Please let me go to the Throne of Heroes (full version anglaise)
作者: Supe3rman1234© WebNovel
章 1: Chapitre 1
Chapter 1
Please let me on the Heroic Throne Author: Luozhou White Horse
"After traveling to the Xingyue and gaining the approval of the root cause, as long as you can die abnormally, you can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become the Lord of the Throne of Heroes, a stronger and freer existence than the Seventh Crown."
"For this reason, I started to frantically die in the type moon."
"I scolded Jin Shining face to face, challenged the Almighty God Zeus in Greece, blatantly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, declared Solomon to be a devil rather than a son of God in Israel, and stood on Morgan's side in Britain..."
"But why, am I still alive?"
In 1994, Fuyuki.
A famous existence in history, the third friend of the oldest king, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the person favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in northern Europe, the incarnation of the god who awakened Solomon's humanity in Israel, Ka. Prince Merlo assists...
Luo Wei, who looked young but full of vicissitudes, sat on the top of the Fuyuki Bridge, sighed, and looked in front of him: "You said, what went wrong here?"
"Why don't you kill me and let me go to the Throne of Heroes? Please!"
Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette and glanced at Arturia who held up the holy spear beside him, the treasure of the king unfolded by Gilgamesh, the crimson spear tip protruding from the Kingdom of Shadows... the hand holding the cigarette, Trembling slightly.
Chapter 1 Sacrifices in the Temple
The night is shrouded, and the stars are dazzling, like countless eyes, watching the city-state of Uruk towering on the ground.
At the same time, it was in the heart of the city-state, on the side of the temple dedicated to the worship of the gods.
Under the bonfire burning,
Black-haired, black-eyed and youthful Luo Wei was holding a flat clay tablet for note-taking.
He carefully carved words on it with a knife.
"Luo Wei, it's hard for you to write this sacrificial text that will be used in the sacrifice tomorrow."
Beside him, someone said this, his voice was low and hoarse, as old as he was: "I'm too old, and my eyes can't see clearly. In the future, the position of the high priest will be handed over to you."
This sentence is very similar to those bosses who painted cakes in later generations, but Luo Wei knew that the old man was not telling lies.
He is indeed old, and his physical condition at the moment is no longer suitable for long-term role as Uruk's vital high priest.
As a rare young man in the temple, he is proficient in writing and can clearly remember the title of each Uruk god, so he is indeed the only candidate to take over.
If not so,
The old man will not entrust himself with the important matter of burning the sacrificial text for the sacrifice now, when he has only met a few times.
You must know that in the one year that he passed through, although Luo Wei showed sufficient talent, he was not outstanding due to his qualifications and among the many sacrifices. This kind of task should not have been his turn.
This is an obvious hint.
So hearing this, Luo Wei immediately raised his head and looked at the other party in response: "Don't worry, this is what I should do."
"What a nice young man." The old man sighed, then staggered to his feet, and the thin, boneless body wrapped in the high priest's characteristic linen robe shook, his beard and hair twitching.
"Go ahead, I won't disturb you, rest early, and I will need you to preside over the ceremony in my place tomorrow."
"If only Wang could have a calm heart like you..." He walked towards the door, muttering regretfully and helplessly.
But he himself knew that it was impossible.
In this country, everyone knows that Uruk's contemporary king, Gilgamesh's arrogance and unrestrained behavior, not to mention his subordinate subjects, even in the face of the gods, he dares to express himself bluntly Dissatisfaction and disdain.
Of course, the premise of the old man's gratification and helplessness is that he is old and weak, and his eyes are dim.
What Luo Wei wrote was not a sacrificial text for worshipping the gods at all.
but a 'sparse',
As a minister, give advice to the king.
Every word of its content is filled with Rowe's regret for the country of Uruk, his sympathy for Uruk's subjects, and his rebuke to Gilgamesh, the young tyrant... Can't say no respect, only It is rude to say.
Luo Wei didn't want to perform any sacrifice to the gods at all.
He just wanted to scold the so-called king with a high face all day long.
"In this way, I should be able to make a name for myself and die?"
With a little guilt for concealing the old man, after sending him out of the room, Luo Wei, who turned back to the slate, looked at the words on it by the beating firelight, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The reason why he wrote these words was not really for this country, but for the people. As a traveler, he was not deeply involved in the world, and he did not have such a deep sense of substitution.
He simply wanted to die.
--Yes.
Although it is also a city-state on the Mesopotamian plain.
But Rowe, who had seen the blond, dazzling, handsome, god-like appearance of the Uruk king named Gilgamesh, knew that this place was not just the Uruk he saw in the history textbook, but the world of the Moon Moon. of Uruk.
In this world, everything originates from the source, and everything and everything will flow to the source.
The source is the source of the world and the end of the world.
Any attempt to enter or leave requires a source of access.
As a traverser, when Luo Wei came through, of course, he would also travel through it.
But he wasn't just passing by.
Although at that time, his consciousness was in a situation where he could not fully think due to the influence of the turbulent flow of time and space, but in the root cause, he saw a lot of things.
The source is that which is nothing.
Being in it, you can also come into contact with the essential knowledge of everything and nothing.
So at that time, he knew that this was Xingyue, and he knew even more that on the outside of the vortex of roots, that is, on the 'must-path' that he was about to pass through and enter the world, there was actually a mysterious and magnificent ' seat'.
A corner of the tape that records the phenomena of all things, 'Heroes'.
The Throne of Heroes records all the 'heroes' in human history. From ancient times to the present, the outstanding figures in the parallel worlds extending from each different development will have their tracks engraved on them.
At that time, Luo Wei was about to break away from the root and fall into the moon-shaped world.
He is almost omniscient and omnipotent in the root cause, but because of this, Luo Wei also understands very well that he cannot take away the power derived from the root cause, and the material body that appears after falling into the world cannot withstand such a huge body. the power of knowledge.
Therefore, he simply engraved this knowledge of power on the 'Heroic Spirit Throne' that passed by.
At the top of the Heroic Spirit Throne, he carved a 'seat' that was at the apex of human nature and that only he could sit on.
This is also what he has as a traverser from another world to this world, which can be called 'Golden Finger'.
"Although it's a pity for that power, as long as I can leave my name on human principles, and then die in an abnormal and non-suicidal way, I can gain the approval of the Heroic Spirit Throne and reach it again—"
"Sit in that position and take back the power and power that belonged to me..."
with that power,
Naturally, the Heroic Spirit Throne can no longer limit him, but instead will become his domain.
This is the real reason why he recorded this 'Sparse' and deliberately made this big death!
As the first person in history to insult a tyrant in the name of a courtier, Luo Wei also believed that he was enough to make a name for himself.
It is only natural to be on the Throne of Heroes after death.
However, you must be careful in this process.
This matter cannot be told to anyone. After all, there is still a natural consciousness called inhibition in this world. If they are discovered, then I am afraid that it will be difficult for them to die abnormally no matter what.
Moreover, in order to ensure that he is the main body and arrives at the Heroic Spirit Throne, rather than being falsely identified by some existence, or even inventing an existence to replace his achievements, Luo Wei must die immediately after laying a great cause, and he cannot commit suicide.
Then next, under these kinds of requirements, Luo Wei must check again...
Make sure to scold hard enough.
It's better to get to the point where the king's rage is beyond control.
Nothing can go wrong.
With this thought in mind, Lu Wei picked up the knife used to burn the slate, sat beside the bonfire, and checked it carefully.
As time passed, a light gradually emerged from the dark night outside the window.
The morning light emerged, and there were wisps of shimmering light piercing the darkness.
Its daybreak.
The originally quiet city-state of Uruk gradually appeared in the city streets built with earth and stone.
Luo Wei's body swayed, being pushed and shoved, he recovered from the carved slate writing.
"Rovi sacrifice." A young temple subordinate woke him up and said respectfully: "The old priest asked you to go to the Pantheon, the ceremony is about to start!"
Only then did he realize that it was already daylight.
"I see." Holding the slate tightly in his hands, Luo Wei nodded and said, "I'll go over here."
Chapter 2 Gilgamesh
Uruk's temple is an extremely complex complex.
Different from the world before Rowe passed through, the world he is in now, this era, is the realm of mythology where the gods really exist.
Therefore, people's belief in gods here is not only out of primitive worship of nature, but also an expression of human loyalty, fear and dependence on gods.
Therefore, each generation of Uruk kings will repair and expand the scale of the temple on the basis of the previous generation.
In the common sense of people in this era, human beings are under the rule and protection of gods.
Even Gilgamesh, who is disdainful of gods, can't reverse this cognition, otherwise, there will be no gods festival this time.
The annual collective sacrifice to the gods can be said to be extremely grand.
Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Rowe for the time being. After he received the news that the high priest asked the subordinates of the temple, he immediately left the room with the slate, walked through the stairs and corridors, and walked for a while. Only after crossing the complex temple structure, arrived at the place where the festival was held:
Pantheon.
The main temple dedicated to the gods.
It is composed of huge and complete natural stones stacked, and the pillars are like the pillars that Ia carved out of the earth to support the world when the sky and the earth were formed.
The temple is surrounded by stone statues of the gods. Anu, the god king of the sky, is located in the central core.
Before the statue of the God King, the old man in the linen robe saw Luo Wei who entered through the side door, and couldn't help but nodded: "Luo Wei, it's hard work."
He repeated it again, looking very pleased with Rowe's positive arrival.
"This is my duty." Rowe just smiled and looked around again.
The priests of the temple have already been here, and they are sitting in front of the gods and gods they worship.
This is also the seating order for this festival in previous years.
The old man standing in front of the statue of the god king and the high priest is naturally the one who worships the god king, but at the same time, he is also the host of this annual festival of gods.
Of course, this year is not hosted by him, but Luo Wei——
The heir appointed by the old man himself will preside over the sacrifice.
"Everyone, please, please." The old man looked at the priests and said, "This is the first time that Luo Wei has held such a big ceremony. I hope everyone can help him."
"Don't worry, the high priest, we will actively cooperate with Luo Wei's sacrifice." The priests responded.
This group of people who have dedicated their whole lives to the gods are not young anymore, and they all hold kindness towards Luo Wei, and even envy the high priest for having such a qualified heir.
It's just that now is not the time to chat, and everyone has not said much.
"The king is here!" Someone shouted outside the door.
The priests were immediately solemn and silent.
The high priest also slowly retreated to one side, and gave Rowe the position before the statue of the king of gods.
On the hollowed-out dome above the temple, there is light hanging down like golden light, reflecting the radiance of the morning sun.
Rowe stood up straight.
He had already changed into a sacrificial linen on the way here, holding a slate in his hand, staring at the open door, his expression solemn and motionless, as if he was a little nervous.
In the eyes of everyone, this is a natural reaction.
After all, although this is not the first time he has held a sacrifice, it is the first time he has led such a large-scale ceremony. It would be false to say that he is not nervous.
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