[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

Ishtar begged God Father to punish Gilgamesh. She looked in the direction of Uruk day and night, but she really waited for a terrible news——

Enkidu actually became the princess of Uruk!

The humiliation of being rejected has all turned into jealousy—it is just an inferior thing made by a mother god, how can it be compared to me? !

She asked Anu again for divine punishment to drive the longhorns to trample the land of Uruk, but Anu refused her——

"Ishtar, Enkidu will only choose wise kings."

Ishtar was so angry that she wandered between the Zagros Mountains and the Euphrates River three times, and finally flew to the underworld without looking back——

I will knock down the Gates of the Netherworld.

I will smash the door posts, and leave the doors flatdown, And will let the dead go up to eat the living!

And the dead will OUT NUMBER the living!

I will cause the people of Uruk to have great sorrow, and the king of Uruk to have great regret!

O Uruk!Your fragrance will be drowned in rot,

Your beauty will be replaced by scars,

All your fine garments are torn,

Your males will bleed,

Your warriors must die.

The gates of Uruk will mourn and wail.

She will sit on the desolate ground,

I will overtake her children by sword, famine, and pestilence, and I will make them like figs so bad that they cannot be eaten.I will pursue them with sword, famine, and pestilence, and throw them to and fro among all the nations of the world, where they will suffer endless terror and shame[1].

I will fill the cup of Gilgamesh's sin with Uruk's blood.

Ishtar came to the underworld and knocked down the gate of the underworld with divine power.

She awakened the dead, rotting things that gnawed aimlessly like brutes.

She passed through these rotting undead, and came to a cold and silent place-a land that even the unwise dead dare not set foot on.

She broke through the ground and dug up the coffin.

Reaching out to caress the cold corpse——

"Wake up, Entilil, wake up, king of the underworld..."

The sleeping king opened his eyes, the flame-colored pupils were colder than any ice.

This wave of tremors made the hips.The dismounted horse neighed restlessly.

This trembling comes from hell, from the climbing of the dead to the world of the underworld.

Yes, in the land under their feet, there are countless rotting bones digging the rocks and mud, trying to break through the ground.

They cracked the earth of Uruk, they grabbed the feet of the people of Uruk, they crawled out, and began to bite the flesh.

……

Shukara stabbed the corpse of the dead man in front of him. The rotting dead body with half of its face felt no pain, and continued to bark its teeth and claws until it was smashed into residue by Gilgamesh.However, not everyone has Jimon's fighting power. The warriors who bravely rushed forward to kill the dead were bitten by the sharp teeth protruding from the dead!

Even if Gilgamesh is blessed with divine power, so what if he is invincible?After all, he is only a human being, and he has no ability to separate himself. He can only watch countless people being dragged into the abyss, and even the comrades of the King's Knights cannot protect them!

"King!" Rabada not far away screamed in horror.Gilgamesh withdrew Shukara from the head of the dead thing in front of him, and when he turned his head, he saw the bloody maw close at hand.Corrosive saliva dripped from the inhuman canines and hissed on the armor.The dead man stared greedily, but didn't go any further.The sword pierced his chest and shattered his head in two along the neck.The corrupted blood was sprayed like poor-quality fireworks, and when it fell, it revealed an arrogant and aggressive face——

"Ulnam."

Regardless of the advice of the patron saint of Ur, it was Ur-Nammu, the king of Ur, who came to Uruk with his escort.

As more and more dead poured out of the ground, the screams gradually fell silent, and the city gradually became a dead city.The fallen people of Uruk became the new dead, and Amon's team failed to rescue them, but fell into a crisis of being surrounded.If it weren't for the escort of King Ur, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to lead the team back to the palace in full.

At this time, only the three city-states of Aianna, Uruk, and Kulab were protected by Ningsun, and they were not penetrated by the dead.Jimon stood on the tower of the royal city, looking at Uruk, which was shrouded in shadows, and could hear the wailing of more than a dozen refugees from Bir.They cried and begged Uruk to take them in, and they died at the gate of Uruk.However, the city of Uruk was saturated and could no longer accept new refugees.Once the city gate is opened, this last piece of pure land will also fall.

The king's mercy is also the king's cruelty.

These dead are only active in the domain ruled by Gilgamesh, and rumors spread throughout Sumer that Gilgamesh provoked the wrath of the gods and was punished by the gods.The city-state, who was afraid of being angered, was not only unwilling to accept the people of Uruk, but even launched an army to drive them away, like cattle and sheep driving the plague... Gilgamesh looked up at the gloomy sky, thinking, whether Ishtar Looking at the horrors of Uruk with satisfaction?

He couldn't imagine that a god would do such a cruel thing for his own selfish desires.He is proud, confident, and unwilling to bow his head to the gods, but when his high head is splashed with the blood of others, he will not be shaken... To die with Uruk or for Uruk, this is what a king wants choice made.

"Do you regret it, Gilgamesh?"

It was Ur-nam, with a smile on his face, gazing at Djimon with the eyes of a hawk on prey, and there was a very cruel interest in the man's smile.He approached Jimon ambiguously, and lowered his voice seductively, "Let me help you? As long as you are my princess, the Ur army will cross the Tigris River and fight for you." Urnam smiled He continued a few times, "I know you offended Ishtar, and she won't stop... No one can help you, except me, Jill."

Gilgamesh knew there was some truth to Ur-Nammu's words, for Sin, the patron saint of Ur, was a god from the underworld.But for Jimon, begging for Ur-nam is no different from begging for Ishtar.He stepped down from the tower and walked through the desolate neighborhoods of Uruk, Bir Hutullah at his side.

"It's all Gilgamesh's fault, why should we suffer?"

"Go to hell, Gilgamesh—— blah blah blah!"

"Stop talking, what if someone overhears us and drives us out of the city-state?"

"Then let's go! Die with father and brother! Anyway, we will die sooner or later! As long as Gilgamesh does not die, our suffering will not stop!"

Jimon stopped Bill Hutullah who was about to draw his sword, stood in the street wind for a moment, and continued to walk forward.The cooling evening wind sent the curses of the people into the king's ears. Hearing the bloody curses, Gilgamesh smiled.He understood that the only choice he had was to die for Uruk.

Gilgamesh took the horse and was about to go to Ishtar, but a pale and graceful hand held the rein.

——It was Enkidu, his face was serious and calm, but because of his pale face, he gave people a feeling of melancholy beauty.

"Gilgamesh, you are the true patron saint of Uruk," Enkidu stared at Jimon, as if to convince him, he reached out and took his hand, "If you kneel down and ask Ishta Er, you have completely handed Uruk into the hands of this witch."

"Take up your sword, my king. Follow the instructions of the sun god Shamash, and go and slay the king of the underworld."

"Only in this way can Uruk be truly saved."

Enkidu handed Boshtim to Gilgamesh. This sword was golden in color, as bright as the sun, and possessed the power to wipe out souls.

Gilgamesh took hold of the sword.

At that time, he didn't know that it was the sword of eternal life that Enkidu sacrificed the child in his womb at the cost of his life.

The author has something to say:

The original beginning is actually quite simple and beautiful, but I actually forgot how to write it... so it became the current long-winded version→＿→And, I haven’t written it for a long time, and the style of painting seems to have changed again＿(:з」∠ )_

Forget it, no one has read it anyway, right?