Gilgamesh glanced at everyone and was silent for a moment:

"I have given you a chance. Since you don't want to leave, then it's up to you...

Now that the treasury is damaged, you can no longer stay here. Before I rebuild Uruk, you will first live in this [Nahai Box] for a year at most, and then I will take you out."

Gilgamesh opened the stone box, and a rainbow light enveloped all the survivors of Wucheng, engulfing them.

He closed the stone box and put it in his arms.

Lin Qiye stood aside, watching the process in silence.

“Have you really thought it through?” Lin Qiye sighed. “Since one of the side effects of the Star Coin is forgetfulness, then when it turns clockwise again, you will completely forget your past self…”

"Forget it, just forget it." Gilgamesh said calmly.

“The so-called Hero King disappeared long ago when Uruk was destroyed. The glory of the past is only history after all… All I have to remember is that I am the King of Uruk.

Sometimes, forgetting is also a new beginning. "

He glanced at the [Star Coin] in the ruins, whose rotation speed was gradually slowing down, picked up a nearby red long sword artifact, and walked towards the sky.

Purple divine power surged around him like an ocean, and slowly moved to both sides with his footsteps. Under his gray-gold royal robe, the edge of his sword flashed with a cold light.

He looked up at the battlefield of gods in the sky and whispered softly:

"Sun Wukong... I am here."

Gilgamesh took a step forward, and the purple divine power around him suddenly twisted, and his figure instantly came to the side of Sun Wukong who was performing a Dharma performance!

Sun Wukong turned his head and glanced at him, then retracted his gaze and looked back at the battlefield in front of him, and said calmly: "You are too late, I have already killed one."

The goddess of love and war, Inanna, who was severely injured by Sun Wukong at the beginning, had fallen to the ground in a bloody mess, her eyes were dull and she had lost her breath. Only the god of fire Bigil, with an ugly look on his face, and the moon goddess Nanna were standing not far away.

Gilgamesh did not speak. He just silently clenched the sword in his hand, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he looked at the moon goddess Nannar!

"Then let's see who can kill faster."

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, "The God of Fire is mine, and the God of Moon is yours."

"good."

The moment Gilgamesh finished speaking, two streams of divine power surged out!

A gray-gold royal robe and a golden-red battle robe were like two sharp swords carrying endless murderous aura, pointing directly at the throats of the two Sumerian gods!

The earth is shaking!

…

The King's Treasury, on the other side of the desert.

A hazy fog poured down from the sky, and a figure covered in blood was wriggling in the desert like a maggot.

No. 22 gritted his teeth, stared at the gap in the treasure house above his head, and a fire of hope burned in his heart!

Originally he was still worried about how he would escape from this treasure house if the three gods really controlled this place, but he didn't expect that the treasure house would actually crack open, right above his head.

God is willing to spare me!

No. 22 moved forward a little, and suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

Without thinking, he quickly rolled sideways in the sand. The next moment, a black hammer surrounded by electric light fell directly into the sand from the sky!

The leaping electric arc brushed across No. 22's cheek. If he had moved a minute later, he would have been smashed into a bloody mess by the hammer. He crawled in the desert with his heart pounding wildly.

Artifact?

How could a divine weapon fall from the sky?

No. 22 looked up in confusion, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He saw densely packed divine weapons falling from the sky like raindrops, and one of them was falling right around him!

No. 22 twisted his body with great effort to avoid the falling artifacts. Sand pits were smashed out by the artifacts, and yellow sand flew all over the sky, almost covering the entire sky.

Dozens of seconds later, all the artifacts had fallen, and No. 22 barely managed to raise his head from the sand dune.

"This is..." No. 22 muttered to himself when he saw the artifacts scattered around him.

He climbed out of the sand dune like crazy, stretched out his hand to grab an ancient milky white heart-protecting amulet, and put it around his neck. A gentle halo emanated from the amulet, repairing his severely injured body bit by bit.

"Artifacts, they are all artifacts!" No. 22 showed ecstasy.

He picked up a silver lock with his left hand and grabbed the king's [Sword] stuck in the crevice of the stone with his right hand. Just as he was about to look for something else, his eyes suddenly fell on the [Scepter] not far away, two-thirds of which was sunken in the sand dunes.

Without saying a word, No. 22 staggered two steps and struggled to grab the [scepter] from the sand.

Due to his serious injuries and unstable legs, he stumbled and slid down the sand dune, rolling for dozens of meters like a sandbag. Even though one of his hands was broken, he still held the [Scepter] tightly in his arms with his elbow, as if it was his life.

Finally, covered in wounds, he slowly stopped tumbling in the desert.

No. 22 lowered his head and looked at the golden [scepter] and [sword] in his arms. A smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. His smile became wider and wider. In the end, he simply fell to the ground and laughed like a madman.

After laughing for a full minute, he seemed tired of laughing and stood up from the sand shakily.

He held the [Scepter] in one hand and put the [Sword] on his back with a silver lock. He glanced at the other artifacts not far away, and greed appeared in his eyes.

But soon, he shook his head, and this greed was suppressed by his reason.

In his current state, he couldn't take away so many artifacts. If he dragged them away, they would only become a burden to his escape.

He took a deep breath, shifted his gaze away from the artifacts on the ground, used the [scepter] as a crutch, supported his body, and walked towards the gap in the sky little by little.

…

at the same time.

Fog.

In the endless silence, the two gods stood on the clouds, looking down at the king turtle that was constantly moving below, their brows furrowed more and more.

"How long has it been since they went in?" asked No. 04.

"It's been more than three days, and there's still no sign of it coming out." No. 03 shook his head. "The mark should have been triggered. It seems that they still failed."

"What should we do next?"

"This King's Treasury is more difficult to find than we thought... However, we finally found it, so we can't just give up like this." No. 03 pondered for a moment, "Let's find a chance to gather another group of agents and try again."

Just as the two were about to leave, a loud dull noise suddenly came from the king turtle's shell!

"Um?"

No. 03 stopped immediately.

"What's that sound?" No. 04 looked at the king turtle's shell in confusion.

"Is it the King's Treasury?" No. 03's eyes showed joy, "Did they succeed?"

The king turtle's shell carries the king's treasury. Since there is an unusual movement there, it certainly means that something has happened to the king's treasury!

But... three days have passed, and those agents should all be dead.