"Will you slay my son again, or will you slay me this time?" Xu Zhi's face was complex and surprised, but he remained calm. He seemed daring, but it was just his nature. He looked at Gilgamesh, the so-called King of Heroes. The last time they met, Xu Zhi had barely survived and had gone on to kill his own beloved son. Now, facing his own death for the second time, Gilgamesh was about to strike with the sword Xu Zhi had gifted him - one of three treasures that represented civilization. Perhaps Xu Zhi should have realized from the start that choosing a young, brave insect among a group of trembling apes who dared to shout at a towering giant would mean something significant. He was unafraid to face the sword himself; it was simply his nature. Xu Zhi said calmly, "Gilgamesh, I warn you for the last time, stop your violence. This is barbarism, not civilization. What you do next will come at a great cost to you." "There is no cost greater than death," replied Gilgamesh, his bright red eyes slowly opening. He seemed to be transported back to his youth, exuding a passion and madness that he had long since forgotten. "Just like when I was young and went to slay the Fenba beast with a death wish, today, I will slay the wise beast, steal his civilization, and seize his power to achieve true immortality." "I will lead my people to challenge you!" His muscles tensed, and his snow-white skin glistened like a Nordic god. With a fierce roar, he raised his sword high, and the wind whipped his silver locks wildly. "This is the first collision of two civilizations, where one wise civilization challenges another unique wise beast... Wise beast, even though you once guided our civilization, you are now blocking our path." With a clang, a deep and distant sound of a stone bell rang out, and the entire city of Uruk boiled over. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers gathered in the city, forming a dense and orderly array. Xu Zhi watched the scene and sighed. "Gilgamesh had prepared for this moment more than ten years ago, before I even knew about it. Everyone is now armed... Today, he has only brought me here, and if I don't agree to his terms, he will kill me." Brave and cunning, from this perspective, he was indeed a great tyrant.

On the Mesopotamian Plain, the Ur plain was a vast city. Ishdar stood calmly in front of the palace. Even though it was far away, she could still see the towering giant standing beside the royal city, with a holy radiance shining through the clouds. "What a magnificent and perfect life." Ishdar was shocked, but her pupils shrank slightly. "It's time to take action. If it weren't for finding help, how could Gilgamesh, with his dictatorship and barbarism, give the precious blood of power to others? He has been looking for other helpers since the beginning." Tatata! She lightly leaped up, mounted the Alra beast, put on a black felt hat, and swung a black stone hammer made from the bones of the giant beast. "Mother! Grandmother! Great-grandmother!" There were countless men and women on the plain who hesitated to speak. "Zaern, are you still alive?" Ishdar suddenly turned her head. A young man showed a bitter expression, "Grandma, Father is already lying in bed and is about to die..." "My son, wait for me, Ishdar, the King of the Grassland, to come back and continue your life!" Ishdar flashed a trace of sadness and longing, looking at the towering giant in the distance, extremely eager, "I am not Gilgamesh, who can kill his own son with his own hands. I cannot bear to see my son, grandson, and all of them die in front of me. I want to get more blood of power, even the blood of the intelligent giant beast, which may be the blood of immortality..." "Set out." She suddenly slapped the Alra beast under her body, revealing the bravery and courage of the barbarians on the grassland, and led the most elite barbarian cavalry army to set off. "History will remember this great moment. In the 175th year of the Sumerian Dynasty, the Sumerians will kill the intelligent giant beast and drink the blood of immortality and return!!!" ... The divine tree near the capital city. This towering ancient tree that once pierced the sky and was used to test three civilized treasures had been abandoned for a long time. At this moment, a prosperous Enkidu forest city was built on the tree. On the highest treehouse, on the trunk of the balcony outside, Enkidu leaned on a wooden crutch, quietly watching the shocking scene of the terrifying giant towering into the sky in the distance, with several disciples standing quietly behind him. "Teacher, it's time to go. We promised the king and should fulfill it..." Someone reminded him softly behind him.

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"No, we resist the decree, we Enkidu's Forest Citadel, choose to do nothing," Enkidu sighed, even though he looked towards the royal city from a distance, the terrifying power of the giant still oppressed him to the point of breathlessness. "Is it fear that grips our teacher?" A frank disciple couldn't help but ask, "The three great royal cities, the three most powerful kings in Sumeria joining forces, even the legendary wise giant may not be able to withstand it..." "No, it's not fear, I do not fear death, but I fear abandoning something more important than life," Enkidu said softly, "My civilization and wisdom make it impossible for me to slaughter like a cruel beast, a wise giant who could give us civilization and save our race, without gratitude and morality, that would be no different from a wild animal... my disciples, tell me! Are we now to become barbarians?" The disciples remained silent. Their teacher was one of the three strongest leaders of the royal cities, the great forest hero king who survived on the power of the blood, but... "I resist going to war, and there is no forgiveness for my crime, behead me," Enkidu looked at his most trusted disciple, Utanapishtim. "If His Majesty wins, take my head to the palace, I am guilty of resisting the decree, and with His Majesty's tyranny, I am already doomed to death, this is my own idea, please do not harm the Forest Citadel..." "If the wise giant wins, then take my head and give it to the wise giant, pray for the great giant's forgiveness, let the wise giant know that we still have true inheritors of civilization, not purely barbaric, pray for not completely wiping out our race, leaving a glimmer of hope." "Teacher..." Beside him, Utanapishtim, the most trusted disciple, remained silent, looking at this great Sumerian sage. "Kill me then." Enkidu stood on the outside balcony of the highest treehouse, calmly spreading his arms. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth, and blood bloomed. Splat! Utanapishtim beheaded his teacher. Enkidu, one of the strongest heroes of Sumerian civilization, the Forest King, died without resistance. Utanapishtim looked at the familiar and peaceful face of his teacher's severed head, silently wrapped it in animal skin, and suddenly felt a pang of sorrow. Vaguely, he knew that something incredibly important in life was slowly breaking apart. ... The sky trembled. "Fire!" Countless black-red arrows and spears, like thorns, pierced the dense clouds of the sky and shot towards the terrifying wise giant. The earth moaned, shaking violently. Countless elite soldiers, like ants, charged forward. Inside the city, countless stone buildings collapsed, one after another, as if a toy fortress built with blocks was constantly crumbling. Commoners and women fled...

Screams of agony, cries of sorrow, mad roars, dying screams of anger, explosions, beastly howls, maniacal laughter, countless sounds interweave together. The once-mighty Uruk King City has become a bloody battlefield.