Five thousand years ago,

For the first time, humans lost the "sky".

In front of Uruk City.

Six hundred and twenty-three fresh corpses were piled up.

Each of them, whether it was the second before they were alive or after they died, held their weapons tightly, and used their last breath and the last little strength to fight to death at any non-human monster in front of them, and died together.

So, they ended with a smile.

The warrior's destination is on the battlefield.

The song ignited by blood and fire is the best farewell song for warriors.

The corpses of alien races are the best coffins for warriors.

Gilgamesh looked at the Uruk soldiers who had once loved this world and died on the battlefield, with an extremely calm expression.

yes,

This is a war that is doomed to fail.

He has seen the end of this war.

But so what?

Countless aliens who flapped their wings or flew in the sky in other ways, had ferocious faces and red and bloodthirsty eyes.

"Crazy--"

Countless sounds of flapping wings replaced the sound of the wind and the songs in the city of Uruk, lingering around Gilgamesh.

ground,

Several heroes were fighting bloody battles and struggling.

“Born battle.”

Gilgamesh was condescending and made a pertinent evaluation of the war between the heroes.

He raised his head again, and golden flames burned in his pupils.

"O people of Uruk, the people of Xi, I feel deeply proud of you. I feel extremely proud of being the fifth king of Uruk!"

The Seal of God!

Gilgamesh was covered in golden fireworks, like a god of war, fighting against millions of strange beasts in the sky alone!

bring it on!

bring it on!

bring it on!

boom!

Three hundred and sixty seals of the Divine Power were launched at the same time!

Every seal of the divine power was cast by Gilgamesh himself!

There is a mark left by Gilgamesh on it!

Even though there are no living soldiers in Uruk City, even if only Gilgamesh is left to survive in the entire Uruk City, this city is alive, and this city will witness the dawn with Gilgamesh!

"Tear the darkness!"

Three hundred and sixty cannon bombardments pierced through the dark sky made of millions of strange beasts.

The bright moonlight condensed into bunches through the holes that penetrated, and fell on the land of the Heavenly Palace.

This scene was as sad as snow and as beautiful as a painting, but the tragic scene in it was only Gilgamesh who tasted it alone at this moment.

Behind the millions of strange beasts, there are four particularly huge shadows.

One of them is a strange beast with a pile of deformed pieces of meat piled together, emitting a strange green aura all over.

The second one is a huge red eyeball floating behind the army of strange beasts.

The third one is a giant dragon composed entirely of bones. When the bone dragon spreads its wings, the wind whistles and shadows overwhelm the world. The two eye sockets that flashed with green phosphorescence were empty, staring at all indifferently.

The fourth one is a metal armor dozens of meters high. Under the feet of the armor, there is a piece of steel ruins. The steel ruins are composed of countless broken weapons, which seem to have some kind of magnetic force that attracts the fragmented weapons together and forms a style like a spaceship.

Millions of alien races of different styles, driven by four leaders, rushed towards Gilgamesh frantically!

At that moment,

It seemed like it was suddenly raining in this sky!

From a distance, a dark shadow was pressed down on that day!

In front of millions of strange beasts, Gilgamesh's body size is so small that it is not worth mentioning!

He is like a lonely boat in a tsunami at this moment!

It's like a drop of dew in the vast forest fire!

Facing all this,

Gilgamesh sneered.

Enchi appears behind Gilgamesh.

Enchidu whispered: "Gill, that man said, he will bring victory."

"Ha. Then I will wait and see, huh."

The next second,

The beasts completely submerged the tiny Gilgamesh in the sky.

...

...

Movement in the sky.

It did not affect the heroes.

To them, it seems that what the world has become has nothing to do with them.

Everything about them revolves around the "Holy Grail".

Where Milien and Zhao Zilong are fighting.

"You can't win me."

Zhao Zilong swung the Yajiao Gun and easily pierced Milien's armor, leaving blood holes on her body.

History has happened again.

Even though he had enough meat and received temporary buff improvement, Milien still couldn't defeat Zhao Zilong.

In front of Milien, Zhao Zilong was like a sea, bottomless.

Whenever Milien felt that she could get closer to Zhao Zilong, the opponent's almost perfect gun technique left Milien helpless.

"really,"

Mirien didn't know when she learned Yi Lin's mantra that was not very good. She stood up in a pool of blood, holding a sword in both hands, and facing death, without fear on her face: "The only one who can bring victory to me is that sword."

"Is that trick again?" Zhao Zilong's expression was relaxed and comfortable. Although he was already very serious, Milien's unfamiliar and rough sword skills made it really difficult for Zhao Zilong to get serious.

That move was indeed powerful, but Zhao Zilong already knew how to deal with it.

No one can defeat Zhao Zilong with the same move!

No one!

"Your swordsmanship is like a rough jade, unsharpened, and it is a big combination. It's a pity." Zhao Zilong commented calmly: "Among the swordsman masters Zhao knows, let alone the Xiliang Jin Ma Chao, your swordsmanship is slightly worse than Zhao's former lord."

Zhao Zilong shook his head: "Apart from being full of brute force, you are not worthy of the name of "Saber".

As he said that, Zhao Zilong had a little more regret: "The Holy Grail is such a wonderful tool. If he can kill and confront the battlefield again with his former opponent, it would be a great blessing in life. At the same time, this is also Zhao's regret and wish."

A true hero is mostly summoned by the heroic spirit throne with some regret.

There seems to be no regrets in the heroic spirit, and it is not worthy of being a real heroic spirit.

What Zhao Zilong implies is, "You are not worthy."

But he is polite, has a high emotional intelligence, and speaks more tactfully.

Mirien took a deep breath and began to condense her magic power.

The magic around him quickly gathered towards Milien.

Mirien's eyes were focused.

Zhao Zilong's eyes narrowed, and the tip of his gun was pointed, and finally he became serious: "The determination to fight to the death? Interesting."

The sword in the lake lit up a golden light, as if it was ignited with golden fireworks.

The light was unprecedentedly bright, making Mirien like the brightest star in the night.
To be continued...