As the divine ruins covered every corner of the king's treasury, the ground beneath everyone's feet suddenly shook violently!

The puppet hero king in the sky held the [scepter] in one hand and held the other hand in the air, as if he had grasped some invisible power and suddenly clenched it!

boom--!!

Explosions sounded from the air.

Lin Qiye felt a shock in his chest, and a box suddenly broke through his collar and flew rapidly towards the Puppet Hero King in the air.

"Crystal ball?" Lin Qiye tried to reach out and grab the box, but its speed was too fast and it slipped out of his hand in an instant.

The box contained the crystal ball, a divine artifact given to him by the old Lord of Wu City not long ago. At this moment, following the movements of the Puppet Hero King, it flew out of the air as if receiving some kind of guidance.

Not only this crystal ball, but also streams of light rose from the ruins of Wucheng and the desert and rushed into the sky!

"Is it the [Thunder Hammer]? I saw the [Thunder Hammer]!"

"My bracelet!"

"The Wind Fairy's bell flew away too!"

"The artifacts... the artifacts have all flown away! What's going on?!"

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The survivor standing on the city wall exclaimed.

The sacred artifacts that had been guarded and maintained by the residents of Wucheng for generations flew up into the sky one after another from the ruins. In the rolling yellow sand desert, a large number of black spots were approaching rapidly. Lin Qiye squinted his eyes and even saw the Dionysus pot, the winged boots, the spear and the silver flying bird.

All the artifacts stored in the King's Treasury are actively flying towards the Puppet Hero King in the air.

Under the control of the Moon Goddess Nanna, the Puppet Hero King activated the [King] Law and once again awakened the [King's Treasure House] that had been sleeping for thousands of years!

Many divine artifacts flew to the clouds and hung behind the Puppet Hero King, gradually interweaving into a dazzling wall of divine artifacts. The brilliant divine light illuminated the dark sky brightly and brilliantly.

At the same time, everyone felt their bodies sink, and the black wall under their feet also rose from the ground, carrying their bodies and flying into the clouds.

The survivors who lost their balance fell off the city wall one after another and plummeted from the sky amidst screams of terror.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye took the initiative to jump down from the city wall and said aloud:

"When the great roc soars with the wind, it soars up to ninety thousand miles!"

The howling whirlwind lifted up everyone's bodies and placed them steadily on the ground. The frightened residents turned pale and realized that there was a stranger hiding near them.

Lin Qiye didn't have time to say anything more to these residents, his face suddenly froze.

He suddenly exerted force on the hand holding the King's [Star Coin], locking it tightly in his palm. However, the terrifying power transmitted from the [Star Coin] almost carried him into the sky!

The "Absolute Submission" attribute of [King's Treasury] can forcibly control all the artifacts contained inside...even the other four artifacts of the same "Supreme" level are no exception.

No, if this continues, I will fall into the hands of the Puppet Hero King!

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes, and after a moment, he took the initiative to let go of the [Star Coin] in his hand.

The [Star Coin] turned into a stream of light, cut through the sky, and fell back around the Puppet Hero King. Together with the [Sword], [Holy Grail] and [Scepter], they surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon.

Without the protection of the city walls, the survivors and Lin Qiye were completely exposed in the ruins.

The three gods in the sky looked down at them.

Nanna said calmly:

"There are still some fish that have escaped the net... All of them should be sacrificed to the Holy Grail."

Inanna, the goddess of love and war, nodded, and with a flash of her body, she flew over the ruins of Wucheng.

She looked down indifferently at the dozen figures below her feet, stepped forward in mid-air, and slowly raised the spear in her hand...

"Great God of Love and Beauty!" Among the terrified survivors, a woman hastily pushed through the crowd, looked up at the figure, and said almost pleadingly:

"Please let us go... You have killed so many people, isn't that enough?! Please, for the sake of our king, let us go..."

"My king?" Inanna said with a smile, "Are you talking about Gilgamesh? You don't still think that we are really his gods, do you?

As for...letting you go?

Even your king has become a running dog at our mercy, so what are you mortals...?

Without Gilgamesh, Uruk is nothing but a mob. It is an honor for you mortals to be sacrificed to restore the glory of Sumer!"

Inanna's voice was like thunder, rumbling in the ears of many residents of Wucheng. She raised her spear, and her surging divine power poured down!

These ordinary people, under the pressure of the Lord God, had no room to resist at all. They just felt as if mountains were suddenly pressing down on their shoulders, pressing them to the ground.

They were forced to kneel on the ruins, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down their cheeks, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Tali's forehead was pressed hard against the sharp corner of the uneven broken stone slab. The sharp stone tip pierced her skin, and blood flowed down her forehead, dyeing the ground beneath her feet red.

She gritted her teeth and tried her best to stand up, but her body felt like it was filled with lead and could not move at all... She sobbed, and her tears mixed with blood seeped through the broken stone slabs and flowed into the gap below.

She didn't understand what they had done wrong?

They just followed the instructions of their ancestors and lived in this Wucheng for generations, maintaining and preserving these artifacts... They didn't provoke anyone, but disasters kept coming.

Their father died, as did the city lord and other uncles. Invaders coveted their sacred artifacts, the three gods they had always believed in used them as sacrifices, the heroic king whom their ancestors had sworn to protect was made into a puppet, and even the sacred artifacts that they had guarded for generations fell into the hands of the gods.

In the face of disaster, they are like lambs to be slaughtered, and anyone can easily take their lives.

No one is on their side.

Tali's tears of grievance continued to flow out. She slowly closed her eyes, preparing to face her own death.

At this moment, she saw out of the corner of her eye that a seal that was burnt black by flames was lying quietly in the ruins beside her.

It was a cuneiform seal... a cuneiform seal from Uruk.

Every household in Wucheng hangs this kind of wedge seal.

This is a symbol and also a heritage. Their ancestors passed down this wedge seal so that future generations would remember that they are the descendants of the Kingdom of Uruk and that the blood of Uruk flows in their bodies!

Ucheng will always be the city of Uruk.

Seeing everyone kneeling in front of her like ants, Inanna's mouth curled up slightly:

"That's right... It's better to kneel to me than to your hero king."

Hearing these words, Tali, who was staring blankly at the wedge chapter, felt her heart tremble.

Her almost exhausted body began to tremble uncontrollably. An unprecedented belief surged in her heart, and amazing perseverance burst out of her eyes.

She lay prone on the ground, and exerted force sideways, like a turtle, and rolled over on the ground with difficulty. Her body, which was originally kneeling, rolled onto her back.

She stretched out a hand and tightly grasped the wedge beside her. Her stubborn eyes stared at Inanna in the sky, and a smile appeared at the corners of her pale mouth.

She didn't say anything, but her eyes seemed to say:

Look, I didn't kneel to you!

I know I will die, I know I can't resist you, but so what?

Even if I roll on the ground... I will never kneel to you!

Seeing Tali's actions from the corner of her eye, the old men who were also kneeling on the ground began to follow suit.

Their hunched bodies rolled ugly on the ground, like dead fish turning over, facing Inanna in the sky.

This is a kind of silent stubbornness and also a kind of silent persistence.

Under the surging divine power, in the dead and lonely city,

A group of abandoned people, pitiful and ridiculous, guarding the last flicker of fire belonging to Uruk.