# 1239
Chapter 1240: Shattered Treasury
Two [King] Laws simultaneously extended into the King's Treasury, like two purple giant pythons, frantically competing for control.
A series of muffled thunderous explosions rang out from the heavens, the earth shook violently, and countless divine artifacts were swept up in some kind of vortex, beginning to spin erratically in the air.
As time passed, the divine artifacts in the air began to visibly shift toward Gilgamesh with the naked eye.
Swish—!
In the puppet Hero King's hand, that [Scepter] suddenly flew out, caught in the divine artifact vortex, as streams of golden divine power transformed into torrents and returned to Sun Wukong's body.
The puppet Hero King was, after all, merely a resurrected corpse. Even though Nanna had exhausted his efforts trying to control the [King] Law, he still fell short compared to Gilgamesh in his prime.
In this contest of laws, the scales of victory began to tip in Gilgamesh's favor.
"Go interfere with him!" Nanna's expression turned grim as he spoke.
The moment his voice fell, the fire god Girsu and the goddess of love, war, and fertility Ishtar simultaneously dove down toward Gilgamesh below, two terrifying waves of divine might descending upon the mortal world.
Upon seeing this, Gilgamesh, who had been focused on contending for the King's Treasury, narrowed his eyes.
At that moment, a figure draped in a gold-red battle robe crashed into the earth like a meteor!
BOOM—!!
Sun Wukong stood not far from Gilgamesh, his blazing golden eyes squinting as he gazed at the two approaching figures. He spoke calmly:
"Focus on your own business. These two... leave them to me."
He stomped both feet against the ground, transforming into a golden bolt of lightning, directly rushing toward those two figures!
Gilgamesh watched his departing figure, confusion flickering in his eyes.
"Who is he?" This was the question from the Hero King of the past.
The Gilgamesh inhabiting this body fell silent for a moment. "A friend."
"A friend?" The Hero King was stunned. "You still have—"
"Don't chatter." Gilgamesh cut off the Hero King's words. "Did you see that gilded red staff among the divine artifacts? Grab it first."
"...Alright."
Gilgamesh gestured with his hand, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang descended from the clouds, curving mid-air and flying directly toward Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong sensed it in his heart. He reached out and grasped the Ruyi Jingu Bang, glanced at Gilgamesh below, and laughed lightly:
"Not bad, you still have some conscience."
Sun Wukong held the Ruyi Jingu Bang in hand, his gold-red battle robe fluttering in the wind. Those golden eyes blazed with soaring battle intent as狂暴的神力以他为中心激荡！
A massive Heaven-Equaling Avatar slowly rose up behind him:
"Old Monkey hasn't killed a god in a long time..."
Beneath the dark clouds, a golden pillar that pierced the heavens collided with the two divine powers!
...
SIZZLE!
As the two laws continued to tear at each other, above the King's Treasury, cracks began to appear from the void, and gray Chaos qi drifted down from the gaps.
"If this continues, the King's Treasury will be damaged." Seeing this, the Hero King reminded him.
"Damaged, then so be it." Gilgamesh was completely indifferent to this. "This King would rather destroy it than let it fall into others' hands."
The Hero King, upon hearing this, stopped persuading and silently pushed the [King] Law to its absolute limit.
The purple pillar of light surged another half circle. In the distance, the puppet Hero King's feet stumbled beneath him, nearly sending him sprawling to the ground. But just then, the moonlight surging within him churned like boiling water.
In the sky, the moon god Nanna's expression gradually twisted into狰狞。
"You've gone mad! Gilgamesh?" He roared. "Destroying this treasury benefits neither of us!"
Gilgamesh spoke calmly:
"A treasury is just a treasury. This King can always... build another one in the future."
BOOM—!!!
The moment Gilgamesh's words fell, a thunderous explosion rang out from the sky.
Dense cracks connected into an irregular region, collapsing rapidly from the center. In less than two seconds, a ferocious gap appeared in the sky above the King's Treasury!
The King's Treasury... had a corner shattered.
The swirling mist from outside poured into the treasury through the gap.
At the same time, the treasury's absolute control over all divine artifacts instantly failed. Dozens of divine artifacts fell from the sky like rain, plunging into the vast sandy sea below and vanishing without a trace.
The puppet Hero King, having suffered backlash from the laws, was instantly blasted hundreds of meters away. The moonlight flowing within him was completely shattered, dissolving into scattered fireflies that vanished.
Without moonlight to control it, the puppet Hero King's eyes once again became hollow and lifeless. His body swayed, and he collapsed headfirst into the howling sandstorm.
Standing in the air, the moon god Nanna violently spat out a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.
"Damn it... Damn it!"
In this contest of laws, he had ultimately been defeated by Gilgamesh, and the King's Treasury he had好不容易 obtained was also damaged beyond repair.
The Sumerian Trinity Gods' grand plan of resurrection, which they had painstakingly schemed for over a century, ultimately turned to ashes.
Dense fog rolled in like sea water, spreading throughout the King's Treasury.
Gilgamesh's purple divine power receded around him. His gaze swept across the Vast Desert, searching through the scattered divine artifacts on the ground. After much searching, he finally found a stone box about the size of a chessboard.
He picked up this stone box from the yellow sand. With a flicker of his身形, he arrived before the survivors from Wu City.
Seeing that face, identical to the statue, the survivors froze for a moment, then spoke in disbelief:
"It's our King... It's really our King!!"
"That monkey god didn't lie to us! He really was sent by our King! Our King is still alive!!"
"Uruk descendant Tari bows to meet our King!!"
"Bow to meet our King!!"
"..."
In the midst of exclamations, they came to their senses and knelt down before Gilgamesh one after another.
Having narrowly escaped death, they prostrated themselves on the ground. Tears uncontrollably welled in their eyes, sliding down their cheeks and falling onto the ruins. They trembling as they spoke:
"We... kowtow and thank our King for saving our lives."
Gilgamesh, draped in his royal robes, stood before them, his eyes complex beyond measure.
"Rise." he said softly.
The crowd took a long time before slowly standing up from the ground.
"Now, Uruk no longer exists, and the treasury is severely damaged. In the end, it is all This King's fault..." Gilgamesh fell silent for a moment.
"If any of you are disappointed or dissatisfied with This King, This King permits you to leave.
Before leaving, each of you may take one divine artifact with you, consider it as... compensation from This King for entrusting you with the guardianship of the divine artifacts."
Hearing these words, everyone was stunned, looking at each other in bewilderment.
"...Leave?" An old man said with a bitter smile. "Reporting to our King, our families have all grown up within this treasury for generations, taking the guardianship of divine artifacts as our sacred duty. What the outside world truly looks like... we have never heard of it, never seen it.
Now asking people like us to leave this place—isn't that asking us to die?"
"Yes, we don't want to go outside."
"We are children of Uruk, willing to continue following our King!"