Chaos God

Leisa dipped her hands in the river water. In a trance, she seemed to see blood oozing from her hands. When she raised her eyes, she saw that the whole river was glowing with a blood-red light that shocked her, and the flames were burning. , the mutilated corpse was undulating in the waves, she stood up and suddenly found that the blood on her hands had already melted with the river water.

I never thought that when I swung the knife down, the people in front of me would scream and turn red-eyed, and would clutch the protruding internal organs in vain trying to stuff it back. I never thought that the real battlefield is such a place, isn't it? Where you fight with so-called beliefs, you keep chopping, hacking, hacking, killing mechanically!kill! !kill! ! !

who I am?Who is in front of me?I have no idea.

"Do you want to die? Do you want to be in a daze on the battlefield?" She heard the golden tyrant yell at herself, and then cut off the head of the enemy in front of her. Unforgettable, there was nothing in those eyes but fire and the mocking from hell.

The three characters "Lugal" crowned before Gilgamesh's name were originally awarded to military leaders. He is the king of constant victories on the battlefield.

The head of the little soldier who used to hold her neck and always wanted to pull her into the tavern was split in half, the white brain and red blood mixed together, and the bloody flesh on his face that hadn't grown a beard was blurred. It is the battlefield.

Either you kill others or others kill you. There is no difference between killing one and hundreds of people.

There is no place in this world that can show people how fragile life really is than the battlefield.

Raging mood and instinctive desire for blood are contagious, especially in such a Shura field.

kill!kill! !kill! ! !Abandon all concepts, all right and wrong, all moral concepts, raise the knife and chop down!Raisa woke up amid the cheers of the army's victory. She looked up at the clear blue sky covering the land of blood, and then saw Enkidu's face was covered with the blood spattered on him in the battle-and still With his own blood.

She raised her eyes numbly and looked at Gilgamesh. In his blood-red pupils, she saw her appearance, covered in blood, disheveled hair, the blade was stained red with blood, blood clots glued her hand to the handle, It was dark red, and it was hard to tell whether it was the blood of the enemy she slashed or her own.

Then the world spun, and neither the blue sky nor the blood-soaked land could be seen.

"!" Opening her eyes suddenly, she saw the white ceiling with exquisite patterns carved on it. She raised her hand, and as the sun shone through her fingers, she seemed to be able to see a piece of bright red blood surging between her fingers.

"Are you awake?" The maid walked to her bed with a golden basin. Oh, yes, this is... Gilgamesh's palace, right?She looked at the beautiful maid in front of her in confusion, "You..."

"You fainted on the battlefield." The maid bowed her head respectfully, "When the king brought you back..." She seemed to suddenly think of something, she closed her mouth and swallowed what she was about to say. After treating Leisa's wound, "you have a good rest." After treating Leisa's wound, she retreated respectfully.

I can't close my eyes, because as soon as I close my eyes, I will think of the bloody battlefield.She looked at her hand, stared, stared, and then she seemed to see the hand in the dream overlapped with her own, and blood flowed from the place where the palms met.

Covered in cold sweat, she covered her face with one hand, and finally sobbed silently.

Maybe I shouldn't be on the battlefield, maybe like Gilgamesh said, I'm not suitable for that kind of place, I'm just a cowardly ordinary person who hides behind others and asks for shelter.Leisa thought in frustration that she was the one who wanted to go to the battlefield, but the result was...

Cutting off someone else's head with her own hands, looking straight into the eyes of the person she killed, and accepting the baptism of that hateful and angry gaze, now just thinking about it makes my hair stand on end.The feeling of staying when the blade cuts into the bone, tearing up other people's muscles and skin, letting the blood splash out, dyeing the ground, vision and hands red along the blade.

Reza covered her mouth and retched.

"So this king said, you shouldn't go to the battlefield at all." The man's voice came from the door, and Leisa knew without thinking that this guy must have the kind of sneer on his face that made her feel uncomfortable, "little girl Just like a little girl, just hide behind and accept asylum."

For the first time, Reza didn't refute Gilgamesh's words like a little girl, she just sat there silently, and then she said in a calm tone she had never done before: "Shut up, Gilgamesh."

The supreme golden tyrant choked, and Leisa raised her eyes and looked straight into his red eyes, "I was going to the battlefield, but I was saved by you in the end. I am very grateful for your rescue. I know that I may not be suitable for the battlefield." It’s hard for me to get used to staying in that kind of place with blood on my hands, but if I don’t go, it will be even more uncomfortable.” She suppressed a feeling of stupidity and hypocrisy. Emotionally said this paragraph of words that made her extremely disgusted with herself.

If she doesn't go, she will suffer even more.

I can't look directly at my weakest place in my life. Such a person, such a self, will never be able to become stronger.Yes, it is not necessary to go to the battlefield to become stronger, but... what she wants is not simply to become stronger, what she wants is big, so big that it needs to... let her hands be stained with blood.

In exchange for going down the road of getting what she wanted, she gave up something.

Maybe I can't find it in my life.

"When you kill the first person, you will feel disgusting, just like killing yourself, but when you kill the tenth, or the hundredth, you may fall in love with this kind of life challenge. The feeling at the tip of the knife." Gilgamesh's words still had a frivolous smile, and Reza ignored him.

For a long time the girl said: "Do you still remember who was the first person you killed?"

"Who knows? This king never remembers the names of the bastards who died in his hands." Gilgamesh folded his arms and tilted his head indifferently.

"Heh." Reza pinned the hair that fell to her forehead back behind her ears, hugged her knees and pressed her forehead against her knees, trying to shrink her body. On the battlefield, she couldn't feel that she was killing people, but when It was only when the chopping motion stopped that she realized what she had done.

"Do you know how many people you have killed?" The blond-haired, red-eyed king suddenly sat on the edge of Leisa's bed, put his hand on Leisa's head like Enkidu did, and lifted her head to let her lift it up. Turning her head to look at herself, the girl lowered her eyes instinctively, not wanting to look at him, "Actually, it's easy to find, you killed the ones whose heads were not beheaded." Wang said, tearing the girl's last defense line of self-deception with cruel words, "You killed 37 people. That's a pretty good number for a first-timer."

Reza covered her face, her body was shaking slightly, her stomach was churning with acid, but she could neither cry nor vomit.

She would be praised by this tyrant because... she killed someone.

The reason is that she took 37 fresh lives on the battlefield.

"It's no big deal." Gilgamesh smiled indifferently, and rubbed Reza's head vigorously with his hands, "It's like killing a bug or a mouse."

"Humans and mice...how can they be the same." Leisa murmured.

"Be the same on the battlefield."

Reza instinctively wanted to refute, but found that she couldn't find any powerful rebuttal sentences.She had no choice but to lower her head in dejection, and then she vacated, "Hey! Let me go! I can walk by myself!" Gilgamesh completely ignored Reza's personal wishes, and just showed up with this girl in his arms In the square of Uruk - the sound of trumpets echoed above the square, and the elders and priests wore robes to worship the gods.

The soldiers were cheering for victory below the square, yes, they were cheering for victory, the murderous spirit washed away by the dust and blood on the battlefield was gone, they laughed and sang the victory, and sang the achievements they made following the king, with a mouthful Tasting the fine wine and delicacies with mouthfuls, as for those dead lives, they didn't want to think about it and there was no need to think about it.

Perhaps when they think of their comrades-in-arms who died on the battlefield, they will be sad, lamented and regretful, but they will not regret this ending-this is something they take pride in, kill the enemy, and then achieve Great exploits--victories won under their king, their supreme Lugal-Gilgamesh.

"You don't need to think about those superfluous things. Now, at the king's banquet, revel in victory like everyone else!" Gilgamesh threw her into the banquet, and the girl was immediately surrounded by the reveling crowd Now, she could even see some of the soldiers she knew were drinking beer, eating cakes, barbecue, and fruits with wounds.

Gilgamesh stood at the highest place, proudly raising the golden cup carved with the head of a golden lion in his hand, "Victory! Supreme!"

"Supreme! Supremacy!" the soldier's cry pierced the sky.

Reza was submerged in her raised arms, looking up at the figure from a distance and silently clenched her fists—what would it be like to stand in that position...?

Like everyone else, she raised her head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. She was easily choked when she drank for the first time, and the tears almost fell from her coughing, in exchange for the friendly laughter of the soldiers around her.

Reza smiled too—although it was a smile that resembled a wry smile—a fire was burning in the depths of her soul.

Now that a decision has been made, no matter what, you have to go on, and there is no need to think about extra things.

She silently squeezed the cup tightly in her hand.

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