Gilgamesh's gaze swept over the crowd and there was a moment of silence:

"This king has given you a chance, and since you do not want to leave, then let it be you......

Now that the treasure house is damaged, you can't stay here, before this king rebuilds Uruk, you will first live in this [Nahai box], and at most a year, this king will take you out. ”

Gilgamesh opened the stone box, and a rainbow light enveloped all the survivors of Wucheng, engulfing them.

He closed the stone box and put it in his arms.

Lin Qiye stood aside and watched the process in silence.

"Have you really figured it out?" Lin Qiye sighed, "Since one of the side effects of [Star Coins] is forgetting, then when it returns to turning clockwise, you will completely forget your past self......"

"Forget it, forget it." Gilgamesh spoke calmly,

"The so-called Hero King has disappeared long ago when Uruk was destroyed, and the glory of the past is only history after all...... All this king needs to remember is that he is the king of Uruk.

Sometimes, forgetting is also a new beginning. ”

He glanced at the [Star Coins] in the ruins, which were gradually slowing down, picked up a red long sword artifact nearby, and walked towards the sky.

The purple divine power surged around him like an ocean, and with his footsteps, he slowly moved to the sides, and under the gray gold king's robe, the blade of the sword flashed with a cold light.

He looked up at the battlefield of the gods in the sky and whispered:

"Monkey King...... This king is coming. ”

Gilgamesh stepped out, and the purple divine power around him twisted violently, and his figure instantly came to the side of Sun Wukong, who was casting his magic form!

Sun Wukong turned his head and glanced at him, retracted his gaze, looked at the battlefield in front of him again, and said lightly: "You're late, I've already killed one." ”

I saw that Inanna, the goddess of love and war who was seriously injured by Sun Wukong at the beginning, had been smashed to the ground in a blur of flesh and blood, her eyes were dilated, and she lost her breath, leaving only the ugly god of fire Bigil and the moon god Nanna, who were standing not far away.

Gilgamesh didn't speak, he just silently clenched the long sword in his hand, and looked at the moon god Nanna's gaze, flashing with cold murderous intent!

"Then it's a competition to see who kills faster."

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, "The god of fire belongs to me, and the god of the moon belongs to you." ”

"Okay."

The moment Gilgamesh's words fell, two divine powers surged out!

A gray-gold royal robe, a golden-red battle robe, like two scrolls carrying endless murderous swords, pointed directly at the throats of the two Sumerian gods!

The earth shakes!

……

The King's Treasury, on the other side of the desert.

A mist poured down from the sky, and a bloodied figure writhed like a maggot in the desert.

No. 22 gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on the gap in the treasure trove above his head, and a flame of hope burned in his heart!

Originally, he was still worried about how he would escape from this treasure house if the three gods really controlled this place, but he didn't expect that this treasure house actually cracked a gap by itself, and it was just above his head.

God won't kill me!

The 22nd moved forward for a while, and suddenly the back of his neck was cold, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

Without thinking about it, he quickly flipped out of the sand, and the next moment, a black hammer with lightning smashed straight into the sand from a high altitude!

The leaping arc of electricity grazed No. 22's cheek, and if his movements had been half a minute later, he would have been blurred by the hammer by now, and he was prostrate in the desert, his heart beating wildly.

Artifact?

How could an artifact fall from the sky?

No. 22 looked up in confusion, his eyes shrinking.

I saw that above the sky, dense artifacts fell like raindrops, and one of them fell in the direction of his fall, which happened to be around him!

No. 22 twisted his body with great difficulty, avoiding these falling artifacts, and the sand pits were smashed out by the artifacts, and the yellow sand flew all over the sky, almost obscuring the entire sky.

Tens of seconds later, all of these artifacts had fallen, and No. 22 barely raised his head from the dunes.

"It's ......" muttered to Twenty-Two as he saw the artifacts scattered around him.

He crawled out of the sand dunes like crazy, reached out and grabbed an ancient milky white talisman, and put it around his neck, a gentle halo swinging from the talisman, little by little repairing his badly injured body.

"Artifacts, they're all artifacts!" Number 22 was ecstatic.

He scooped up a silver lock in his left hand, grabbed the [Sword] of the king stuck in the crack of the stone with his right hand, and was about to look for something more, when his gaze suddenly fell on the [Scepter] not far away, two-thirds of which were trapped in the sand dunes.

Without saying a word, No. 22 staggered two steps, struggling to grab the [scepter] from the sand.

Due to his serious injuries and unsteady legs, he staggered down the sand dunes, rolling all the way like a sandbag for dozens of meters, even though he had broken a palm, he still held the [Scepter] in his arms with his elbow, as if that was his life.

Finally, covered in bruises, he slowly stopped rolling in the desert.

No. 22 lowered his head and looked at the golden [Scepter] and [Sword] in his arms, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the more he smiled, the more he smiled, and in the end, he simply fell into the sand and laughed like a madman.

After laughing for a full minute, he staggered to his feet from the sand, as if he was tired of laughing.

He held the [Scepter] in one hand and carried the [Sword] behind him with a silver lock, his gaze swept over the other artifacts not far away, greed appeared in his eyes.

But soon, he shook his head, and this greed was suppressed by his reason.

With his current state, he can't take so many artifacts with him at all, and if he drags them away, he will only become a burden for himself to escape.

He took a deep breath, took his gaze away from the artifacts all over the ground, and used the [Scepter] as a crutch, supporting his body, and walking towards the gap in the sky little by little.

……

Meanwhile.

Fog.

In the endless silence, the two gods stood in the clouds, looking down at the moving king turtle below, their brows furrowed more and more.

"How long has it been since they've been in?" 04 asked.

"It's been more than three days, and there's still no sign of coming out." 03 shook his head, "The sigil should have been triggered, and it seems that they still failed." ”

"What's next?"

"This treasure trove of kings is even more tricky than we imagined...... However, we finally found it, and we can't just give up. 03 pondered for a moment, "Let's find an opportunity to gather another group of agents to come in and try it." ”

The two were about to leave, when a dull loud bang suddenly came out of the turtle shell of the king turtle!

"Huh?"

03 immediately stopped.

"What sound?" No. 04 looked at the shell of the king turtle in confusion.

"The King's Treasury?" A look of joy appeared in Zero's eyes, "Did they succeed?" ”

In the shell of the king turtle, it carries the treasure house of the king, and since there is a change there, of course, it means that there is a change in the treasure house of the king!

But...... Three days have passed, and those agents should be dead.