Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Chapter 217 Uruk is like this

Longbo kept asking the panel in his mind to mark this universe. He had already sensed something was wrong as soon as he arrived.

Without a doubt, he won a big prize.

He had already asked the panel about this not long ago, when he was making the plan.

The question was whether it was possible to return to the location where Yu Shen had previously carried out a mission. The answer was yes, but the coordinates of that mission's Yu Shen had to be pinned to the top, and three missions had to be executed unconditionally upon returning.

These three tasks cannot be refused, and there are no rewards. They will not add any mods to Longbo or give him a suitable identity.

Furthermore, when returning to a universe that has been visited before, one must abide by the rules of that universe, and the panel itself requires that power be limited to a certain extent.

Longbo had no objection to this, as these tasks posed no difficulty for him.

There's no benefit for him to carry out missions now, and sending clones is more than enough for the three missions.

As for the so-called rules of the universe itself, the panel allowed Longbo to impose self-restrictions—

He replied that he would agree first and then decide what to do once he returned to the universe he had visited.

After all, a chaotic evil god whose size far surpasses the universe and is moving towards the next level is not so easy to restrain.

Even if Longbo turns his back on everyone and breaks the agreement once he arrives, the so-called cosmic rules and the limitations of the panel are just like a helpless husband.

Therefore, when Longbo touched this universe, he immediately made the request to pin it to the top.

Each time the panel takes Longbo on a journey, it systematically records the coordinates and detailed combat data for review by the backend to prevent cheating.

To return, it needs to be pinned to the top, and a deep coordinate connection needs to be established in advance.

Only when he saw the notification pop up indicating that the task had been completed did Long Bo finally breathe a sigh of relief, and his eyes sharpened.

"Next, all we need to do is quickly find the Predator that has broken the rules and take it down."

Longbo's phantom slowly moved forward, straight across the date palm grove, and what came into view was a golden wheat field, and deep in the oasis, a city several kilometers in size, a rarity in this era.

In order not to alert the enemy, Longbo did not use too much power, and did not even teleport instantly.

A sweltering breeze swept across the vast barley fields, causing the golden crop to undulate and sway like a sea, forming magnificent waves of wheat. All around, dark-skinned people bent over to work in the fields.

Beyond the wheat fields, a vineyard comes into view. The residents of Uruk draw water from a tributary of the Euphrates River, and glistening droplets of water nourish the roots of the grapevines.

The scene that came into view made Longbo slow down his pace and observe this rare city-state from the 13th century BC with his two pairs of eyes.

It is clear that although the people of this era were just as hardworking, their eyes contained a brilliance that was absent in many feudal dynasties.

Although the Earth where Lombre lived also had a country called Uruk, it must be admitted that without the priestess's secret guidance, their development would likely not have surpassed that of Uruk.

Of course, this is all on the premise that these things actually exist.

As he approached the towering city walls, Longbo quickened his pace, heading deeper into the city of Uruk. He could clearly sense that the Ironblood alien who had violated the heavenly law was deep within the city.

However, just as Longbo's phantom entered the city with the passing crowds, he suddenly noticed something unexpected.

One of the guards spotted Him. The guard watched with suspicion as the figure, completely concealed in a dark cloak, entered the city with the crowd, while the other guards seemed oblivious. The guard sensed something was amiss.

Soon, the guard realized something, said a few words to the guard next to him, and then walked to the side of Longbo's phantom, staring straight at Him.

"Are you here to see Jill?"

Longbo was somewhat surprised to hear this, as he had never encountered a situation where he was seen by a mortal before. He was now merely an illusion, but he was still powerful.

Longbo looked at the seemingly ordinary guard with great interest. He was a middle-aged man with a rugged face, wearing pearl-white armor, and tall.

Long Bo became interested and easily sensed the condition of the middle-aged man in front of him. He then understood everything, but did not expose him.

"No, I'm here to kill a dangerous creature."

"A dangerous creature—" The guard asked with some confusion, then pointedly asked, "Are you a hunter?"

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I guess so.

Longbo did not deny that he did engage in hunting, and that he did the same thing every time he traveled through time, although these tasks were like blasting fish ponds to him.

The guard's gaze pierced through the hood and fell upon Longbo's two pairs of eyes and his winding horns. He was instantly startled and instinctively gripped his weapon tightly.

He suddenly recalled these features, and his expression instantly changed. "You are—"

Seeing that he recognized him, Longbo became even more interested and immediately interrupted him.

Yes, it's me.

"And you, what's your name?"

The guard in the pearl-white armor fell silent for a moment upon hearing this. He felt that there was something wrong with his memory, and it took him a while to react.

"I am Enkidu, Gil's best friend and his most loyal guard."

Upon seeing this, Longbo instantly understood his identity.

Enkidu, in Sumerian mythology, is a divine weapon created by the gods to restrain Gilgamesh.

He was also the King of Uruk's only close friend.

He initially appeared as a wild beast, but after spending time with the divine prostitute, he gained reason and speech, and transformed into the exact same form as her.

But now—

Looking at Enkidu's rugged middle-aged face, with stubble covering almost his entire chin and messy long hair, Longbo felt an overwhelming urge to complain.

It has none of the legendary elegant, gentle, and nature-friendly stunning appearance.

I don't know how the original legend of this world was passed down, giving people the image of a rugged and strong man as an androgynous beauty.

Seeing that Longbo didn't speak, Enkidu didn't think too much about it either. Instead, he led Longbo deeper into the city in a familiar manner. "Names are consumables for us. We change them every now and then. We don't need to care about them."

"But I really didn't expect to encounter someone like you here."

"Jill would be so happy to know you've come here, you know we've traveled all over the world together to find the things you left behind."

"Really?" Longbo was also somewhat surprised to hear this, because in his perception, Enkidu was born almost five thousand years earlier than himself.

Even so, he was not surprised that he only saw traces but not Longbo himself.

Enkidu seemed very familiar with all traces of Lonbo, clearly having searched for him extensively.

Now that they have seen Longbo himself descend upon them, they are like eager-to-learn children, asking Longbo for detailed stories of those legendary events.

Longbo didn't hide much from this ancient being who was born five thousand years earlier than him, but shared some of the things he could tell Enkidu.

Enkidu, the ancient being, transformed into a competent listener, displaying remarkable emotional intelligence. He provided flawless emotional feedback on Lombard's story, seemingly showing great admiration.

After telling what he could say, Longbo originally wanted Enkidu to record everything in more detail to avoid any unofficial history about him, but he thought about it and gave up the idea.

On the one hand, given the state of the world and Enkidu's condition, there was no chance for the true story to be passed down.

On the other hand, there are countless unofficial histories about Longbo at this moment. There are already enough unofficial histories circulating on Earth, so it doesn't seem like there's anything more.

Lancelot, led by Enkidu, ventured deeper into the city of Uruk. The prosperity surrounding them, far ahead of its time, filled Enkidu with immense pride.

"Look, this is the city that Jill and I built together. Although it's not as large as the city left by the giants, it's much more prosperous!"

Looking up, one sees crowds of people all around, and the streets are filled with a variety of goods and fruits and vegetables. The coming and going vendors all showcase the prosperity of this place, which is far ahead of its time.

But as I said before, this is all predicated on the premise that such a scenario actually exists.

The men passing by were very tall, with strong facial features and various scars all over their bodies. Although the women were not as tall as the men, they also had many scars.

Yet these men and women, who looked exceptionally fierce at first glance, were now showing genuine smiles, creating an incongruous atmosphere.

But Longbo, who already knew the true nature of this world, was not surprised by this, and did not expose it either.

Longbo nodded in agreement. To be fair, Uruk was indeed more prosperous than the sacrificial cities that had existed for thousands of years.

Xiu's gaze extended, seemingly casually sweeping across the crowd, finally settling on a simple forging workshop beside her.

There, Longbo saw a tall, shirtless man forging a sharp bronze weapon alone.

The man's muscles bulged like a mountain range, his veins bulged, and his arms and elbows were encased in black gauntlets. He reached into the furnace and took out bronze slabs that had been cast, cooled, and then reheated to forge.

The forging platform roared with his movements, sparks flew, and the wooden workshop swayed precariously. The archway hanging in front of the door swayed and fell, just enough to obscure the man's head and above.

As if sensing Long Bo's peripheral vision, the man's forging movements froze for a moment, and he was drenched in sweat, but he quickly threw himself back into forging.

Longbo glanced at it, then meaningfully looked away and shifted his gaze to other areas.

As he went deeper, the chilling sounds of burning flames and painful whispers became increasingly faint.

Men dressed in linen clothes and with smiles on their faces passed by Longbo, their straw sandals making a rumbling sound like steel colliding with rock as they hit the ground, and the heat spread wildly.

It was as if they were not wearing linen clothes, but rather half-ton steel armor wreathed in flames.

Lonbo remained indifferent to this, but Enkidu beside him seemed somewhat bewildered, turning his head to look at the crowd with a puzzled expression and scratching his head.

"What's going on?"

Enkidu felt a strange sense of unease about the surrounding scene. He seemed to have experienced similar scenes before, but it was also as if he hadn't.

He vaguely felt that there was something wrong with his memory, and that he was missing something.

Enkidu's reaction made Lombard thoughtful. He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and muttered to himself, "It seems that Enkidu is not the same type of person as the people around him."

Just as Longbo's phantom was pondering, an even more incongruous scene appeared ahead, leaving Enkidu increasingly bewildered. A Roman gladiator cage, which should not exist in this era, was so abruptly embedded in the corner of the street.

Many strong men gathered together, watching the scene inside the arena where humans wielding bronze swords fought against a dark monster, cheering loudly.

This pitch-black monster is humanoid in shape, with many pipe-like structures raised on its back, and a long tail trailing behind it with a sharp blade at the end.

This monster is over 2.3 meters tall, and its head seems to be able to unfold disgusting limbs, with several tens of centimeters extending from the back of its head, and its four claws are exceptionally sharp.

Clearly, this was Longbo's purpose in coming here—to create a high-level monster from "Alien vs. Predator," but at this moment it was being toyed with by a slender female warrior of normal height wielding a longsword.

Each swing of the sharp bronze sword left a wound on its body, and the longsword was held across the Ironblood Xenomorph's neck several times, but it did not cut it down.

Two warriors stood together outside the arena, seemingly commenting on the battle taking place inside, and were clearly having a pleasant conversation.

One of them was dressed in black and white armor, holding a cross-shaped sword, with a distinct Roman style. He had no hair on his head, and his face was old with particularly sharp eyes.

Beside him stood a silver-haired warrior clad in purple armor who appeared remarkably young. He carried two strange bronze longswords and wore a beaming smile.

Longbo stared silently at the figure before him, composed of steel, flames, and a skeleton, feeling that he hadn't played the game of No Game No Life very well.

They were unaware of Longbo's arrival, but noticed Enkidu following Longbo's gaze, so they stopped talking and paid him their highest respects.

The scene that came into view stunned Enkidu. He stared at the incongruous Roman-style architecture, his pupils gradually losing focus.

"This—this isn't right, is it?"

"Isn't this a Roman building? But what is Rome anyway?"

Just as Enkidu was stunned, two figures emerged from the other side of the street.

This is a pair consisting of a spirited blond youth and a black-haired woman with a blank, doll-like gaze.

Gilgamesh and Ishtar.

The blond youth named Gilgamesh laughed and said, "Enkidu, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"That's just how Uruk is."

"Gil!" Enkidu looked at the blond youth in front of him and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was finally relieved to know that his best friend was not dead.

But the next second, he put this strange thought out of his mind. How could someone as strong as Jill die?

Ishtar snapped out of her daze and instantly realized her predicament. Her face darkened, and she gave Gilgamesh a look of utter disgust.

Immediately afterwards, Ishtar cast a pitying glance at the unsuspecting Enkidu.

Gilgamesh gazed at the phantom of Longbo before him, remained silent for a moment, and then chuckled, revealing an expression as if he were about to be liberated.