Is the scene in front of you real?

Yi Lin was deeply suspicious.

If it is true, it would be incredible.

This is a meeting after five thousand years.

Yilin, with this legendary King Gilgamesh.

This is the age of God...the age of God.

It belongs to Xiaoxi's era.

What is the end of this war?

Yi Lin sat on the stone table.

Silently silent.

Gilgamesh's red pupils turned golden again.

In the dark night, gold shines like two light bulbs, dazzling and dazzling.

On the stone table, in front of Yilin and Gilgamesh, there was a pottery wine glass respectively.

Gilgamesh snapped his fingers.

The golden and gorgeous cup tilted a little in the air, and the two of them filled the pottery cups without warning.

With Yi Lin's current strength, he could not detect how the amber ale was poured into the pottery cup out of thin air.

"Thank you, this is our Uruk specialty ale."

Gilgamesh looked at Yilin's eyes with a "you should be grateful" expression.

Yilin doesn't drink much.

He also has no habit of drinking.

But for some reason, the ale that was as crystal clear as amber in the wine glass came with an irresistible attraction. Yi Lin frowned slightly, and drank the ale in the glass in an aggressive look.

In an instant,

After Yi Lin finished drinking the glass of ale, his mind thumped, and two words echoed over and over again.

——"It smells so good!"

The ale melts when it enters the throat, and it does not feel like it passes through the esophagus or enters the stomach. But almost at the same time, a warm current rises from the abdominal cavity and spreads throughout the body, causing Yi Lin's pores to spread involuntarily. Yi Lin has the illusion that she will float up on the spot at any time.

"It's magic! This ale is added with magic! No, to be precise, that glass of ale is the concentrated magic itself!"

After a moment,

Yi Lin figured it out and rubbed her palms under the table.

In modern times, in order to accumulate magic, magicians need to pass on generations and accumulate over time before they can store magic in hair, body fluids, and other organs. For modern magicians, magic is a consumable and a luxury that cannot be regenerated once they are squandered.

They need to use their vitality to refine, concentrate, and produce magic. They will strive for magic all their lives.

But just this glass of ale made Yi Lin feel like he was wandering in the "magic" and took a hot bath.

Not only that glass of wine,

There is also this era and this place.

The sour smell of magic is everywhere in the air.

Here, magic power is like air, and humans rely on for survival, but it is inexhaustible and endless. No wonder this is the age of gods, the age of gods. If you immerse yourself in such a rich magic power all day long, even a pig can grow into a "magic little flying pig", let alone a human.

When Yilin was surprised by the ale,

Gilgamesh spoke, and a faint doubt appeared on his face: "Caster, there is a layer of mist on your body."

Hearing this, Yi Lin temporarily suppressed the shock brought by the glass of ale, raised her head, and looked at Wang: "So, is this the reason why I came here?"

"The world is composed of countless interweaving lines. These lines constitute the present, past, and future itself that we can understand. And my eyes can see some of these 'lines' from the future from you."

Yi Lin remembered that on the first day, Gilgamesh's strange comments on Milien and Yan Feng's fairness.

Can you see the eyes of the future?

Is this something humans can have?

So outrageous?

Yi Lin subconsciously felt unbelievable.

"You mean, can you see the future?"

"Crawler, don't use your tiny wisdom to measure the power of King Uruk."

Yilin's ears automatically filtered out Gilgamesh's mantra and continued to ask: "So, do you know who our enemies are?"

Gilgamesh raised his head, looked up at the night sky, and said, "I naturally know that I am just a mere god."

Their enemy...is God!

Yi Lin always felt that this word was very close and very far away.

It is very close, because the origin of everything is the saying "Do you believe in God?"

It is very far away. Yi Lin always believes that with their strength, it may take a long time, a long time, to have the opportunity to contact the existence of this class.

Even, there is no chance.

Once the end of the world comes, all human beings will be destroyed and there will be nothing.

Nothing is gone, everything is gone.

But now,

Gilgamesh clearly told Yilin that Uruk's enemy, no, the enemy they are about to face... is God!

God, his personality dropped sharply.

Why did it come just by saying that?

How can you do it just by doing it?

For a moment, Yi Lin felt like a dream.

"Is this why we came here?" Yi Lin lowered his head, all kinds of clues intertwined in his mind. He was trying to find out a possible answer and explanation based on the existing clues, known conditions, and a little bit of bold inference.

Gilgamesh was silent.

"We came here, so that Uruk could overcome this difficulty? He could defeat God? He could have a follow-up story?"

Yi Lin murmured to himself.

The sound was not loud, but Gilgamesh heard it.

"Battle against God?"

"Swish!"

"Battle against..."

“Hahahahaha——”

"Hey~heh~hahahahaha--"

At this moment,

King Gilgamesh heard Yilin's words as he talked to himself. He immediately turned out to be normal, and his posture was ruined. He covered his abdominal muscles and laughed, laughing, unable to help but slap on the stone table.

This sudden laughter made Yi Lin confused, not knowing what had happened.

King Gilgamesh smiled for a full minute.

Yi Lin was just bare-faced and laughed as Gilgamesh was laughing.

Gilgamesh rubbed his eyes and burst into tears.

"Yes, I haven't heard such a beautiful joke in a long time. Today is a memorable day, commemorating the 'The King's abdominal muscles are severely painful'."

Yilin: "…"

After stopping the laughter, Gilgamesh slowly stood up. Behind him were the bright moonlight and the messy night sky.

"You still don't understand the ignorant Caster. You still don't know the meaning of your appearance here. There is a fog on your body. Perhaps this fog is the real cause for you to come to this era." Gilgamesh smiled and said, "The futility of ants can always bring some pleasure to the tall giants... I am in a great mood today. So, now I make an exception and let the ignorant you personally experience what is the 'unevenness of the world'!"

The world is uneven?

This word is quite fashionable!

Yi Lin was stunned.

"Thank you Wang En, Caster from descendants!"

At Gilgamesh's hand, a little golden light appeared.

A stone book appeared in his hands.

On the stone slab books, ancient words flexibly moved from the stone slab, as if they came alive. Circles of golden patterns, like substance, were silently stirred by Gilgamesh.
To be continued...