Irin had felt it strange before.
In some novels, seeing some scenes, one would often "set off stormy waves in one's heart" and "shocked to the extreme."
Was there really such a magnificent psychological wave?
Actually … no.
Irin leaned over, bent over the scorched earth, and dug out a handful of soil with his fingers.
There was a faint smell of blood in the soil.
Who knew how many corpses were buried under this soil.
Irin flicked the scorched earth at his fingertips into the air. He then turned around and looked at Gilgamesh's golden eyes. He calmly said, "So, you have 'seen' the end of this war."
Gilgamesh disdainfully said, "Don't use your 'tolerance' to measure my power."
Irin ignored the sarcasm in King Gilgamesh's words.
He thought for a moment.
He shook his head and said, "Impossible."
"Hmm?"
Gilgamesh's eyes twitched.
He didn't like disobedience.
He also didn't like to refute.
But this time, the proud Sage King remained silent.
"I came from five thousand years in the future. The era I am in is your future. Five thousand years, such a huge amount of information, no matter how strong you are, you are just a human. You can't clearly see the future of five thousand years. "
"Oh." Gilgamesh sneered, but did not deny it.
"It is more likely that you can only read some fragments, or the 'direction' of certain events."
"Very good." Gilgamesh praised, "No matter how bad the situation is, humans always have hope. Even if this hope is slim, the people of 'Hope' will not easily admit defeat. "
"Where is she?"
It was rare to talk to Gilgamesh face to face. Irin hurriedly seized the time and asked the information he wanted to know.
Gilgamesh looked up at the ferocious crack in the sky, and his face sank. "Hope is in a place we can't reach."
"She is still alive?"
"She is a god."
"Gods can also die."
Gilgamesh sneered again. "Those who can die are not gods."
"Under certain circumstances, I've seen a god die with my own eyes."
Irin was referring to Uranus.
He witnessed the destruction of that world with his own eyes.
Gods could also fail, die, and shed tears. Gods were not omnipotent.
Gilgamesh shook his head. He did not intend to dwell on this topic.
All he could see was scorched earth. Gilgamesh turned around. His sturdy back seemed a little more melancholy.
After a while.
The two of them remained silent.
Gilgamesh turned his back to Irin and waved his hand. "Go back, weak spirit. Remember, what you see with your own eyes is only 'your future', not 'Uruk's future'. "
What did he mean?
Irin was slightly stunned.
He hated riddles the most.
But in the blink of an eye, Gilgamesh had disappeared in front of him.
It was like a gust of wind.
He came and went without a trace.
Irin turned around and swept his gaze across the land and sky. He could already roughly infer and imagine the story that happened on this land and in the sky five thousand years ago through the existing clues. But what was the ending of the story?
Suddenly,
On the empty land,
Irin was alone.
He felt that his limbs were cold, his lips were numb, and the tip of his tongue was dry.
Irin could not help but have a terrible guess in his mind.
"Could this be … the dusk of the gods?"
…
Gilgamesh left first.
It was as if he had never left.
According to reliable sources, the sage king had been in the palace, diligently working to deal with the affairs of Uruk.
Irin and the others returned to "Heavenly Palace Uruk" one after another.
This was a continent floating in the sky.
When Irin told the others about the situation on the ground.
Yan Feng expressed his disbelief.
But seeing it with his own eyes, he had to believe it.
In the end, the orthodox magician from the Mythical Sea, Yan Feng and Michelle came to a reasonable conclusion after a discussion.
This singularity was very likely to exist in "fantasy" and not in "reality" history. It was a "world container" that was separated by the power of the Holy Grail.
"So, in fact, Kanzaki does not exist."
Yan Feng felt that this was the most reliable interpretation of all of this.
There was no other possibility.
Logically speaking, if this floating continent really existed, how could it not have been discovered by others?
Five thousand years.
Five thousand years of day and night was enough to distort all kinds of "historical facts" to the point that even its grandmother could not recognize it.
Perhaps, in real history, the fifth king of the Uruk civilization was a beautiful woman, and not a handsome man like Gilgamesh.
History was always written by humans. But in history, wrong and right, no one could travel back in time to distinguish right from wrong.
After returning to Uruk, they did not dare to be too far away from each other.
Because the threat that the shadow brought could be said to be destructive.
The six heroic spirits stayed in the same room, leaning against the corner of the wall to rest for a while.
They fought from day to night, and then to dawn. Even though they came to Uruk as heroic spirits, they were still humans in essence. As long as they were human, they would feel tired.
No one knew what would happen next. So, in order to survive, everyone, including Irin, was trying their best to adjust their body to the best condition. No one dared to relax.
In the afternoon.
The six heroic spirits closed their eyes to rest. They only entered a light sleep for a few hours.
The loud sound of a bugle horn was heard, and the six heroic spirits were awakened from their dreams.
Irin was not actually asleep.
He was thinking over and over in his mind.
Thinking about everything about Uruk.
Thinking about what Gilgamesh said on the scorched earth.
He had called Xiaoxi's name countless times in his heart. He even used the tried and tested food to tempt Miriam. That arrogant goddess did not respond.
Was it because the Xiaoxi of this era was not familiar with him, so she did not bother with him?
In the loud horn, Irin opened his eyes helplessly.
They washed their faces with water and walked out of the temple as fast as they could.
The city was already immersed in the solemn atmosphere of the eve of the war.
Groups of soldiers with solemn expressions lined up neatly. Without hesitation, they walked out of the city.
Orderly war songs were sung, and the prayers were continuous. Together with the sound of footsteps, they formed a tragic epic.
They sang the war songs in the ancient language of Uruk. Even Yi Lin, who had a cold personality, could not help but be affected by the sonorous singing. She used her fastest speed to walk up the city walls with Miriam.
It was noon.
But the sky was dark.
The Heavenly Palace Continent, where Uruk was located, floated above the clouds. There were no clouds in the sky for thousands of miles, but the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow. It was like a pot lid, pressing down on the top of Uruk, making it difficult for people to breathe.
"They're here!"
On the city wall, everyone's gaze froze.
From the crack in the sky, it seemed like a black rain was falling.
Densely packed monsters descended from the sky.
But after experiencing the previous two sieges, these small monsters, just tens of thousands of them, could no longer move the heroic spirits, soldiers, and King Gilgamesh.
What really moved them were the six black figures in front of the monster horde!
They were all black, and they were of different heights. Some wore black armor and held long swords, some held spears, some held hammers, and some … wait, are those mobile phones?
On the other side, there were a total of six figures that stood out from the crowd of monsters!
The dense horde of beasts turned a deaf ear to the six black figures as they surged past them.
"They're heroic spirits."
King Gilgamesh said softly, confirming the identity of the "generals" on the other side.
They were heroic spirits!
This was no longer a matter of the eighth or ninth.
Including Assassin, who killed Red Hair, there were also seven heroic spirits on the other side!
In other words, including Red Hair, who had already stepped on his grave, there were a total of fourteen heroic spirits summoned by the Holy Grail in the battle of Uruk in the Heavenly Continent in this era!
This was the real Holy Grail War!
Seven heroic spirits versus seven heroic spirits!
"Plop!"
Yan Fenggong was dumbfounded. He sat down on the city wall.
But soon, he quickly stood up and activated the Golden Demon Eye, extravagantly using the Epic-level Demon Eye Lightbulb as a telescope.
Although he expected that the eighth heroic spirit would appear in the real Holy Grail War, it was not surprising. But what he never expected was that the number of heroic spirits on the battlefield had reached an unprecedented fourteen!
Fourteen heroic spirits!
What kind of Holy Grail could summon fourteen heroic spirits? Bastard!
This was impossible!
"Impossible!"
He thought in his heart, but on the surface, he could not hold back and said what was in his heart.
"Crackle!"
"Crackle!"
"Crackle!"
In the calm sky, there was a harsh crackle.
Everyone's face changed slightly. They saw that right above Uruk City, a little bit of flashing lightning was gathering.
In the blink of an eye, the gathered lightning formed a dark thundercloud, and there was a terrible sound of thunder brewing in the thundercloud.
"Good attack!"
On the battlefield, Gilgamesh was in high spirits. He took out the slate, and his eyes turned golden.
When everyone thought that he was finally ready to attack, they did not expect Gilgamesh to directly call out:
"Caster, it's your turn."
Irin's heart was full of praise.
But at the moment, it was not his turn to continue. At the critical moment, Irin, who was wearing a dark magician's robe, floated up, with a ring on his hand, and stretched out his five fingers above his head.
The turbulent magic power was surging in Irin's body.
For the first time, he personally experienced the feeling of Mana Value … ah no, the feeling of magic power circling in his body.
This feeling was incomparably clear. It was like a kind of rhythm that followed his movements, singing a joyous ballad.
In modern times, magic power was thin, and Irin relied on Mana Value to cast skills. But this time, he was in the Age of Gods, where magic was rich, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in a sea of magic power. This feeling made Irin have the illusion that he could tear heroic spirits with his bare hands from time to time … No, I want to tear ten of them!
The scene at the moment was not optimistic, but Irin could not help but exclaim: So cool!
So cool!
"Come on!"
Circle!
Layer upon layer of magic lines vibrated between Irin's wrist.
As Irin drew a circle, a huge wormhole appeared above Uruk City.
Irin was in the air, and with a backhand, he opened a super-large teleportation circle with a diameter of hundreds of meters!
Boom!
Boom!!
Boom!!!
Boom!!!!
Waves of thunder fell from the dark clouds.
But the terrible thunder did not have a chance to fall on Uruk City.
Irin casually marked a coordinate, and the power of thunder passed through the wormhole and was sent to some corner of the world by Irin.
The dazzling light shone on the earth.
One after another, thunder roared in the sky.
But all of them were blocked by Irin, one person, one hand, the power of the thunder that could be called a natural disaster!
After recovering from the shock, the morale of the Uruk soldiers soared.
They stood on the edge of the city wall of Uruk and shouted the rank of Irin:
“Caster！”
“Caster！”
“Caster！”
Not only the close-combat soldiers, but even the Uruk court clerics were shocked by Irin's move.
How could a descendant have developed such a ridiculous magic trick?
In the blink of an eye.
Another round of thunder.
Uruk City was not damaged at all.
"Krak Krak Krak —"
On the city wall behind Uruk City, domineering cannons appeared from the hidden compartments.
A total of 360 special magic cannons suddenly fired at the enemy camp.
"Dingir (Divine Power Seal)!"
As he chanted, circles of golden light rippled around Gilgamesh.
At this moment, Gilgamesh looked like a god descending from the heavens, majestic and mighty.
The Divine Power Seal was the secret weapon of Uruk City!
Three hundred and sixty laser cannon-like rays landed among the enemy troops without needing to aim.
The distance of nearly 10 kilometers was covered in the blink of an eye.
There was no need to aim now. Outside of Uruk City, there were enemies everywhere, and a few shots were enough.
This time, the enemy seemed to have learned their lesson from the previous two times.
They no longer scattered their forces and besieged Uruk City from all sides.
Instead, they chose the flattest plain, gathered all their forces, and launched a strong attack on Uruk City.
It was as if they were saying that this wave of attack would flatten Uruk City!
On the ground, there was a stampede of beasts.
On top of the beasts, there was a magic eye.
In the sky, there was a strange creature with wings and emitting a fishy green gas.
The air force and the army were at the same time.
This number was far more than the number of soldiers in Uruk City.
But in the next moment,
No one was afraid.
No one flinched.
No one trembled.
"Go, my fearless soldiers, for Uruk, for" Hope ", for the survival of mankind, charge!"
On the city wall, Gilgamesh's face was cold. He waved his hand and issued the command to charge.
Charge!
A loud battle song was heard. One by one, neat formations, with firm steps, charged towards the plain.
After the death of Akagami, there were only three heroes left in Uruk City who were good at close-combat. They became the leaders of the soldiers and charged at the front.
Under normal circumstances, apostles would never do such a stupid thing. But they had no choice. What happened to Akagami was still fresh in their minds. None of them wanted Gilgamesh to find a random reason to strangle them on the chains and beat them as a warning to others.
The sound of thunder was the signal to charge. It was like a signal. The foreign army also launched their attack.
After dealing with this wave of large-scale magic, Irin was shocked. But he calmly returned to the city wall and stared at the six dark figures in the distance.
Today, the biggest challenge was not these small fries, but the heroic spirits on the other side!
Seven heroic spirits!
The wave of thunder just now was obviously released by the magician heroic spirits on the other side. If Irin did not have the magic to open the portal, the number of casualties in Uruk City would be incalculable. This level of magic was not something that could be easily released by humans. Obviously, the heroic spirits on the other side were real heroic spirits. They had also been strengthened by the Holy Grail and the Throne of Heroes.
"How is this possible?"
Irin frowned and thought about this question.
He did not forget that the reason they came here was because of Circia von Erzberen. After coming to this era, Circia had never appeared again. This had become a layer of haze on the battlefield. They had to be careful.
Yes.
Yan Feng's impartial reaction was not strange.
Logically speaking, this was impossible.
The seven of them were summoned from Gilgamesh's Holy Grail.
But how did the seven heroic spirits on the other side come about?
When the impossible had become possible, everything had become a reality.
Then, there must be a reason for this.
There must be a reason that could explain this situation.
After eliminating all the impossible answers, there was only one possibility left. No matter how ridiculous, ridiculous, or exaggerated it was, it might be the only answer.
After a while.
Irin suddenly realized, "In this era, there is a second Holy Grail!"
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