers have collapsed... They are still praying to Lord Ereshkigal for death..."

As the chief priest of Uruk and the real person in charge of the Priest Tower, Siduri knew everything about the situation here and immediately arranged and transferred all the wounded inside the tower. She was worthy of the title of Gilgamesh's most outstanding deputy.

"That's it..."

Xia Yuan nodded slightly after understanding the situation, and then asked Xidulli: "Then, Chief Priest Xidulli, is there a way to quickly gather all the wounded?"

"Gather together? Huh? What are you going to do?" Sidulli asked puzzledly.

"It's very troublesome to explain the specific situation. Anyway, let's gather everyone first."

"Next, I will grant the warriors unrivaled power and new life, and give them a chance to make the monsters pay with blood."

Xia Yuan didn't have time to explain his next plan to Xidulli. He just glanced at these soldiers, most of whom were disabled, and then spoke indifferently.

"Don't ask too much, don't think too much, just do it. You will understand it soon."

The indifference revealed in the tone made Siduri feel a little unfamiliar, but since Xia Yuan appeared here, it meant that Gilgamesh acquiesced.

This was also the order of King Ur, and all she could do at this moment was to obey it silently.

"Yes……"

Chapter 218: The Unstoppable Ascendant Army

The day passed quickly.

When Siduri directed the citizens to move all the wounded in the Priest Tower to the Uruk Square which was large enough to accommodate everyone, the sky above had already darkened.

This means that another day has passed quietly.

Today's Warcraft front is still filled with the blood and sacrifice of warriors.

There is still no sign of this war stopping.

People were dying and sacrificing all the time, and more people were being carried to this square.

In the square of Uruk, the sky above was pitch black, without a trace of light.

Not to mention the familiar and long-awaited moon, there was not even a single star to be seen in the deep night sky.

The soldiers lying on the cold ground of the square could only look up quietly, gazing at the sky they had seen countless times.

Tears couldn't help but fall from my eyes.

In the past, they would never have imagined that their world would be occupied by endless monsters.

The gods have disappeared, and the only human civilization left in Mesopotamia is the lonely city of Uruk.

They are the last humans on this continent, and the only remaining humans, who are fighting and struggling with monsters on this continent.

In fact, a long time ago, many of them were not warriors, and some were even citizens of city-states outside Uruk.

Even because of land disputes, their city-states would occasionally have frictions with Uruk, and sometimes they would secretly curse Gilgamesh's cruelty and arrogance, because Uruk, led by him, always occupied the most resources.

Even though their lives were not very wealthy, they were still very happy. Many of them had children, wives, and good friends. They only needed to continue living under the protection of the gods and the guidance of the king of the city-state.

But who could have imagined that the disaster would come so quickly and without any warning.

It seemed that from one day, the statues of the gods in the tower suddenly lost their light, and the priests in the tower could no longer hear the guidance from the gods. Then these terrifying monsters came from nowhere and swept across this land that lost the protection of the gods.

Their power was incomparably strong, and their numbers were boundless. Under their tidal-like attack, the city-state's defenses were like mud, and were mercilessly washed away by the torrent of monsters.

The battle situation can be said to be overwhelming.

As a result, they lost their homes, their families, and everything they had.

The king died for his country, and countless warriors were eaten alive by monsters before his eyes. Before his death, the old priest was still shouting the name of Enki, longing for the protection of this benevolent god.

But this time the great god Enki did not respond to the call of mankind as he had done before, and once again dedicated himself to this land to show his omnipotent miracles.

As the tower of the god Enki completely collapsed under the impact of the monsters, everyone realized that the gods had left this land.

This made the remaining humans panic. Countless city-states began to go crazy when they realized this fact. Countless kings prayed to God for help at the top of their lungs, but to no avail.

Finally, at the most desperate moment, the king who was once hostile to all city-states, the king who had disappeared for a long time, the heroic king Gilgamesh, stood up again.

This king who shone as brightly as gold did not despair or lament like other kings, and he did not constantly pray to the gods for help.

He stood up bravely, and demonstrated the so-called kingly demeanor with his wisdom and kindness.

First, he opened the city gates to accept people from other city-states to join Uruk, and then mobilized everything without sparing any effort to build an indestructible Warcraft battle line on the outskirts of Uruk, successfully blocking the unstoppable pace of Warcraft.

At the moment when they saw the Warcraft was stopped, many outside residents fell silent. They were speechless and could only stare blankly at the golden king whom they once slandered as a tyrant.

They also began to join Uruk wholeheartedly, became the people of Uruk, became the warriors of the Golden King, joined Uruk, the last fortress of mankind, and resisted the unstoppable flood of monsters.

Under Gilgamesh's command, everything was clearly moving in a positive direction.

Until the catastrophe that happened not long ago.

More and more bizarre monsters joined the battlefield. Countless pillars of flesh and blood covered with eyes stood on the battlefield, ignoring everything with cold eyes.

They were like demons, so powerful that people had no chance to resist them. The entire Warcraft front was torn apart in the blink of an eye.

As soldiers, they could only watch the purple light coming, their bodies shaking uncontrollably, unable to think of resisting at all.

Faced with a disaster of this magnitude that could destroy a nation, fear is a luxury.

Compared with this kind of monster, those magical beasts seem to be nothing.

Can't win, can't win at all...

How can we win against a monster that only exists in fairy tales? ! !

He roared at the top of his lungs, then lost his limbs in the purple light released by the Demon Pillar, becoming completely disabled.

If it weren’t for the heroic warrior named Spartacus, he bravely rushed out when the Pillar of Flesh and Blood was about to completely destroy the battlefield.

His tall and majestic figure was like the mythical god Marduk. He bravely crossed the tide of monsters and destroyed the giant pillar of flesh and blood alone.

He also saved his life.

But what’s the point of surviving?

At this moment, he was already a disabled person, unable to even fight. The severe pain in his body was tormenting him all the time.

Tired, so tired...

He is already too tired of living...

He kept running away, fighting non-stop, and then lost his life... Anyway, the final outcome was death. At this moment, he had done everything he could and was worthy of his life.