# 1230
Chapter 1231: Resurrecting Gilgamesh
Shing—!
The sword light pierced through the clouds, instantly tearing a massive hole through the thick cumulus clouds.
In the mid-air, after releasing the Sword Saint's sword intent, Lin Qiye didn't look back. He directly mounted the [Somersault Cloud] and fled into the distance!
He was very clear in his heart—the sword left behind by Zhou Ping could kill the Thunder Beast, but it absolutely could not kill Gibil.
After all, the Thunder Beast was merely a Divine Beast with combat strength at best on the level of a Lesser God, but Gibil was a bona fide Chief God. Trying to erase him with a wisp of sword intent left behind by Zhou Ping was nothing short of a fool's dream.
The facts proved that Lin Qiye's choice was correct.
When Lin Qiye had flown far away on the Somersault Cloud, and the surging sword intent tide in the sky had dissipated, a blood-soaked figure slowly walked out from the flames.
Gibil's red armor had shattered into pieces. A ghastly sword wound that exposed bone ran from his shoulder all the way down to his lower abdomen. He was in a wretched state, with blood dripping from the red armor onto the flames, sizzling as it landed.
"That agent..."
Gibil's furious eyes swept across the area below, but he found no sign of Lin Qiye. His chest heaved violently.
He snorted coldly and was about to chase again when an old voice drifted into his ears from afar.
"The sacrifices gathered at Inanna's side are enough. Return."
Gibil furrowed his brows. After hesitating for a moment, he still stopped his movements and turned to fly toward the crescent moon boat. M..
...
"Didn't catch up."
After confirming that Gibil had turned back, Lin Qiye breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked down at the wooden chopsticks broken in two in his hand, and confusion flickered in his eyes.
From the moment he had concretized these wooden chopsticks until now, at least twenty seconds had passed, yet they still hadn't disappeared like the [Holy Grail] and the boots had... Could it be that what determined the duration of these items wasn't the "level"?
The pale blue [Star Coins] rotation gradually slowed, eventually hovering upright on the back of Lin Qiye's hand. A moment later, it began rotating counterclockwise again.
The moment the [Star Coins] changed direction, the broken wooden chopsticks in Lin Qiye's hand vanished without a trace.
So it really was the counterclockwise rotation...
Lin Qiye temporarily put away the [Star Coins] and was about to take a step when a thunderous rumble rang out from the sky!
Crack—!!
A thick bolt of lightning struck like it had eyes, slamming directly onto Lin Qiye's head. Caught off guard, dense currents of electricity surged through every inch of Lin Qiye's skin.
In less than half a second, Lin Qiye's face was scorched black and his hair stood on end.
Fortunately, his physical constitution was extremely extraordinary. Even being struck directly by a lightning bolt wouldn't pose a threat to his life.
Someone's trying to kill me?!
Lin Qiye's first reaction was that someone was ambushing him. His spiritual power instantly swept across the surroundings, but aside from a thundercloud drifting past in the sky, there wasn't a single trace of another person.
"No one..." After searching several more times, Lin Qiye spoke with suspicion, "Could it really just be a coincidence?"
He hesitated for a moment, then continued walking forward. His foot had just touched the ground when the sand before him collapsed in a spiral pattern, swallowing his foot.
Quicksand?
Lin Qiye froze. He tried用力 to pull his foot out of the quicksand, but the more he struggled, the more of him sank into the sand.
The surrounding sand collapsed rapidly. Within the span of a breath, the sand within eight or nine kilometers in all directions flowed rapidly toward Lin Qiye as the center, like an enormous desert monster frantically swallowing Lin Qiye's body.
A quicksand of this massive scale—Lin Qiye had never seen it, nor even heard of such a thing!
Lin Qiye gritted his teeth and directly drew the [White Slash] at his waist, his form slipping into the void, finally freeing himself from the quicksand sea.
However, the moment he emerged from the void, an even thicker bolt of lightning struck down again,精准地劈在他的脑门！
Lin Qiye: ...
Over the next twenty minutes, Lin Qiye was struck by nearly fifteen lightning bolts, encountered six large-scale quicksands, got caught up in three Lesser God artifact battles, and even accidentally cut his finger with the [Ame-no-Murakumo] while trying to escape from the chaotic battle.
Fortunately, Lin Qiye's strength and physical constitution were exceptional. If it had been an ordinary "Klein," they would have died a dozen times by now.
If Lin Qiye hadn't confirmed countless times, he would genuinely suspect that someone was secretly plotting against him.
"Just unbelievably bad luck... Could this be a side effect of using the [Star Coins]?" Lin Qiye, now completely scorched black, said in bewilderment.
He took a deep breath and continued forward. After an unknown amount of time, his spiritual perception suddenly detected that crescent moon boat again, along with the three Sumerian deities.
Lin Qiye stopped abruptly.
How is this possible?
They caught up?!
Lin Qiye quickly surveyed his surroundings. The nearby environment was essentially the same as before, which meant those three Sumerian deities hadn't moved at all...
So, was it him who had—through countless "disasters" altering his path—inexplicably circled around in a great arc and walked back here?
If the previous "misfortunes" were all side effects of using the [Star Coins], could this situation of circling back to the starting point also be a result of a side effect?
Lin Qiye took a sharp breath.
Lightning strikes, quicksands, artifact battles... all these things combined were far less fatal than this bout of getting lost!
Fortunately, the three Sumerian deities didn't seem to have noticed Lin Qiye's appearance. They stood in a triangular formation in the sky, staring at the crescent moon boat.
Lin Qiye's peripheral vision caught sight of the towering Wu City walls nearby. He immediately drew the [White Slash] and slipped into the void, rushing toward that pitch-black city wall.
Now the entire Treasury was under the control of the three gods. No matter which direction he ran, he would probably end up trapped in their grasp anyway. If that was the case, he might as well hide directly inside Wu City.
After several intense battles, Wu City's walls remained intact, which meant they were certainly a divine artifact. Perhaps they could conceal his presence.
In the sky,
As the moon god Nanna lightly hooked his fingertip, the crescent moon boat gradually melted, transforming into a pool of overflowing moonlight. The pool's surface rippled gently, and within the wavering light, a silhouette was outlined from the pool's depths.
Nanna narrowed his eyes and raised his fingertip. That figure slowly emerged from the moonlight pool, exposed beneath the dim sky.
The moment Lin Qiye saw that figure's face, his heart nearly stopped.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
"How is this possible..."
At this moment, the figure rising from the moonlight pool was no one else but Gilgamesh, draped in royal robes and wearing a crown!
The hazy moonlight shone on Gilgamesh's ashen-white face. His eyes were tightly shut, his expression solemn. Droplets of water dripped from the tip of his nose onto the moonlight pool, creating ripples.
It was a corpse.
The corpse of Gilgamesh, the Hero King who had ruled the Kingdom of Uruk countless ages ago.
Whether due to the moonlight pool or not, this corpse had not decayed even after thousands of years. Bathed in the moonlight, it appeared lifelike, as if merely asleep.
At the sight of this body, excitement simultaneously flashed in the eyes of the three Sumerian deities.
"Gilgamesh, you exhausted every effort before your death to hide this Treasury, not wanting it to fall into our hands. But you could never have imagined that countless ages later, your corpse would become the key for us to control this Treasury."
"Five 'Supreme' artifacts, fourteen 'Chief God' artifacts, forty-two 'Lesser God' artifacts... Your entire life's accumulation will become the capital for my Sumerian pantheon to rise!"
The moon god Nanna admired this近乎完美的身体, raising the [Holy Grail] in his hand high. The crimson wine swirled within the cup's walls, emanating a intoxicating fragrance.
His aged and deep voice echoed beneath the dim heavens:
"Gilgamesh... Return to life!"