# 1240
Chapter 1241: King of Heroes and Great Sage Equal to Heaven
Gilgamesh's gaze swept across the crowd. After a moment of silence, he said:
"I gave you a chance, but since you refuse to leave, so be it... Now that the treasury is damaged, you cannot stay here. Until I rebuild Uruk, you shall take shelter in this【Nahai Box】. Within a year at most, I shall retrieve you."
Gilgamesh opened the stone box. A rainbow light enveloped all the Wu City survivors, pulling them inside.
He closed the stone box and placed it in his chest.
Lin Qiye stood nearby, silently watching this process.
"Have you truly thought this through?" Lin Qiye sighed. "Since one of the side effects of the【Star Coins】is forgetting, once it returns to clockwise rotation, you will completely forget your past self..."
"Forgotten, then let it be forgotten." Gilgamesh spoke calmly.
"The so-called King of Heroes perished the moment Uruk was destroyed. Past glory is nothing but history... I only need to remember that I am the King of Uruk.
Sometimes, forgetting is also a new beginning."
He glanced at the【Star Coins】 in the ruins, their rotation gradually slowing, then casually picked up a nearby red longsword divine weapon and walked toward the sky.
Purple divine power surged around him like an ocean. With each step, it slowly parted to either side. Beneath the gray-gold royal robes, the sword blade flickered with cold, murderous light.
He raised his head to gaze at the divine battlefield in the sky and murmured softly:
"Sun Wukong... I'm coming."
Gilgamesh stepped forward. In an instant, the surrounding purple divine power twisted violently, and his form appeared beside Sun Wukong, who was currently manifesting his avatar!
Sun Wukong glanced at him, then收回目光, refocusing on the battlefield ahead. He said casually, "You're late. I've already killed one."
Indeed, Inanna, the goddess of love and war, who had been gravely wounded by Sun Wukong at the start, had been smashed into the earth, her flesh mangled beyond recognition. Her eyes were vacant, her breath gone. Only the expressionless fire god Gibil and the moon god Nanna stood not far away.
Gilgamesh said nothing. He merely gripped his longsword tightly. His gaze toward the moon god Nanna flickered with icy killing intent!
"Then let's compete. See who kills faster."
Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow. "The fire god is mine. The moon god is yours."
"Agreed."
The moment Gilgamesh's words fell, two surges of divine power erupted forth!
A figure in gray-gold royal robes and another in a golden-red battle robe—like two swords carrying endless murderous aura—surged directly toward the throats of the two Sumerian gods!
The earth shook and the heavens quivered!
...
In another part of the King's Treasury desert.
Thick mist poured down from the sky. A blood-soaked figure squirmed across the desert like a maggot.
Number 22 gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed intently on the gap in the ceiling of the treasury above. A flame of hope burned fiercely in his heart!
Originally, he had been worried about how to escape the treasury if the three gods truly took control here. But he never expected the treasury itself to crack open a gap—directly above him, no less.
Truly, heaven does not forsake me!
Number 22 crawled forward. Suddenly, the back of his neck grew cold, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.
Without thinking, he quickly rolled sideways across the sand. The next instant, a black hammer crackling with lightning slammed directly into the desert ground!
Sparks of electricity grazed past Number 22's cheek. Had his reaction been even a fraction of a second slower, he would have been smashed to bits by this hammer. He lay prone in the desert, heart pounding.
A divine weapon?
How could a divine weapon fall from the sky?
Number 22 looked up in confusion, his eyes narrowing.
Above, countless divine weapons were raining down from the sky like a storm. Among the falling artifacts, one cluster was descending directly toward where he stood!
Number 22 struggled to move, dodging the falling divine weapons. Crater after crater was blasted into the sand as the weapons struck. Vast clouds of yellow sand filled the sky, nearly obscuring everything.
After tens of seconds, all the divine weapons had fallen. Only then did Number 22 manage to raise his head from behind a sand dune.
"This is..." Number 22 stared at the divine weapons scattered around him, murmuring.
Madly, he crawled out of the sand dune and snatched up an ancient milky-white heart-protecting talisman, clasping it around his neck. A warm glow radiated from the talisman, slowly healing his grievously wounded body.
"Divine weapons, all of them divine weapons!" Number 22's face twisted with wild joy.
With his left hand, he grabbed a silver chain. With his right, he seized the King's【Treasure Sword】 wedged between rocks. Just as he was about to search for more, his gaze suddenly landed on the【Royal Scepter】, two-thirds buried in a nearby sand dune.
Without a word, Number 22 stumbled forward two steps and vigorously pulled the【Royal Scepter】from the sand.
Weakened and unsteady on his legs from his severe injuries, he slipped and tumbled down the sand dune, rolling dozens of meters like a sandbag. Despite having already lost one hand, he clutched the【Royal Scepter】to his chest with his elbow, as if it were his very life.
Finally, battered and bleeding, he gradually came to a stop in the desert.
Number 22 lowered his gaze to the golden【Royal Scepter】and【Treasure Sword】in his arms. A smile crept across his lips, widening until, finally, he simply collapsed onto the sand and laughed like a madman.
He laughed for a full minute. When he finally tired of laughing, he swayed unsteadily to his feet.
He held the【Royal Scepter】in one arm and used the silver chain to strap the【Treasure Sword】across his back. His gaze swept across the other divine weapons nearby, and greed flickered in his eyes.
But soon, he shook his head. That greed was suppressed by his rationality.
In his current state, he couldn't possibly carry all those divine weapons. Dragging them along would only become a burden that hindered his escape.
He took a deep breath, averting his gaze from the weapons littering the ground. Using the【Royal Scepter】as a crutch to support his body, he slowly made his way toward the gap in the sky.
...
Meanwhile.
In the mist.
Within endless silence, two gods stood atop the clouds, gazing down at the constantly moving Wang Tortoise below. Their frowns deepened by the moment.
"How long has it been since they went in?" Number 04 asked.
"Over three days now. Still no sign of them emerging." Number 03 shook his head. "The mark should have been triggered. It seems they've failed."
"What do we do now?"
"This King's Treasury is far more troublesome than we imagined... However, we went through so much trouble to find it. We can't just give up like this." Number 03 pondered for a moment. "Let's gather another batch of agents and have them try again."
Just as the two were about to leave, a dull, thunderous boom suddenly echoed from within the Wang Tortoise's shell!
"Hm?"
Number 03 immediately stopped.
"What's that sound?" Number 04 looked at the Wang Tortoise's shell in confusion.
"Is it the King's Treasury?" A gleam of joy appeared in Number 03's eyes. "Could they have succeeded?"
The Wang Tortoise's shell contained the King's Treasury within it. Since a disturbance had come from there, it could only mean the King's Treasury had undergone some change!
But... three days had already passed. Those agents should all be dead by now.