Hellish Affairs

"Ah, King Gilgamesh..." Joas glanced at Gilgamesh who was also wandering in front of the cedar forest.

A pair of red pupils flashed, staring at Joyas, who hadn't seen him for a long time.

"Hmph." Gilgamesh said disdainfully.

Joyas looked at Gilgamesh and looked back a little. He didn't know what level Gilgamesh was now, but he probably couldn't beat Humbaba.

So now there are two paths before me, build a good relationship with him, and then kill Humbaba together, or not have a good relationship with him, and do it yourself.

In the former, I can gain a completely meaningless friendship while losing at least half of Humbaba's treasure. In the latter, if Gilgamesh, the owner of the Golden Rule, kills Humbaba by himself, wouldn't I lose completely?

But if he loses... Well, judging from Gilgamesh's personality, he should know that he is not Humbaba's opponent, but he still came here with the determination to die. If he loses, then Just dead.

It doesn't matter if he dies, what about Uruk, wouldn't it all be handed over to me?

Come on, I'm not here to farm at all, okay?It's been more than three years since I planted it, so why don't you let me go?

So what if I hit Humbaba first? ... He couldn't possibly agree that it would be a waste to fight one game first, and then another. He would not let himself go if he won the battle with Jin Shining.

This is very troublesome.

"You're finally here, Joyas Pendragon?" Gilgamesh crossed his arms and said, "I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

Joyas: ?

After releasing Humbaba to grasp the news of the world's treasures, Joyas originally thought that Gilgamesh would fight directly, because in his eyes, all the treasures in the world belonged to him, and he would definitely come to fight Humbaba. As a result, he has been procrastinating for so long.

"Roar--"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, a black mountain suddenly appeared in the forest between the earth shaking and the mountains shaking. A magic eye placed on the top of the forehead stared at Joyas and Gilga closely through countless fir forests. Mysh, his body was constructed of dark magic ether.

Gilgamesh showed a wary expression.

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I'm sorry, I haven't been very comfortable these two days, so I've only written two chapters, but I will speed up the pace from tomorrow.

Chapter 137 Wang Lai Admits, Wang Lai Allows, Wang Lai Bears

Joyas, who was also on guard against Humbaba, pressed the hilt of his sword with his right hand and asked:

"I said King Gilgamesh, how about we join hands?"

"Fumbaba's Treasure How about me six and you four?"

After speaking, Joyas' tone was a little painful, and he seemed to have made a big concession.

"Hmph, this king alone is enough!" Gilgamesh replied proudly, "All the treasures in this world belong to this king."

The implication is, don't think about it, I will not join hands with you, nor will I share the treasure with you.

His mother, Ningsun, had entrusted him with a dream, and the key to unlock Humbaba's treasure was the Deviant Sword in his hand.

The proud Gilgamesh thinks that what should be his, why should he give it away for nothing?

Although Joyas had expected it, he was still disappointed:

I thought I could fool around like Enki.

Gilgamesh continued with great interest: "But if you want to submit to this king, try your best to assist me and unify Mesopotamia with me, and wait for me to become the new queen of Mesopotamia." , maybe I will reward you with some."

He knew every move of Joyas in the south of Uruk.

Improve new farming techniques, build water conservancy, issue common currency, build banks, rule the country according to law, encourage inventions and creations...

The prosperous scene in the south of Uruk, the smiles on the faces of the people, even he has to admit that this holy sword user from another world is indeed a good hand in governing the country.

It is even enough to exist side by side with oneself.

This made Gilgamesh very happy and appreciated Joyas Pendragon.

I just want to share the treasure, but you actually let me be your slave?

This is you, keep secret!

"King Gilgamesh, I admit that you are a wise monarch, but I have no intention of submitting to you." Joyas shook his head decisively.

Joaspendragon stared at the other party with blue eyes, and said seriously: "I will only live for myself."

"Idiot." Gilgamesh squinted his crimson vertical pupils, and yelled loudly, "I didn't expect you, a miscellaneous cultivator, to be so boring, so you can still be called a king!"

"A king who only lives for himself? How ridiculous! A real king should shoulder the burden of this world!"

Joyas said calmly: "That's just the Utopia in your eyes."

Uruk, which is highly dominated by the king, is Gilgamesh's utopia.

Under the control of Gilgamesh, everyone has their own value, and no one is superfluous.

But it also means that everyone's value is defined by him and judged by him.

The king will admit the existence of evil, because evil will make people understand the depth of pain.

The king will allow the existence of goodness, because goodness can deeply eliminate this pain.

Everything in Utopia is enriched by the king's wisdom and responsibility.

This is the world that the true king bears.

In the distance, Humbaba, who was already impatient, let out a roar, and a faint breath of death spread in the sacred fir forest.

The guardian dark giant seemed eager to tear apart the intruders.

"King Gilgamesh, you are indeed the real king." Joyas, who turned his head and looked at Humbaba, calmly drew out the invisible holy sword without looking back: "But such a country is It won't last forever."

"I only recognize the kingly way that can be practiced and survived."

"The Utopia, which is short-lived in the pan, will eventually be submerged in the long river of history. Maybe it will be discovered by future generations one day, leaving a sigh of regret." Joyas turned his head and smiled:

"So I don't want to be that ideal king, I'm just a mortal."

"Cherish the people around you, don't be confused by the excitement brought by the battle, don't be entangled by glory, don't pursue things behind you, don't long for treasure, don't enjoy the world's beliefs, only act for your own purposes, and the purpose will not be for you. Others cause trouble, nothing more than mortal... dragons."

Gilgamesh frowned, his crimson vertical pupils reflected the holy sword user who drew his sword, and fell into deep thought.

Joyas looked at Humbaba who was getting closer, and said softly:

"Trust the people, king."

After finishing speaking, Longzi's holy sword swayed like a storm of magic power, and it was like a rocket propelling towards the huge monster.

The words that dissipated like the wind echoed in Gilgamesh's heart.

Everything has an end.

It is impossible for a king to exist forever. Once a wise king dies, everything in the country without the king will be lost.

But there will always be individuals with wisdom among the masses, and the wisdom of the common people will continue endlessly, and finally ignite the whole world like a spark of fire.

"Hahahaha, interesting and interesting! It really impressed me!"

Gilgamesh, who suddenly laughed wildly, looked at the holy sword user who was fighting Humbaba in the distance.

"For the sake of pleasing this king to this extent, this king will use some real skills after a long time!"

Using the thrust of the gushing magic power, he dodged the flames from Humbaba's mouth as much as possible.

Even Joyas Pendragon of the Unburnt didn't dare to take the magic-enhanced blow head-on.

At the same time, he secretly cried out: How did Enkidu and Gilgamesh kill this guy in the epic?

The powerful storm, the meteor-like flames, and the breath of death that filled the surroundings all the time made Joyas restrained.

At the same time, Humbaba, who manages the gate of the Golden City, can use the power of the world's treasures.

Although he didn't sprinkle a bunch of weapons like a nouveau riche, the treasures thrown out from time to time are all powerful and have different characteristics.

If it weren't for his ancestral intuition and Avalon's protection, he would have been labeled Joyas sauce long ago.

"Even if I am a dragon, I will only be suppressed to exhaustion if I do this." Just when Joyas was thinking about whether to retreat strategically and go back to call someone over.

When he was distracted, one of Humbaba's palms stretched out from the blind spot of his vision without a sound and was about to hold him tightly.

It was only then that Joyas's dazed haireda realized the danger.

Just when his face tensed, he was about to increase the output of magic power to let himself escape.

A few golden spears came through the air like arrows, accompanied by Gilgamesh's ridicule:

"Hmph, it's really a mess. If that's the case, let me join this battle."

"Roar--"

Humbaba's roar mixed with pain and anger resounded through the entire cedar forest, and at the same time, his palm flinched slightly due to the pain.

Joyas grasped the gap to get out of trouble, he shrugged in Gilgamesh's direction:

"Thank you so much, King Gilgamesh."

Chapter 138 The Oldest Little Husband

"Thank you, let's wait until the battle is over! It's coming!"

The corners of Gilgamesh's mouth turned up slightly, and then he stared at Humbaba seriously and reminded loudly.

boom--

With a loud noise, the dust flew up in an instant.

Joyas and Gilgamesh broke out from the smoke at the same time, floating in mid-air, carefully staring at Humbaba surrounded by smoke.

The red light belonging to the giant's magic eye flickered in the smoke, and then more than a dozen weapons of different lengths shot towards the two of them from the smoke.

Joyas' blood-red pupils shrank, and the magic power of his heart rushed to every corner of his body.

ding ding ding-

With the help of the magic eye, he held the holy sword tightly, and saw a few flashes of sword light and a series of crisp metal collision sounds.

Several weapons flying towards Joyas have been picked up by him one by one.