sbdcsierra Chapter 1118 The Corpse Becomes the Key, Is the Hero King About to Awaken?
Chapter 1118 The Corpse Becomes the Key, Is the Hero King About to Awaken?
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The cracks, like a spider web, instantly covered the entire wooden chopstick.
The next second, it turned into a handful of wood chips in Lin Qiye's palm and scattered with the wind.
The star coin that had been floating on the back of his hand stopped spinning completely.
The light dimmed, and it fell to the sand with a clatter, as if it had exhausted all its energy.
"No...no way?" Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.
"What's wrong?" Wu Hen asked as he got up from the ground, brushing the sand off his face.
"That thing... seems to be out of power."
"What?!" Wu Hen's expression changed.
The two looked up at the same time and saw that Gibir, who had been blasted far away, had regained his footing.
He looked down at the cracks in his divine armor, then at the empty space ahead.
His face was filled with the shock of surviving a disaster and boundless rage.
"Bastards! You're done playing your tricks?!" Gibir's voice boomed like thunder.
"I will crush your bones one by one!"
"Run!" Lin Qiye yelled, grabbed Wu Hen, and ran wildly in the opposite direction from Gibir.
Without the flying boots and Zhou Ping's sword intent, if we don't run now, are we waiting for the New Year?
The two ran for their lives across the desert, but how could two legs outrun a god?
Gibir, transformed into a fiery meteor, rapidly approached from behind, the scorching heat already making their backs burn.
"Damn it! Couldn't your worthless coin hold up a little longer?!" Wu Hen yelled as he ran.
"Do you think I don't want to? It's charged by the second!" Lin Qiye cursed without turning his head.
Instead of complaining, why not think of a solution!
Just then, a thunderclap suddenly resounded in the clear night sky that had been cloudless!
Boom!
A pale white bolt of lightning struck down from the sky without warning, hitting them precisely less than ten meters in front of them!
The sand was blasted into a charred crater, and the violent electric current made the two of them shudder and almost fall over.
"Holy crap! Thunder in the desert?!" Lin Qiye blurted out.
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?!"
Before the two could react, a second and a third bolt of lightning struck down in quick succession, as if they had eyes, chasing after them and exploding.
"This is fucking wrong!" Wu Hen shouted as he dodged awkwardly.
"What incredibly bad luck!"
Gibir watched from behind, completely stunned.
Were these two mortals committing suicide with lightning?
Lin Qiye also felt that something was really weird. He was running so hard that his lungs felt like they were about to explode. He gritted his teeth and said, "Never mind that! Let's shake off the one behind us first!"
The two of them rushed forward, stumbling and sinking, but the sand beneath their feet suddenly softened and turned into a huge quicksand vortex!
"Pfft!"
The two men sank in instantly, the sand quickly reaching their knees and continuing to rise.
"Damn it! Another trap?" Lin Qiye struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the faster he fell in.
"Something's not right!" Wu Hen's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with astonishment and doubt.
"This isn't a trap! Don't you feel like we've been having a run of bad luck ever since that coin malfunctioned?"
First came a bolt from the blue, then a hole appeared under my feet—what a coincidence!
Lin Qiye's mind went blank.
He remembered the description of that coin—[Misfortune Coin].
"Could it be... that its side effect is misfortune?" Lin Qiye murmured.
"Very likely! It's an equivalent exchange! The more outrageous your wish, the stronger the subsequent backlash will be!"
Wu Hen's analysis hit the nail on the head: "We are the most unlucky people in the world right now!"
"Hold!"
Lin Qiye had barely uttered a curse when Gibir, grinning maliciously, caught up with him from behind.
"Run? Why don't you run?"
He hovered above the quicksand, looking down at the two unfortunate souls floundering in the sand, his face full of mockery.
"Now, it's my turn."
He slowly raised his fist, and the lava gathered again.
Wu Hen and Lin Qiye exchanged a glance, both seeing despair in each other's eyes.
With divine retribution and human calamity combined, how can we possibly compete?
At this critical moment, a clear and majestic call came from the depths of the desert.
“Gibber, come back.”
Gibir froze, seemingly in awe of the voice; his arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by respect.
"Yes, Lord Nanna."
He glared at Lin Qiye and the other man one last time, then snorted coldly, turned into a streak of fire, and flew off in the direction from which the sound came.
The quicksand whirlpool stopped at some point, and the sand surface returned to calm.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other, not reacting for a long time.
"...They're leaving already?" Lin Qiye was a little incredulous.
"It seems like it was that guy named Nanna who called him away." Wu Hen gasped for breath, still shaken.
"We... survived?"
The two crawled out of the sand, lying on the ground, exhausted, and gasping for air.
The feeling of relief after surviving the ordeal lasted only a few seconds before Wu Hen suddenly sat up, his face grave.
"No, we can't stay here."
"what happened?"
"Think about it, that Nanna just now was the moon goddess."
"He was in the middle of the desert, and he even called back the god of fire, Gibir. What were they planning to do?"
Wu Hen's eyes gleamed with wisdom. "Something big is about to happen here, and it's definitely not something good."
Lin Qiye jumped up from the ground with a start.
"Let's go! Get as far away from here as possible!"
The two dared not linger any longer. After determining the direction, they immediately ran in the opposite direction from where they had been before.
But as they ran, they realized something was wrong.
The surrounding sand dunes looked strangely familiar.
"Wait a minute." Wu Hen stopped and pointed to a sandpit not far away, brightly lit by the moonlight.
"Have we been there before?"
Lin Qiye's pupils contracted.
That sandpit was where they first fell, an area that had been imbued with the divine power of the moon goddess Nanna, resembling a pool.
They ran for ages, but somehow ended up coming right back!
"It's bad luck!" Wu Hen's voice trembled slightly.
"Our sense of direction, our judgment, have all been affected by this damned misfortune! We have no way to escape!"
Lin Qiye's heart sank to the bottom.
Just then, the sand in the center of the Moonlight Pool began to churn violently.
A figure covered in dark gold armor, but already devoid of any life.
Guided by the moonlight, it slowly rose from beneath the sand and eventually hovered in mid-air.
Although his heroic face was ashen, it still exuded an aura of dominance.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were hiding behind a sand dune when they saw the corpse.
The two of them seemed to have their throats choked, and even their breathing stopped!
“Gil…Gamish?!” Lin Qiye’s voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with disbelief, fear, and shock.
It's the corpse of the King of Heroes!
They actually found the remains of the hero-king Gilgamesh deep in the desert!
The figure of the moon goddess Nanna appeared silently beside the corpse.
In his hands, he held a gleaming golden cup.
[Holy Grail]!
The first step is to create a new world.
Nanna raised the Holy Grail high, and the crimson liquid within poured down onto Gilgamesh's body.
The ancient and obscure Sumerian language, like a curse from the depths of hell, was chanted in a low voice from Nanna's mouth.
The crimson liquid seeped into the gaps in the armor, as if a faint trace of life had been injected into the body that had been dead for thousands of years.
The air completely froze at this moment.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, hiding behind the sand dunes, watched helplessly as the floating corpse appeared.
The right hand, which had long been stiff and gray, hanging limply at its side, suddenly... twitched at the tip of its index finger.
In an instant, it seemed as if the temperature of the entire desert had dropped to freezing point.
Meanwhile, at the far horizon,
On the walls of that ancient city, scarred by war, a few faint lights quietly appeared.