My Heroic Life

"In my case, the relationship with Ereshkigal is pretty good, but at this time they want to see and trust the elder brother."

The blonde king and the green-haired beauty made such assertions, and Roland turned his head and watched the goddesses rushing over in a posture of resignation.

"I'm afraid this is also some kind of fate."

"Hahahaha, it may also be the destiny, which represents Uruk's destiny that shouldn't perish at this time!"

In Gilgamesh's laughter, Roland greeted Ishtar and Ereshkigal, and the two goddesses took his hand from the left and the other, and began to look at Roland's body seriously.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the wounds have basically recovered. That Jinshining can still come in handy occasionally."

"The state of the soul has stabilized, Mr. Roland, do you feel anything wrong?"

Eleshkigal touched Roland’s chest and looked at him worriedly. It was obvious that she still has a desire to sin. Although she can put the dead soul back into the world, she has nothing to do with the problem of the soul itself. The abnormality of Roland's soul worries her very much.

Ishtar glanced at Ai Lei, who was stroking the man’s chest and looking at him affectionately, and found that he seemed to have missed a good opportunity inexplicably. The goddess looked at the two anxiously, always feeling that this was like a TV series. Shaking before kissing, he hurriedly stepped in between the two.

"Okay, well, that's it! It's still on the battlefield now!"

"What, Ishtar, please get out of the way, I just care about Mr. Roland."

"Oh, do you think I will believe your sophistry?"

The two goddesses quarreled again in front of the man because of this trivial matter. Roland looked at this familiar scene that had often appeared recently, with an inexplicable sense of warmth.

Although the time spent together is not long, Ishtar and Eleskigal have really brought him a lot of things. There are surprises, accidents, troubles, and more joy. The gentleness of Ish and Ish Taer's liveliness was like a dye, which made Roland's boring solitary life colorful.

"So I'm just checking the state of Mr. Roland's soul!"

"Huh? Do you have to touch your chest? Roland, you can also say something...Huh? What's wrong?"

Ishtar, who was arguing, turned his head and asked the man who was smiling and looking at them strangely. He didn't understand why Roland didn't sigh as usual but smiled. The man shook his head, and suddenly reached out and hugged him. A goddess.

"Hey? Luo, Roland?"

"Mr. Roland? This is?"

"thank you all."

The young man with long black hair expressed his gratitude, which made the goddesses a little confused for a while, but the tightened arms and tone made them feel the man's sincerity.

"...I haven't done anything."

"Me too, it's better to say that I should thank Mr. Roland."

The two goddesses blushed as they said this. Roland felt the body temperature of the two in his arms. After a long time, he stood up reluctantly. He looked at the two pairs of clear eyes and asked slowly:

"Then can you please believe me and help me again?"

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"what----!"

On the Mesopotamian plains, fierce conflicts between sky and earth, black and white are taking place at this time.

As the goddess of creation, the god Tiamat is almost incalculable. It is also the only god Roland currently knows that is so powerful that she needs to be sealed.

Yes, this posture of stepping on the black mud and calling for thousands of troops and horses is only a state where Tiamat’s power is less than one-tenth. Roland’s power, no matter how powerful, is just giving her a little freedom. The current world is different from the gods, and she can no longer withstand the power of Tiamat. Her only stable residence at the moment can only be the inner sea of ​​the stars.

But even if only part of it, Tiamat's power is still unimaginable for ordinary gods, but today she met an opponent.

The demon realm that gathers divinity and possesses life is also a terrifying existence that is unimaginable in the human world. Although it is currently only swallowed and copied, it obviously has a certain amount of intelligence, but it makes humans fear from the root.

It is a collection of gods across different gods. The distorted forms are constantly changing. The faces of Anu, Marduk, and various gods are constantly changing, accompanied by the use of various powers, and this is right. Tiamat's best provocation.

The war on the plains is like an epic. Tiamat’s son Ravum can transform the killed lives into the same kind, but the silver monsters themselves are not lives, so Tiamat did not obtain an overwhelming advantage, but correspondingly All of the forces of the gods need to consume its own strength, which puts it at a disadvantage in a protracted battle.

In order to swallow the unprecedented huge cake of Tiamat, the collective divinity in the sky has made its own judgment, and the billowing silver cloud floats toward the south, and a large number of monsters seem to be called to the south, and the center of the battlefield has been There has been a transfer.

Hydra, guardians, dragons, and all kinds of high-level etheric lives swarmed out. They led countless silver soldiers in the sky and underground to attack Tiamat surrounded by Rafham. The hurricane in the sky and The thunder continued, and Tiamat opened the defensive array with a cry.

This unbelievable unprecedented offensive and defensive battle just started, and the human beings who were on the verge of collapse were able to breathe a little bit, and in the face of this unprecedented chaos, everyone who had come out of the large army looked solemn.

The pressure on humans may indeed be reduced, but this is after all just an expedient measure to give way to the main stage. No matter who wins the battle before it, it is a disaster for humans.

If the gathering of the gods succeeds in devouring Tiamat, it will be a catastrophe for Mesopotamia. The future that Gilgamesh sees will surely come true, and this terrifying monster may come out of Babylon and endanger the entire world. .

But if Tiamat wins this mythical war, Rafum will become a new disaster. In order to protect Tiamat, they will continue to kill other lives and expand the number. Humans with the most lives will bear the brunt.

"So why call a mother? Isn't this dead end?"

"Since you have done such a thing, you must have a way, Mr. Roland."

The two goddesses who followed Roland to the edge of this mythical battlefield looked worriedly to the silent three people. The long-haired young man nodded and explained:

"Well, what we have to do is not to let either of them win, what we have to do is to use Tiamat to attract the magical collective divine nature."

"Attracted? Is it to bomb this vast plain with treasures?"

"It is indeed a treasure, but it is not a bombing, but to create an environment that can truly destroy that thing."

The long-haired young man said so and looked at Gilgamesh and Enkidu next to him. The two looked back at him and nodded. This was a plan that the three had thought up a long time ago, and it is now finally coming to fruition.

Uruk’s future is a ruined future. This was shown by Gilgamesh’s clairvoyance. It was an almost unchangeable ending. However, behind this despair, there was still hope, and that was Roland, an unstable factor.

On the night ten years ago, the king of gold said:

"Expand it, whether it is power or influence, expand your influence as much as possible, no matter what means you use, break the unchangeable fate, and hold everything in your own hands."

Regarding Gilgamesh's words at the time, the long-haired young man nodded. He didn't say much, just accumulated strength in silence.

Since then, Roland that Gilgamesh has seen is getting weaker and weaker. The fierce general who was able to knock him to the ground against the treasure of the king has become gentle, and he is no longer easy to face the villains close at hand. Instead of asking for a lot of help from a far away country, I was sitting on the tall pavilion, as if it was about to die.

However, Gilgamesh knew that he was a guy who hated hatred more than anyone else. He had almost zero tolerance for injustice and tyranny. He no longer shot did not mean that his mood changed, but there was greater evil waiting for him to exert his strength. A moment.

In the past ten years, his own strength has changed greatly, and he is not even able to stop the fights of the goddesses. But accordingly, Uruk has changed. The city has unknowingly frequent monsoons, and the element of wind is like The streets are filled with spirits, and Mesopotamia is hovering all year round.

Ignorant people attribute this to the heavens, because wind is so prominent in Sumerian mythology. Even Ishtar, the city god, is also used as the reason, but no one has ever thought that this is a man who The strength of oneself has been accumulated over the long years.

At this moment, the torrents brought by the wind elves flooded the world, blowing everyone's clothes hunting and hunting, Gilgamesh and Enkidu stood silently, while Ileskigal and Ishtar were panicked.

"What's going on! This wind!"

"Why? It's plain plain, but the concentration of wind element..."

Glancing at the two incredible goddesses, Gilgamesh sighed.

"Ishtar, don't you ever think about why that man's perception is higher than your mistress of heaven? It's not normal to think about it?"