[Comprehensive] Enkidu

Camlan Hill.

The blood-colored sunset stretched to the other side of the hill, and it was hard to tell whether it was the flowing blood or the afterglow of the doomsday. Countless swords stood in the thick blood, heralding an ominous judge of fate.

Enkidu turned sideways and lightly put his hand on one of the swords. It wasn't the real texture, but he could feel the deep sadness of its owner in another time and space when he left.

It was a dream about the future he saw in the holy sword.

Do Heroic Spirits also dream?

Enkidu rarely had dreams when he was alive, except for the occasional dream about his initial creation. His dream world was always dark and chaotic, without color and temperature.

The mechanism of appearance is the same again, there is always a difference between him and a real human being.

Enkidu came back to his senses, stared at the sword of the vowed victory stuck in the soil at the top of the hill, and stretched forward with one hand, holding the sword of victory.

His face is majestic and dignified, even in the face of death, he still has no fear. Compared with the sword in his hand, he is more like a sharp and unbreakable long sword.

"Master..."

Unconsciously calling out this long-unspoken name, Enkidu's expression gradually became complicated.

That is the ending he wants to change, and only in this way can the master's wish be fulfilled.

So he took a step forward, and suddenly countless transparent threads were wrapped around every corner. Enqi was unprepared, and a wound was drawn on his left hand.

Blood dripped onto the ground along his fingertips. It was clearly an illusory dream, but he actually felt the pain that only reality can produce.

Enkidu frowned and looked at the bloody left hand. His blood was an imitation produced to get close to the human body, warning the body to be hurt, but he was not afraid and grabbed a thread.

Accompanied by the pain deep in the soul, the transparent silk thread burst, and Enkidu resisted the discomfort and prepared to move on.

He had a hunch that if he could get close to Arthur, he might be able to change the established ending.

"Are you still going on?"

A voice sounded from behind him.

How to describe this sound?

The gorgeous and cold voice was full of clear anger. Because he was too angry, Enkidu could hear his displeasure just by his lowered volume, but it was also familiar, and he was familiar with every part of his body. The corners were trembling with excitement, and every strand of hair was cheering. Enkidu had to control his urge to turn around, so as to maintain the calmness that the weapon should hold.

"I thought of you just now, Jill. I didn't expect to see you so soon."

There was a determined smile in Enkidu's voice. He quietly hid his badly injured hand in a place that was not easy to find, and then slowly turned his head to look at his long-lost friend.

The blond-haired, red-eyed young man stared at him with an inexplicable expression, but the original indifferent expression gradually faded away, and replaced with a gloomy and depressed expression that made Enkidu even more uncomfortable.

"Where do you want to hide it? Do you want me to break it off for you and bury it in the mud so that I can't see it?"

"Isn't it more obvious to be buried in the soil?"

Faced with Enkidu's rare joke, the Oldest King not only failed to comfort him, but became even angrier.

"Give me your hand."

Saying so, he pulled Enkidu's injured left elbow very forcefully, and raised his chin with displeasure. It's unknown whether it was because of Enkidu's injury or his hiding that polluted his original reunion with his best friend.

"Give me a reason and let me forgive you, the crime of daring to deceive the king, even if you are Enkidu, you are unforgivable."

Golden ripples appeared, and Gilgamesh took out a bottle of magic medicine and poured out the potion to heal Enkidu.

The distance between them is so close, the two are intimately like one person.

After carefully treating his best friend, Wang arrogantly returned Enkidu with a look that you can figure it out.

"Have you thought about the reason?"

"No."

Enkidu shook his head and answered in distress.

Hiding his wounds was completely subconscious. Of course he knew that his best friend possessed all-knowing and omnipotent power. Enkidu's behavior was not deceitful. He just didn't want Gilgamesh to see such a mess.

"After leaving me for so long, have you not even learned to lie? You have the courage to leave the seat of Heroes, but you don't have the courage to lie to me?"

The blood red eyes of the oldest king shone with a subtle light. He lifted his best friend's long green hair and played it in his palm familiarly, without any sign of anger.

No one knew how furious the king was when he couldn't sense the familiar aura. The angry king almost tore down the entire Hall of Valor until he saw Enkidu again. The terrifying murderous intent lingering in his chest Only then gradually dissipated.

"That's different." Enkidu was a little surprised that Gilgamesh knew that he had left the Seat of Heroes, and his ability to remember his friends regained his mind, "Even if you can pretend to have any reason to make you happy again, but I I don't want to lie to you."

"Humph."

A snort came out of his throat, but Wang's eyes overflowed with what can be called tenderness.

"Even after leaving for so long, not only the nostalgic posture has not changed, but the inside is still as stupid as usual."

"You haven't changed at all, Jill."

The golden heroic spirit is not wearing cold armor, but the red uniform of the Uruk period. The gold ornaments on the neck complement the deep red outer shirt. Enki could easily recall some past years.

Nostalgic emotion appeared in Enkidu's light green eyes.

"I really want to have a hearty battle with Jill like this, but unfortunately I have other things to do now."

His gaze was on King Arthur on the hill, entwined by countless transparent threads, almost forming a cocoon shape.

He wasn't sure he could break the threads that would hurt him, but Enkidu was willing to try.

"who's that person?"

If Arthur's real body appeared in front of Gilgamesh, he would definitely be able to see the relationship between him and Enkidu, but everything in front of him was just Enkidu's dream. Despite the hostility, Gilgamesh has not yet reached the point of looking him in the eye.

"He is my master."

"Kill him, he is not suitable to be your contractor."

There is no expression of any extra emotion, perhaps the anger has reached the extreme, the oldest king finally looked seriously at the scarred young man who still insisted on fighting, he should have looked at him normally, but this does not mean that this person has become a benefactor The qualifications of the Qidu contract object.

No one is qualified to make a contract with Enkidu. If they want Enkidu to become their subject, they have to bear the king's wrath.

The golden ripples reappeared, this time no longer as healing potions, but as sharp weapons.

Even if it is a phantom, there is no space for him and Enkidu to be alone.

"Jill?"

Enkidu didn't expect his best friend to strike suddenly, the Sky Lock flickered to bind the fired weapon, stepped back a few steps before the second round of attack arrived, and used the ability of transformation to turn the illusory land into a sword, laying down the original A casual attack.

An attack without killing intent was like a playful fight, and with Wang's wisdom, he had already seen that Enki would not stand by and watch his actions.

"Are you going to choose to disobey me? Are you going to test my bottom line even more before you get the king's forgiveness?"

Enkidu moved a little further away in order to stop Gilgamesh's attack, and the king approached with a little displeasure. He cared more about Enkidu's attitude towards that guy than his best friend's blocking.

"I don't think Gilgamesh, you won't lose your temper with me because of this." Enkidu didn't feel afraid because of Gilgamesh's words, but felt at ease with the familiar style.

Enkidu hugged his friend tightly as usual.

is real, not part of an unreal dream.

Only by touching can one feel the sense of security, probably because they have been separated for too long, even if they hug each other and can feel the fresh breath, Enkidu will still suspect that everything is just his illusion.

They maintained this posture for a long time, and Wang Cai gently taunted impatiently.

"You think I'll forgive you, what an arrogant and arrogant man."

Even though his arms were already around Enkidu's waist, Gilgamesh still didn't have a soft word in his mouth.

"Yes, of course I am an arrogant man."

If it weren't for the arrogant thinking that he could bear God's punishment alone, they would not have been separated for so long, so that he would pay such a difficult price for a chance to reunite.

Even such a brief meeting would make Enkidu feel grateful.

"Admit these sins, so you can forgive me?"

They all understand that what they are talking about is not only what is happening now, but also everything in the past. Letting the king leave the sin of dying alone, and let the king bear the sin of sorrow and pain and tears, not just an apology can make up .

"It's not that simple. You want me to forgive you. Wait until you come to me in person to apologize."

Sensing the call from the Seat of Heroes, the Oldest King's eyes showed a deep coldness, and because of the words of his best friend softened a little, he recovered the arrogant arrogance that often hangs on his face, turning into golden particles and wandering in Enkidu around, dissipated in the air.

"Did anyone else show up just now?"

The flower magician stepped into this complicated dream, and tilted his head in the face of the breath that hadn't dissipated.

At the same time, in the seat of heroes.

The golden heroic spirit slowly opened his eyes, looking at the warm palm that touched his best friend's body.

Gilgamesh put down the hand holding the wine glass, and lay lazily on his side in his own small space. The wine glass collided with the throne, producing a clear and pleasant sound. Even though his expression was so boring, it couldn't cover his Gorgeous appearance, although he has countless treasures, but the radiant face praised by the gods is already the best weapon.

When can I really see you... Enkidu.

The author has something to say: Jin Glitter finally appeared.

Winky's last words were actually "come to me" haha.

Winky and Merlin are clairvoyant, they actually know each other.