Chapitre 74: Gilgamesh's Eternal Kingdom
A tan man with golden armor that was impossibly heavy is walking through sun-soaked sand. Even though the most resilient animals built to withstand heat were borrowing away from the sun, the Golden Clad god-like figure continued to walk in a carefree manner. With his right hand resting on the handle of his sheathed sword, he hummed a tune that had gone extinct a hundred years before.
The tan man was Gilgamesh, of course, who had begun his journey around the earth. Gilgamesh was not long for this world, and because he was leaving soon, he had decided to take a long way around back home. Gilgamesh reasoned that there was nothing wrong with the scenic route.
Still, Gilgamesh continued walking but periodically would flash tens of miles until he saw a town in the distance. Gilgamesh took a single step to appear before the city. A man that focused on carrying firewood looked up at the same time Gilgamesh's form appeared before him. The middle-aged man Dropped his load and looked at Gilgamesh with awe.
The village knew of the living gods, and it was evident that the man that appeared before him was one of those omnipotent beings. Even if it wasn't apparent from through the golden armored man's clothing his royal bearing, it was evident from the way nature seemed to grow to meet him. The Grass seemed to grow toward him and not gently either. It seemed to go wild in his presence.
The middle-aged man knew his place as a woodcutter and tried to talk to the man with respect. Still, Gilgamesh ignored the man and continued to look at the town content civilization continued to thrive before once again disappearing. Gilgamesh decided to teleport the rest of the way to his fertile homeland north of the desert region that he had landed in.
A golden clad form appeared out of thin air. Gilgamesh had arrived near the city surrounding the Mashu mountains. Gilgamesh looked on at the city that he had to build a century before. Gilgamesh taking the well-traveled road to the Gate that he made, and along the way, he greeted the people that revered his visible status. Some even looked envious of his armor, but Gilgamesh, of course, couldn't care less unless they acted on their desires.
Gilgamesh strolled toward the crowded city Gate that held the skeleton head of the dragon he had killed with his city a century before. Gilgamesh was not stoped by the guards and questioned like other visitors because of his Golden armor that scared the guards into thinking he must be royalty or something of the like.
Gilgamesh's heavy footsteps caused his armor to rattle as he walked in the middle of the road as if he owned the place because he did. Gilgamesh couldn't help but admire his crude handiwork from a hundred years before. The structures were based on an alien architecture that he had pulled from his virtual enlightenment world. The material he had made it from didn't even exist on earth and was very sturdy, and so they had held up nicely against the wear and tear over the ages. Gilgamesh remembered reading that the material he had used to build the city was of the best caliber a tear two civilization could make, meaning that it should last for thousands of years to come.
Was taken from his thoughts when he heard someone shout at him. A stout man with a long beard and light brown eyes seemed to be livid at Gilgamesh for standing in the middle of the street, blocking his carriage. The only thing stopping the man from trampling the young daydreamer was the golden armor that he wore that spoke trouble.
"Hey, Boy Move out of the streets, we are trying to conduct business here. Who the hell do you think you are."
Gilgamesh was slightly startled hid it well, "I'm Gilgamesh, the creator of this city."
The rude businessman looked at Gilgamesh and rolled his eyes. Did this handsome copper eye youth not know that Gilgamesh was the patron god of the city that had died to protect it? The Prophet King Enkil had said so himself.
"and I'm Markle, grandnephew to Atalat, who created Civilization. Get you head out of the clouds kid and give my carriage some space before I run you over."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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