Standing proudly on the top of the Tower of Babel, his wide black robes hunting in the hustle and bustle of the wind.

After meeting with Nyaratotip's consciousness that day, for the sake of safety, Qi Wuce spent a lot of time arranging all kinds of back hands.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, and if you pinch your fingers, Wang Hassan's injury is almost healed.

Today is the time to embark on the journey.

"My Lord ......"

"Oh, Hassan, you're here."

Plain answer, Qi Wuce didn't have the slightest surprise at Wang Hassan's elusiveness, he had been waiting here for a long time.

The Primordial Assassin, Wang Hassan came and went without a trace, recovering from his injuries, and he already knew that this meant that the decisive battle was coming.

"This thing is for you, you go to the village and liberate it."

A crystal clear sphere was taken into Wang Hassan's arms.

"The next decisive battle with Cthulhu can be completely shattered, and before that, we can't let this group of innocent guys suffer another despair."

"Do your will."

Wang Hassan left, leaving Qi alone here.

Qi Wuce is not a virgin, nor is he a qualified god, but I have to say that he is actually a good person, and he still can't do things that he can't save when he dies.

The repair of the space-time warp may make everything the same as before, but the pollution caused by Cthulhu is a damage that even the back-of-time cannot erase.

This is not a place where Gaia can intervene, so it is impossible that the battle with the Three God Kings on that day did not destroy even a continent is possible.

At the majestic golden gates of Uruk, Skaha, Sanzang, Afu, Young Flash, Artoria, and Tranquility have long been guarding this place.

Like the title of tranquility, this place is quiet, everyone is recuperating for pre-war preparations, they are like a sharp blade that has not yet been unsheathed, the longer it is stored, the more invincible the sword will be issued at the moment of unsheathing.

The steel-cast walls of Uruk show no signs of age, for the impregnable city has only existed for less than a hundred years before it was transformed into a treasure with the incarnation of Gilgamesh.

Artoria gazed intently at a corner of the breathtaking city that never fell, more than the chalk walls of Camelot, where she lived.

The walls had not been eroded by war, which was almost unbelievable to Artoria.

After all, according to the shrunken Gilgamesh herself, she had experienced hundreds of battles in her lifetime, and in this more ancient and mysterious era with countless magical powers, her Knights of the Round Table might not have been enough at that time.

It was such an era, but it was incredible that the walls of Uruk could be preserved intact and without any trace until the day when Gilgamesh unified the world and became king.

Countless distractions came to her mind, and after witnessing the great achievements of others as kings, Artoria fell into deep thought, like witnessing the power of the king's army in Iskandar during the Fourth World War.

That's right, Artoria was summoned here after World War IV.

"Sister, this is not a feat that I can achieve alone!"

Artoria's thoughts were interrupted by a glittering murmuring voice.

"Such a great feat is not just the result of my efforts, although I used to shout some proud words in the form of an adult, but in fact he and I both know that it is the result of everyone's efforts to have such a prosperous Uruk."

"Although I can't know what Sister Artoria thinks, I have had such doubts about you, sister."

"As for trusting your courtiers and betraying them, and thus creating doubts about whether you can be a qualified king, I guess that's what you're thinking, sister!"

Artoria was speechless for a while, after all, Gilgamesh's feelings she could feel, not a mockery, but a reminder of her back as a passerby.

The smiling young Gil warms people's hearts like a little sun, and the most innocent and sincere emotions of a child make the stubborn Artoria shake her faith in winning the Holy Grail for the first time.

"Brother Qi Wuce, when I left Uruk, I was confused like this to my sister for a while, but as an adult at that time, I figured it out later......"

"The departure of the courtiers may have the reasons of being the king himself, but at the same time, there are also the reasons of the courtiers themselves, since the courtiers you trust will leave, it is not necessarily the fault of the king himself, maybe the courtiers themselves have some unspeakable problems."

"This is the conclusion that I came to after thinking about it as an adult, so I wonder if it can help my sister's confusion. If it helps, I'll be happy with Jill! ”

After saying a lot of things like an adult that a child shouldn't say, the lovely young Jill regains her virginity and runs to Ah Fu's side.

"It's not the king's fault, but the courtier's heart...... This self-centered style is really like that adult Gilgamesh. ”

Artoria murmured softly, she seemed to have some new thoughts about the tragedy of the Knights of the Round Table, and at the time of the Fourth World War, an unknown Heroic Spirit had admonished her.

Maybe she should reflect on herself, at least she shouldn't continue to be stubborn.

Uruk's vision became more and more blurred, and from the blurred shadow of the city appeared Qi Wuce, who was dressed in a white robe.

Somehow, Artoria felt that Qi Wumo had come to her in front of her, and the city of Uruk had become illusory.

"What did you do with Uruk?"

"Let it take refuge for the time being, I won't have time to protect it in the battle later."

Qi Wuce smiled, Artoria at this time gave him a new feeling, the change that came about after the problem that plagued his heart was solved.

"Avalon is a good place, although it has never been a secret place for mortals to live, but as the Lord of Avalon, I still have the ability to temporarily let them take refuge in it."

"Oh......"

Responding thoughtfully, Artoria began to close her eyes and recuperate.

"Looking at your appearance, it seems that you have figured out a lot of things, as a king, if you always look like a confused and decadent person, how can you guide your courtiers to move forward correctly......"

Artoria opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was a distorted expanse of vomit and confusion. Qi Wuce didn't leave her a chance to ask questions.