The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

The sound of footsteps broke the silence of death.

Even the figure that was about to fade cast a suspicious look.

A wisp of white belly appeared in the east, and the people who should have left had gone and returned.

Su Bai said, "I've changed my mind..."

He said to himself: "People showed me a way, and I owed a favor, but in the end the person couldn't be saved. More or less...you have to do something for the dead. This is called offering sacrifices in the East." .”

Staring at the furious monsters with icy eyes, Su Bai paused: "You have to kill all of you, so it can be called a memorial to the dead!"

At this moment, whose killing intent is more piercing?

Chapter 62 The Northern Front

The tallest building in the city-state of Uruk is the palace called the Tower of God.

The political system of ancient Babylon was slightly different from that of later generations. Under the most senior king were priests and witches who were in charge of priest management.

On the throne in the center of the tower sat a king with blond hair and red pupils. He stared at the clay tablet on the table and frowned. His red pupils showed a little impatience, and his voice raised several times: "No, This kind of design is not acceptable! I have to emphasize several times that I want to build Uruk into a fortress and battle city! It is not a desperate fight for all the people! Cut down [-]% of the military industry and turn it into a commercial area and a living area. District! Do you want the people to sleep on the streets! This is a protracted battle, without animal husbandry, commerce, and farming, Uruk can’t last for three months!"

The architects lowered their heads one after another, packed their things obediently and hurried out of the temple.

"The next thing...the transport of materials is more than [-]% less than last month. Were there any monsters on the way? Send fifty soldiers to clean up the monsters' lairs around, and at the same time ensure another feasible route. The food can't be cut off!"

The King of Gold waved his hand: "Next!"

The soldiers came to report continuously, the voices of the five or six soldiers around were a bit noisy, and the young man sitting on the throne looked impatient, but every order was issued at an extremely fast speed.

The continuous reports made the atmosphere in the temple extremely tense.

Until the soldiers sent the next cart of clay tablets to the king.

The king of Uruk named Gilgamesh picked up a clay tablet and stared at the battle report on the clay tablet, his brows were further frowned, and his handsome face was also distorted at this time: "These monsters..."

"King?" The masked woman spoke softly. She is the head priestess of the temple. Her position in Uruk is equivalent to the duty of a prime minister, assisting the king in his work. She has not seen Gilgamesh these days and nights. Shi showed such an expression before, and couldn't help asking worriedly: "Did something happen to the northern front?"

"The commander of the opponent is very good. The four heroic spirits barely blocked this attack, but it is not clear whether they will be able to support it next time. There are too many soldiers injured, and the medicine and manpower are gradually running out."

Gilgamesh tapped the armrest of the throne with his fingers, and ordered: "Let the three commanders of the heroic spirits return to Uruk, leaving one person to guard the northern fortress, and the delivery of supplies to the north wall must not stop! Send the wounded to the medical center ! Speed ​​up the formation of recruits, let Leonidas train them, give him seven days!"

The messenger soldiers and priests nodded obediently, recorded the king's order, and left the temple without stopping.

"What about the next one?"

"There are no clay tablets yet, Wang, you can take a rest." The chief priestess Siduri said softly.

"My king is not tired." Although Gilgamesh said that he was not tired, a tired look appeared on his face. He clenched his fists, secretly unhappy. If he could go to the front line in person, no matter how many monsters came adversary.

It's a pity that in order to prepare for the coming disaster, the King of Heroes summoned seven heroic spirits, which consumed a lot of magic power, and finally almost exhausted his own magic power. All kinds of internal affairs, large and small, required him to coordinate and coordinate in person. He couldn't walk away at all, and even had to put down his beloved golden key, picked up the golden book, and acted as a wise and virtuous king.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came.

The King of Heroes immediately suppressed the tired look in his eyes, and looked at the visitors in the temple. He thought it was the next batch of stone slabs, but what came was...

The white-haired young man in a white robe exudes a faint scent of flowers when he walks. He has a lazy temperament that is incompatible with the surroundings. His hair seems to be white, but it changes gradually in rainbow colors anytime and anywhere.

His attire is completely different from that of this era, and the magic wand in his hand also proves his identity as a summoned heroic spirit. His job description is a magician caster, a well-known magician in Celtic mythology.

"Merlin, did you discover something and report it to the king?"

"That's true, but it may not be what the king expected. The Tablet of Destiny has not been found." Merlin spread his hands slightly.

"Then don't waste my king's time."

"But Wang, you should still take a break. If you can't fall asleep, do you need me to sing a lullaby? As a magician, I have a professional license to lull people to sleep." Merlin said kindly : "You are still a living person, if you continue to suffer like this, sooner or later you will be overworked, or even die suddenly."

"This king is not that fragile!" Gilgamesh snorted coldly: "It's just some tedious work. Even if this king wants to die, he will die on the battlefield. That's all you want to say!"

Merlin sighed helplessly.

As the holder of the same clairvoyance, he can understand the thinking of the King of Heroes.

Gilgamesh saw the doomed destruction through clairvoyance, but he didn't know what caused the destruction, so he could only choose an extreme method, summoning seven heroic spirits, and turning Uruk into a fortress battle city.

Since then, it has continued to work without a break.

Merlin is very clear that even if he does this, it may not be able to change the future he sees. The future seen by clairvoyant eyes will often become an established fact.

Perhaps the King of Heroes also knows this. They all admire humans, but they have no special feelings for them. The reason why they are so desperate is probably to save the future of mankind, and that is what is truly valuable.

"Of course, there's something else I want to report." Merlin said with a slightly stern expression, "About an outsider... My clairvoyance is different from yours, and I can look through the 'now', so I caught an accident."

"Not interested." Gilgamesh waved his hand lightly: "What about outsiders? Even if people from Chaldea arrive, so what, you don't need to tell this king... If there are truly valuable people, they will naturally appear In front of this king, come to this temple, and meet this king! Otherwise, it is not worthy of this king to take a high look, it is just a piece of trash."

"Then... well." Merlin said helplessly: "Since the king is not interested, whether I will be allowed to go out of the city is more or less an uncertain factor. I think it is necessary to investigate. Shunda should also go to the northern forest to find Look for traces of the Fate Clay Tablet..."

"It's okay, as long as you abide by the contract, this king will naturally not interfere with what you do, but..." The hero king's red eyes showed a little displeasure: "Stop hooking up with the witches in the temple! You succubus , hook up with women and don’t attack witches! Siduli didn’t bother you because of this king’s face, and don’t put unnecessary pressure on me.”

"Now that the city gods are not around, the witches also need to release their mental stress." Merlin laughed: "I didn't do anything, I just chatted with them, drank wine, and sang ditties..."

"I'm not interested in hearing about your love history! Get out of here!" Gilgamesh waved his hand and threw him out of the temple.

……

two hours later.

Heralds have arrived at the northern ramparts with royal orders and tactical reports.