Yi Lin felt it was strange before.

In some novels, when you see some scenes, you will always "shock up in your heart" and "shocklessly shocked".

Is there really such a magnificent psychological fluctuation?

Actually... it's not.

Yi Lin bent over, bent over the scorched earth, and used his fingers to pick out a piece of earth.

There was a faint smell of blood in the soil.

In this soil, I don’t know how many corpses were buried.

Yilin bounced the scorched earth from his fingertips into the air, and then he turned around, looked at Gilgamesh's golden eyes, and said calmly: "So, you have 'see' the end of this war."

Gilgamesh disdained: "Don't look at using your 'means' to measure the power of this king."

Irin ignores the irony in King Gilgamesh's words.

He thought for a moment.

Shaking his head, he said, "Impossible."

"Um?"

Gilgamesh's eyes twitched.

He doesn't like disobedience.

I don't like to refute either.

But this time, the arrogant wise king remained silent.

"I came from five thousand years later, and the era I am in is your future. For five thousand years, such a huge amount of information, no matter how strong you are, you are just a human being. You cannot clearly see the future of five thousand years."

"Ha." Gilgamesh sneered, but did not deny it.

"More likely, you can only read some fragments, or the 'way' of a particular event."

"Very good." Gilgamesh exclaimed: "No matter how disadvantageous it is, humans always have hope. No matter how slim this hope is, the people of "Xi" will never easily give up."

"Where is she?"

It was rare to have a face-to-face conversation with Gilgamesh, and Yilin quickly seized the time and asked for information he wanted to know.

Gilgamesh looked up and looked at the hideous crack in the sky, his face darkened: "Xi, in a place that we can't reach."

"She is still alive?"

"She is God."

“God will die.”

Gilgamesh sneered again: "Those who will die are not God."

"In some cases, I have seen a God with my own eyes and died."

Yilin refers to Uranos.

He witnessed the destruction of that world with his own eyes.

God will also fail, die, and shed tears. God is not omnipotent.

Gilgamesh shook his head, he didn't intend to get stuck on this topic.

Wherever he saw, there was scorched earth. Gilgamesh turned around, and his solid back had a little more speechless depression.

After a while.

The two were speechless.

Gilgamesh waved his hand to Yilin, "Go back, weak hero. Remember, all you see with your own eyes is 'your future', not 'Uruk'."

What's the meaning?

Yi Lin's expression was slightly stunned.

I hate riddle people the most.

But in the blink of an eye, Gilgamesh disappeared in front of him out of thin air.

It's like a gust of wind.

Come without a trace.

Yi Lin turned around and glanced across the earth and the sky. He was able to use existing clues and roughly reasoning to make up for the stories that happened in this land and the sky five thousand years ago. But what is the ending of the story?

Suddenly,

On the empty land,

Yi Lin was alone.

He felt cold limbs, numb lips, and dry tongue tips.

A terrible speculation emerged in Yi Lin's heart.

"Will this be...the dusk of the gods?"

...

Gilgamesh left first.

He seemed to have never left.

According to reliable sources, Lord Xianwang has been in the palace, diligent and hardworking, handling Uruk affairs.

Yi Lin and his friends returned to the "Celestial Palace Uruk" one after another.

This is a land floating in the sky.

When Yilin informed others about the situation on the ground.

Yan Feng expressed his unbelievances fairly.

But I have to believe what I saw with my own eyes.

Finally, Yan Fengzheng and Michelle, who came from the Wandering Sea, came to a reliable conclusion after discussing.

This special point is likely to be a "world container" that exists in "fantasy" and does not exist in "reality". It is separated by the power of the Holy Grail.

"So, the "God Age" does not exist."

Yan Feng is fair and thinks this is the most reliable interpretation of all this.

There is no other possibility.

Logically speaking, if this floating continent really exists, how could it not be discovered by others?

Five thousand years.

Five thousand years of days and nights are enough to distort all kinds of "historical facts" to the point where even its grandmother is not recognized.

Maybe, in real history, the fifth king of Uruk civilization was a beauty, not a handsome man like Gilgamesh.

History is always written by humans. No one can travel back and distinguish right from wrong.

After returning to Uruk, everyone dared not stay away from each other.

Because the threat brought by that shadow is devastating.

The six heroes were in the same room, leaning against the corner of the wall, and resting for a while.

From daytime to night, and to morning, even though they came to Uruk as heroes, they were essentially humans. As long as they were humans, they would be tired.

No one knows what will happen next. So, in order to survive, Irin, everyone is adjusting their physical condition to the best possible level, and no one dares to relax and carelessly.

It's noon.

The six heroes closed their eyes and took a nap, and only entered light sleep for several hours.

The loud trumpet sounded, awakening the six heroes from their shallow dreams.

Yi Lin was not actually asleep.

His mind was tossing and turning.

Thinking about everything about Uruk.

Thinking about what Gilgamesh said on the scorched earth.

He had recited Xiaoxi's name countless times in his heart, and even used the temptation of food that had been tried and tested for Milien. The arrogant goddess had no response.

Could it be that Xiao Xi of this era is not familiar with him, so he is too lazy to miss him?

Amid the loud horn, Yi Lin had no choice but to open her eyes.

They simply washed their faces with clean water and walked out of the temple as fast as possible.

The city was already immersed in the murderous atmosphere on the eve of the war.

Teams of tragic soldiers lined up neatly, walking out of the city without hesitation with neat steps.

The neat battle songs were sung, and the prayers were continuous, and together with the sound of footsteps, they were intertwined into a tragic epic.
To be continued...