In Siduri's eyes.
The cyan eyes that belonged to Jin Gu were emerald green in her memory.
Looking at the dying Enkidu, she felt sad for this talented person who was killed by the gods. She trembled and stretched out her hand which was gradually breaking due to the shattering of her spiritual foundation.
The arm that belonged only to Lahem and could penetrate the body of an extraordinary-level servant was so gentle under Siduri's movement.
She stroked her friend's face, recalling the past and telling her about what had happened since Enkidu's death.
"We, the people of Uruk, will never forget our gratitude to you."
"It was you who gave life to the lonely king. You led him on the path to becoming a great king."
"No one will not feel sorry for your death. No one will forget your death."
"…Me too. I am also very sad."
so...
[So, please be happy, Enkidu. Beautiful, green, human.]
Drained the last of my strength.
Siduri's last remaining breath gradually disappeared. Looking at this familiar face, the corners of her mouth were drawn with a faint smile, which was completely different from Rahm's, and she thanked him softly.
"Ahh that's great. Thank you for saying that. It's really great."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you."
The breath and body are like a splash of yellow earth.
Using her last bit of strength to utter words of thanks, Siduri's priestly blessing and her body simultaneously collapsed before Jingu's eyes.
He, whose name is Jingu, has always been in a confused state.
Looking at this scene, my vision became blurred, and waves of biological functions that I had never experienced before burst out at this moment.
This function...is called crying.
As he looked at the magic power that turned into ashes and lingered around him, familiar images emerged in his mind.
Those were the silhouettes of Gilgamesh and Enkidu. Beside them was always a gentle woman with a smile on her face.
Her embracing smile seemed to be able to dispel the darkness, and also dispel the panic and hesitation in Jin Gu's heart, but what followed was... the pain of regret after regret, the heart-wrenching feeling of oppression that made it impossible to breathe.
strangeness..
It's really strange.
Obviously they don't know each other at all.
I have never even seen what she looks like, but I can still remember what she looks like and know her voice.
He who always wanted to destroy all mankind was completely different from Enkidu who wanted to help the King of Uruk protect this world.
This kind of self..
This kind of self..
“I obviously don’t have the right to let you say that, wu ...
Deep in the green forest.
Before the prelude to the destruction of the world began, a green-haired man was sobbing wildly.
same.
This scene was reflected in Chaldea, causing Mashu to shed tears and causing Fujimaru Ritsuka to feel a sharp pain in his heart like bleeding.
It was conveyed to other timelines of Type-Moon, and it also made them understand that in the era of the Hero King, under the tyranny, there was still a priest named Siduri who was able to stand out among all the wise men.
At the same time, this scene was conveyed to Gilgamesh.
The heroic king, who was still in his prime, witnessed this scene and remained silent for a while.
After a while, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, with a hint of pride on his face.
It was not to show off, but to express the joy that his subjects, the subjects he trusted, could remain firm in their beliefs even before their death.
"..."
"You deserve the award, Siduri..Although you can't hear me, I, King Gilgamesh, can make this statement in front of all the audiences in the world."
"Enkidu is still my king's only close friend, but a subject is a subject. He must not be treated as an equal to a friend."
"But——"
"No one can doubt that you are my most trusted subject!"
After he finished speaking, his scarlet eyes held a faint smile, and he continued to look at the screen with the feeling of saying goodbye to an old friend.
Siduri, the person is gone, and the living must carry the weight of the deceased's ideals and move forward.
"Don't be discouraged, Fujimaru Ritsuka, don't give up until the last moment, show me your skills and make the gods cry out in grief!"
I'm sick, take a day off
I have a serious cold. I'll see if I can get up in the morning. If not, I'll have to get up at night....
I have a serious cold. I'll see if I can get up in the morning. If not, I'll have to get up at night....
I have a serious cold. I'll see if I can get up in the morning. If not, I'll have to get up at night....
I have a serious cold. I'll see if I can get up in the morning. If not, I'll have to get up at night....
Chapter 8. Wangzai from Wangzai Milk was scared away (k)
Different from Jingu's moment of awakening.
In this time of world crisis where every second counts.
The young man who was undoubtedly a candidate for the savior did not get a chance to catch his breath.
think carefully.
Ever since the Goddess of Warcraft appeared, he has been running around, wandering between every city without stopping.
From following Anna and Merlin at first, to being able to help them in return, to now having to stand on his own.
[Leave it to me from now on..You said so, right?]
Wu Lingyi bullies leeks
King Leonidas' instructions are still vivid in my mind.
The young man clenched his fists, his eyes suddenly became firm, and he did not waver in the slightest even when looking at the azure tides near the coast.
Although there is a screen between us.
But he and Gilgamesh who was watching behind the screen miraculously reached an agreement at this moment.
While the Hero King loudly ordered Fujimaru Ritsuka not to fail, the young man on the screen also showed his courage to face death.
only--
He never thought about it.
At this moment, a cruel thing that had never happened before happened.
The wind blew the dirty things onto the beach.
After Quetzalcoatl's mount caught Lahem who was carrying the Holy Grail, a calm and familiar voice, along with a familiar blade light, came into view.
People finally realized the cruelty of fate.
Lord Ushiwakamaru, who was willing to sacrifice his life to help his master.
She kept her promise at this moment.
After being washed and purified by the black mud of the Warcraft Temple, his mind has been transformed and he has become an accomplice of the Goddess of Creation. His evil and cruel words and deeds have torn everything that came before into pieces.
【I will definitely come back, I promise.】
These words full of farewell loyalty were kept.
In a very indecent way, even making the viewers feel disgusted.
To be fair.
Who would like to see a close friend who has been separated from them return in such a hostile and confrontational way?
I'm afraid that's impossible.
"But it's quite interesting to think about it this way. Don't we all share together? If like-minded friends were suddenly killed, and reappeared as subordinates of the enemy or even became creatures without any meaning of existence, would you be able to make up your mind to send them all to hell?"
Frieza in the Dragon Ball universe typed this line of text into the live broadcast room with sinister intentions. As a top comedian, he certainly hoped to see many popular answers.
Of course, he must take the lead.
"To be honest, I don't have many like-minded friends. But if my father is killed or becomes my enemy, then it might be what I want... After all, this guy is so arrogant, oh ho ho ho!!"
The Emperor of the Universe wandered around the spaceship with some harsh and playful laughter, and also walked to the heavens and all realms, letting many viewers know how twisted the heart of this frequent visitor to the live broadcast room was.
[Would you be willing to turn a friend you've known for life and death into an enemy and revive him?] This phrase quickly became a hot search as he instigated it.
Many viewers watched this story while looking at Ushiwakamaru who was contaminated by black mud and became the offspring of Tiamat.
"Best friend becomes enemy..." Joseph Joestar pondered for a while, and a golden figure disappearing like a bubble quickly emerged in his mind. That was Caesar Zeppelin, his best friend who once practiced ripples with him.
They were best friends who had once defeated the Pillar Men together and saved the world. Now, if we think about this question in a different way, it would probably be the same as asking Joseph, "What would you do if Caesar became a Pillar Man and degraded himself?"
Thinking of this, he smiled faintly: "How is it possible? Even if that guy's arrogance and personality really become a bad situation, I will find a way to defeat him and let him maintain the dignity he deserves!"
The same question also caused a stir in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.
Gojo Satoru, who had always been talkative and told students how to analyze the plot while watching the clips, was rarely silent for a while.
He thought of the decision he had made to make against his best friend who had gone astray, and he knew exactly how to deal with this dangerous situation.
"When your companions go astray, helping them die in a noble and honorable way is the only thing you can do as a close friend."
He looked at the screen thoughtfully, thinking that there was also a pair of close friends who loved and hated each other in the picture.
Jin Gu may not consider Gilgamesh as a friend.
But from Gilgamesh's perspective, Kingo is just another side of Enkidu, a slightly rebellious and unruly newcomer, but still his trustworthy friend.
"Not everyone can be like Jin Gu, who, after being backstabbed for his wrongdoings, can be redeemed by others and have a chance to atone for his sins."
The speaker of the above words is the salty pancake of the breakfast world. He thought of those strangers who were flour but willing to become sweet pancakes, and his heart ached: "More people, once they did something wrong, they did it wrong, and there is no room for turning back!"
There is truth in all these words.
However, what no one noticed was only thought of by a small number of careful viewers.
"The one who is really suffering must be Ritsuka. He is a hero that has been praised for thousands of years in his country. His eyes have become hesitant. Didn't you notice?"
Tanjiro didn't think about these disturbing topics, he thought about Ritsuka.
As a Japanese himself, he knew very well that these heroic stories passed down from ancient times had a great influence on their successors.
It is not difficult to see from Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression that what Tanjiro said hit the nail on the head.
What a painful realization this was.
My former friends are right in front of me, but I no longer have the chance to drink and chat with them.
The two are like strangers, and they have to fight each other until only one side is left.
And the tricky thing is.
They also seemed powerless to help their dear friend sober up or die.
This time, after being soaked in black mud, Ushiwakamaru was comprehensively enhanced.
He was able to handle Quetzalcoatl and Mash with ease.
He can even summon clones to deal with extra enemies. It can be said that he has transformed and sublimated into a first-class servant with all-round skills.
In the blink of an eye, the entire beach was occupied by the figure of the blackened Ushiwakamaru.
There were huge crowds of people, and Ushiwakamaru were everywhere, drawing their swords towards these companions who had sworn to save Humanity.
"What a great Multiple Shadow Clone Technique!" Orochimaru's devilishly hoarse voice was full of amusement, and his pair of gilded snake pupils shrank and expanded with greedy curiosity. He wanted to know so much: "Is this magic that can create real phantoms similar to our ninjutsu? It's a pity that there is no way to study it, otherwise I really hope to see it for myself."
