Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

In front of the God King's statue, the old man in a linen robe saw Luo Wei entering through the side door, and couldn't help but nodded: "Ro Wei, thank you for your hard work."

He repeated again, looking very pleased with Luo Wei's positive arrival.

"This is my job." Luo Wei just smiled and looked around again.

The priests of the temple were already here, and they each sat upright in front of the statues of the gods they enshrined.

This is also the seating rule for this festival in previous years.

The old man standing in front of the statue of the god king and the high priest is naturally the one who enshrines the god king, but at the same time, he is also the host of this annual festival of the gods.

Of course, this year is not hosted by him, but by Luo Wei——

The heir appointed by the old man himself will preside over the sacrificial ceremony.

"Everyone, please take care of me next time." Looking at the priests, the old man said, "This is the first time Luo Wei has held such a big ceremony. I hope everyone can help him."

"Don't worry, High Priest, we will actively cooperate with Priest Luo Wei." The priests responded.

This group of people who have dedicated their lives to worshiping the gods are no longer young. They also have goodwill towards Luo Wei, and even envy the high priest for having such a qualified heir.

It's just that now is not the time for small talk, and everyone didn't say much.

"The king is here!" someone shouted outside the door.

The priests were immediately solemn and silent.

The high priest also slowly retreated to one side, giving Luo Wei the position before the statue of the god king.

On the hollowed-out dome above the temple, rays of light hang down, like dots of golden light, reflecting the flowing colors of the morning sun.

Luo Wei stood up straight.

On the way here, he had already changed into a sacrificial linen suit, holding the stone slab in his hand, staring at the open door, with a solemn expression, motionless, and seemed a little nervous.

In the eyes of everyone, this is a natural reaction.

After all, although this was not the first time he held a sacrifice, it was the first time he led such a large-scale ceremony. It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous.

It's just that in fact, Luo Wei's nervousness is not quite what others think.

What he was thinking about was how to maximize the anger of the coming king, Gilgamesh, so as to achieve his goal.

At this moment, there was a sound outside the door of the temple.

Slap it.

First, numerous servants who had already prepared filed in, and then the carpet made of soft wool was rolled out, treasures were offered one after another, and a strange flower was offered to the god's statue.

Then came the stepping in of the Lord—Gilgamesh.

"Hmph, is this the so-called gods festival? It is so luxurious, but given to a group of bastards who only dare to peep in the sky, such a scene of beating up my king's treasures, really makes me very angry!"

The tone that is very familiar to the people of Uruk echoed in the temple.

It seems that even on this occasion, the king was not able to restrain himself a little...

Standing by Rowe's side, the high priest who only regarded himself as an accompanying sacrifice sighed in his heart, but also put the hope of Uruk and the gods in the future to maintain the faith connection on Rowe.

I have to say, it's really civilized to be better than bad... Obviously many of Luo Wei's actions can't be regarded as having much respect for the gods.

But compared to Gilgamesh, why is it so moving?

The old man suddenly wanted to understand why he valued Luo Wei so much.

On the contrary, Luo Wei didn't think about it that much. He just walked through the rare treasure that was handed up just now, and stared closely at the door.

The tall figure who walked into the palace surrounded by countless servants.

As Luo Wei once saw, Gilgamesh had short hair like gold, a face like a sculpture, his vermilion eyes reflected snake-like pupils, and he was dressed in the only clothes worn by most men in this era. Some long skirt-like clothes cover the lower body, but the upper body is exposed, and the red circuit is covered between the agitated rock-like muscles and skin, shining brightly like a god.

Although its brutal character has long been well known to the people of Uruk.

But people also have to admit that Gilgamesh does have the posture of being a king.

He just strode forward surrounded by the crowd, facing the many statues representing the gods, he still didn't have the slightest intention to restrain himself.

Instead, he looked at Rowido standing in front of the god-king Enlil's statue.

"Has the high priest changed this year? Humph, that's fine, it's better than that old stubborn one—I hope you can give me a different performance, Miscellaneous!"

The unruly king of Uruk seemed to retreat.

Normally, at such a time, one should keep silent and avoid the moodiness that the king of Uruk may appear anytime and anywhere.

That's how most Uruk would respond.

But unfortunately, Luo Wei, who wanted to die, was not a normal person.

Although it's not yet time to hand over the slate to the other party, for Luo Wei, this is also the best time to provoke this guy.

If you want to accumulate into monstrous rage, you can't do it all at once.

So Rowe decided to give him a negative first impression.

Now is a good time.

"Believe me, you'll 'enjoy' it." Luo Wei responded with a smile, his voice echoed in the temple, it seemed peaceful, but somehow there was a bit more yin and yang.

"Miscellaneous cultivator, has this king allowed you to speak?" Gilgamesh's vermilion pupils shrank slightly, and he sneered suddenly.

Many priests, servants, and guards nearby also froze at the same time.

No one expected that Luo Wei would respond to such a casual sentence from Gilgamesh.

If Gilgamesh was provoked...the consequences would be unimaginable!

However, to everyone's surprise, although the king of Uruk had a sneer on his face, he did not show the feeling of being furious...

This young priest seemed really interesting.

He can't wait for something bad to happen to this so-called sacrifice!

Chapter 3 Uruk version of law and order

Luo Wei also wondered why the king of Uruk was so calm.

But even if he had watched the works of the Xingyue World series before traveling, and knew the general character of Gilgamesh, he still couldn't accurately grasp the law of his emotional changes.

Or there is no such thing at all-Gilgamesh, as the king of extreme ego, perfectly fits the four words 'moody'.

So if he couldn't figure it out, Luo Wei didn't plan to think about it.

It's just that it strengthened his determination to ascend to the Throne of Heroes and regain his power.

If there is that power, what is Gilgamesh thinking, and he still can't see through it?

Returning to the present, facing Gilgamesh's questioning with a sneer, Luo Wei just smiled and did not continue to push forward.

Learn to stop when enough is enough.

Just this level is not enough to make him famous in history. If Gilgamesh is completely enraged, then he will die in vain...

It is hard to come by, and the chance to be famous in history, and to die is even more likely to be lost.

Anyway, he is confident that his behavior must have left a very negative impression in Gilgamesh's heart.

that's enough.

"Hmph, did you stop talking? Is this the only level of mere miscellaneous cultivation?"

Gilgamesh was a little disappointed instead: "In this case, then just prostrate yourself under the great brilliance of this king, and let the brilliance illuminate your maggot-like stench to every detail!"

"..." Although, but...how did this guy manage to talk like that without being ashamed?

Luo Wei tried hard to keep his facial expression still.

Gilgamesh shook his head, quite disappointed, thinking that there would be some big show, so it was only this level?

"King, it's almost time." A servant accompanying him warned him.

The time for the ceremony to hold a joint sacrifice to the gods has indeed arrived.

Luo Wei glanced at the sky, it was at noon, and it was said that at this time, the gods would rise to the highest point of Mesopotamia with the scorching sun.

Holding sacrifices at this time is the best way for the gods to feel the respect of humans.

It's time for Luo Wei, the leader of the sacrifice, to make an appearance——

"By the great and revered gods."

Just like the master of ceremonies of later generations, Luo Wei picked up some beautiful words and said loudly: "I am waiting for all the subjects of Uruk to express our sincere thanks and prayers..."

The old priest listened and glanced at Gilgamesh who was leaning on a stone pillar with a disdainful face, and was so moved that he was about to cry.

The contrast between people is so obvious.

As an equally gifted person, although Rowe does not have the strength and wisdom of Gilgamesh, he can be regarded as the second person in the younger generation of Uruk after him.

The gap is not too big, coupled with this kind of attitude that is not pious but at least maintains respect.

This made the old man who thought that Uruk would eventually be abandoned by the gods and perish because of Gilgamesh's reckless behavior feel that Uruk was saved again.

But soon, he stopped laughing.

After Luo Wei finished his beautiful words, many priests standing in front of the statues of the gods they served danced.

The fire light immediately ignited on the offering, and the curling smoke brought it to the god realm.

Next-

It is the most important thing, which is recited by Gilgamesh, the king of Uruk.

In any case, as the ruler of the city-state, he is the protagonist of this festival.

In primitive city-states where politics and religion were united, the highest king was the priest closest to the gods in essence, the messenger of all gods. In front of him, whether it was the high priest or the priests of other gods, they were just accompanying sacrifices.

The slate that Luo Wei held in his hand and created and inscribed by him is just for this purpose.

He is about to deliver the tablet into the hands of Gilgamesh.

Then, let this ceremony become the oldest remonstrance passed down through the ages!

"King, please recite the sacrificial oration." Under the gaze of all the people, Luo Wei lifted the drooping linen robe, and handed the clay tablet in his hand to the blond young man leaning on the stone pillar in front of him.

Although Gilgamesh was a little reluctant, he raised his hand and took it.