[Comprehensive] Give me amnesia!

Gilgamesh is miraculously cured of his illness.

Overnight, the breath of death dissipated completely.Gilgamesh's breath was still a little weak. He had a handsome white face, leaning lazily on the stone pillar of the palace, looking down at the splendid capital of Uruk.

Erika held the mango brought in from the ancient Indian region in her hand, and chewed it.She was sitting a few meters away from Gilgamesh, her figure was transparent, cutting off the sound, and the mango aroma was also wrapped in nitrogen by her.

She was waiting for Gilgamesh to fall asleep, give him another physical examination, and continued to complete the half-way upbringing of Enkidu.

But things are not as expected.

Erika waited until she almost fell asleep, while Gilgamesh, the patient, was still looking at the scenery with his head up.

(what is he looking at?)

Erika teleported the mango core in her hand to the ground of the palace, dried her palms, and squatted curiously beside Gilgamesh.

"Who is there?"

As soon as she moved, an emotional voice sounded from above her head. Erika was so frightened that she almost bumped into the hero king's calf. She hurriedly held her breath and looked up.

Half of the blond king's face was illuminated by the midday sun, and half of his face fell in the shadow of the palace. His snake-like eyes looked straight into the depths of the hall, and he let out a sneer from his throat:

"Do you still want me to invite you out, miscellaneous cultivator?"

Even though she knew she wasn't calling herself, Erika was frightened and her heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

The maids and servants were all pushed back, and the palace was empty and silent.

But in the next second, the sound of footsteps resembling crawling reptiles resounded from the depths, getting closer and closer.

People with their faces covered and weapons in hand appeared one after another, and surrounded the king who had just recovered from a serious illness.

They all looked powerful, but compared to the king who held a golden cup in his hand and bloomed in the sun like a delicate rose, he looked so weak and powerless.

Erika frowned.

It is inevitable that there will be exaggerations in heroic epics. She has never personally seen the value of Gilgamesh's force.

(If he can't beat it, it's also my responsibility...)

Erika looked at Gilgamesh worriedly.

Wang laughed.

His cold eyes swept over the enemies who were approaching every step of the way, and his slender and beautiful fingers held the handle of the cup, and gently shook the wine in the cup:

"Interesting, I chose to do it when my mother and the woman left, but I was not afraid to face the king. Should I say that you are brave or stupid."

"Don't try to fool us!"

The man standing at the front brandished a tomahawk, and a dull voice came from behind his mask,

"The king doesn't keep a son for his father. There is no human sympathy. We are not those foolish people who dare not speak out because of the infamy! We want to fight against the tyrant and elect a benevolent new king!"

His passionate attitude and eloquence aroused applause among the assassins.

Any righteous teacher who claims to be on the side of the people will agree with Gilgamesh after witnessing the atrocities committed by him, and respect his courage to face death as home.

Erika just wanted to sigh.

"Oh?"

The king didn't get angry, he sipped the fine wine in his cup, with a smile that was not a smile,

"You all think so?"

Wherever his crimson eyes swept, the masked assassins couldn't help but retreat one after another.

"Don't listen to his tricks!"

The leader shouted in a low voice,

"He is weak and unable to fight, just want to delay time! Have you forgotten your dead relatives?!"

The vacillating steps of the assassins became firm again. Holding axes, swords, or knives in their hands, they formed an encircling circle and approached the king.

"ridiculous."

Gilgamesh's expression finally cooled down, and he put the empty golden cup on the table,

"The king decides the way, and the king guides the people. The decision made by this king is the decision made by those soldiers who followed this king and died, and is it something you crawling ants can easily put your beak on?"

"You can't believe a word of the tyrant! Everyone!"

The leader waved his machete, and more than a dozen people rushed forward.

Erika's expression was slightly concentrated, she watched Gilgamesh's movements from the corner of her eye, and quietly clenched the knife in her sleeve.

The situation is completely one-sided.

Before Erika's worried expression faded from his face, the King of Heroes had already ended the battle. His face was indifferent, like a lion preying on hares, not interested in an enemy that was too weak.

The opulent and luxurious royal palace was filled with a fishy smell, and the stumped limbs and arms were lying on the ground. Gilgamesh put down the battle axe, sat back in the chair, and looked at the results of his battle dullly.

The assassins didn't die, some of them still kept their forelimbs, and they were crawling forward with difficulty and in vain. Bright red blood flowed out from the section, smearing the ground messily.

Erika suddenly covered her mouth and closed her eyes.

"Tyrant! You insane lunatic! You hybrid bastard! Your divine blood has long been tainted with filth—you are not worthy to lead Uruk!"

The leader shouted with all his strength, but Gilgamesh had already seen through his tricks.

"Now that things are going on, do you still want to die like a hero? This king has not fulfilled your wish."

He said sarcastically,

"Which idiot from the Senate is standing behind you? Cato? Samosh? Or have those people meddled?...Forget it, anyway, they are all such petty waste who hide behind the scenes and even try."

The King of Heroes stared into the terrified eyes of the leader, and showed a gentle, creepy smile:

"My lord forgives you for your ridiculous stupidity. Really, you have succeeded in pleasing me."

"Kill me...kill me!"

Seemingly unable to bear such pain, a series of wailing sounded.Someone crawled towards Gilgamesh, trying to grab him by the hem,

"I beg you...Gilgamesh...merciful king...please respond to the wishes of your people."

"Do not."

The king stood up and kicked away the flattering hand of the enemy.

"Idiots who have been exploited to death, remember this pain well."

He crossed the bloody ground, stood in the center of the palace, and clapped his hands lightly.

The long-awaited gigantic beast leaped out from the darkness, and the male lion obediently stood beside the chosen master, waiting for orders.

The blond king smiled slightly, his figure was both that of a saint and that of a villain:

"Your poor and feeble will, let the king personally destroy it, and use it as nourishment for the future of Uruk."

He laughed, turned and left.

The only sound in the hall was howling, cursing, and the panting of the lion, its saliva dripping from between its teeth and onto the floor.

Erika showed her figure.

She ignored the lion's threatening roar, walked up to the man who was still alive, and squatted down.

"Kill me...kill me..."

The man who was destroyed by fear kept repeating such words in his mouth.

"Oh, I see."

Erika agreed, found his artery, took out a dagger, and cut it open unskillfully.

She watched the last blood flow out, the man who was tortured because of his extraordinarily strong body finally passed away.

Before the lion pounced, the black-haired girl disappeared in place.