Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods

Chapter 219 A Thousand Years

Gilgamesh's words were clearly carried by the breeze to Lonbo and Enkidu.

Longbo seemed to be deep in thought upon hearing this.

Enkidu also realized that something was wrong. Since recently, a series of conversations among the group had taken place that he did not understand, and the conversation between Gilles and Lombard made him vaguely aware of something.

Unknown fragments of memory played out in his mind like a shattered film. The scenes, which were unprecedented yet strangely familiar, made Enkidu's heart pound and his pupils tremble violently.

He instinctively looked at Gilgamesh, wanting an answer, but quickly fell silent again.

His intuition told him that all he needed to do now was remain silent, and that Jill would soon explain everything to him, just like they always had in the past.

Beside him, Gilgamesh also noticed his gaze, and the sadness in his heart grew stronger. Recalling the past, all that remained was a silent sigh.

"Less than a thousand years."

Longbo muttered to himself, his thoughts rapidly expanding. After meticulous calculations, he finally arrived at a conclusion.

That's enough.

At its current rate of absorption, the main body can completely devour all the other dimensions in just a few hundred years. At that time, it can merge its own consciousness into the expanding infinite spacetime and complete the final leap.

Therefore, if Gilgamesh could hold out for a thousand years, it would be more than enough time for Longbo to return.

By then, I can't guarantee anything about the other dragons, but at least humanity will be able to continue.

After a moment's thought, Longbo gave a relatively conservative answer: "One thousand years. If you can persevere for one thousand years, everything will fall into place."

"Within this thousand years, I will complete the final step and bring purification here."

"But if you become something else before that, and personally lead all of humanity to ascend to the Warp, then we will have no choice but to annihilate you and all the humans who have become Warp beings."

Longbo gazed into Gilgamesh's weary yet gradually brightening eyes and said, word by word, "You'd better be able to hold on."

Although Longbo still cares about humans and other life forms, it doesn't mean he would take risks for these lives and come here prematurely when there's no chance of winning.

Therefore, if Gilgamesh had not been able to persevere, Luna would have only sighed inwardly and then regarded him as an enemy, uniting more forces.

Even if there is an extra demon army in the subspace, Longbo can guarantee to pull out an equivalent fighting force from the arcane universe, ensuring that every demon army in the subspace can be assigned a "Land of Light".

The power of light is specifically designed to counter these chaotic entities composed of negative energy and malice.

There's a saying, isn't there?

As long as Lombard arrives in the Warp with light, everything will be alright.

"A thousand years?"

Gilgamesh laughed upon hearing this. He recalled the power of miracles and hope he had just seen. A ray of light rose in his previously despairing world of mind, as if it were the first ray of dawn before the dark old night disappeared.

"If we persist for another thousand years, will humanity be able to achieve salvation?"

Gilgamesh repeated the words, and his previously exhausted body and mind seemed to surge with boundless power.

"Then I will persevere until you return here and bring the light that purifies this place."

In his tens of thousands of years of life, he had never looked forward to a day as much as he had at this moment.

If we can persist for just one thousand years, humanity, and even the entire universe, can be saved, and the chaotic subspace can be purified.

So he was willing to pay any price for it, even if it meant burning his soul, until the very end.

If humanity can escape this future shrouded in perpetual darkness and despair, then it will be worthwhile to give everything, even until the very end, until nothing is left.

The fragment of Gilgamesh's soul looked back at Lombre's phantom, its eyes revealing endless anticipation for that day.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind at that moment, and all the words in his heart, when they reached his lips, amounted to only one: "Hope remains—"

In the aftermath of a great rebellion that swept across the galaxy, humanity swayed in the winds of change, struggling aboard a decaying vessel called the Empire.

Humans can see the ship decaying every day, and even the sacrifice of countless lives can only slightly slow down the rate of decay.

Humanity struggled in this despair for ten thousand years, until finally, ten thousand years later, humanity saw the true dawn.

Gilgamesh's thoughts began to wander, and he realized that some of his original plans needed to be adjusted.

Almost everything that was originally done had to be disrupted, and things that should be discarded no longer needed to consume resources.

Many unnecessary planets no longer need to be defended; all available resources should be gathered to ensure a longer period of survival.

Moreover, the territory covering the Milky Way must now be shrunk, as an excessively large territory is more prone to problems and is much more difficult to manage.

His descendants must also return ahead of time; only by utilizing their individual strengths and talents can they better accomplish this mission.

His thoughts raced, countless grand plans swirling in his mind, all he could do was wait for this meeting to end before officially beginning preparations.

But before that, he needs to understand more about the power that Longbo brought.

Gilgamesh asked again, "I want to know what kind of power you brought with you."

Once he had a better understanding, he first coordinated with the reinforcements based on their strengths and different styles.

However, the answer he received plunged him into a long silence.

Lombre could see right through Gilgamesh's thoughts. Considering the horrific state of the empire he controlled, Lombre found it hard to imagine how the Giants of Light would react upon seeing humans transformed into such a grotesque form.

He also found it difficult to describe the Kingdom of Light and the Kingdom in words. After a moment of thought, Longbo's illusory figure dimmed a little more, and a ball of light containing an astonishing amount of information condensed in his hand once again.

When faced with Gilgamesh's question, Luna gently tossed the ball of light in his hand toward him.

Gilgamesh didn't think too much and directly crushed the ball of light. Strands of light entered his soul fragments, and a massive amount of information poured in.

In these cinematic scenes, one can see energy life forms that are tens of meters tall, weigh tens of thousands of tons, and can easily destroy planets with their enormous energy.

The sight of these energy life forms protecting various planets, and their willingness to give their lives for creatures they didn't even know, moved him deeply.

He was even more shocked by those scenes that were almost idealistic, enough to make these life forms unleash astonishing combat power, but new problems followed one after another.

These energy lifeforms undoubtedly possess chaos resistance surpassing that of all humans, but such peculiar existences are bound to attract the attention of the four Overlords deep within the warp.

If they were to personally engage in corruption, it could very likely lead to a terrible disaster.

But soon, within the message of light, two more towering figures reappeared, radiating a light that was both sacred and dazzling.

The moment Gilgamesh saw them, he dispelled the doubts that had arisen not long ago. If such beings had also followed, then there was nothing to worry about; the so-called corruption was indeed a minor issue.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, it was enough for Gilgamesh to realize what level of life these two beings were.

Two sacred figures, and the soon-to-be-ascended Longbo—if he could still maintain his consciousness by then, it would be more than enough for him to fight to the death with the four bastards deep in the warp.

As Gilgamesh pondered this, the scene before him continued to change, but this time it transformed from a being of light into an ordinary creature.

This time, what appeared before him was a figure that felt extremely familiar.

Golden armor, a robust physique, and vast, godlike spiritual energy—all these signs pointed to his identity being highly similar to her own.

He used the Hyperspace Path to traverse the galaxy, built a vast empire, created powerful genetically modified warriors, and annihilated all powerful alien creatures.

He single-handedly defeated four troublemakers in the warp, accomplished everything, and successfully retired to a peaceful life.

"The King of Space, huh?" Gilgamesh fell silent, his eyes filled with endless longing and yearning.

These are essentially the things he has dreamed of and struggled for for tens of thousands of years; everything he has done is for this purpose.

Whether it's leading humanity to rule the galaxy, killing the four gods, or retiring afterward, these are all futures he dreams of.

However, reality differed from Gilgamesh's expectations. He did not accomplish everything smoothly; instead, due to betrayal and scheming, things took a turn for the worst.

Now, he sees someone who is very similar to himself successfully accomplish all of this, which makes him very emotional.

He could clearly see that the King of Space and himself were highly similar in many ways.

Gilgamesh couldn't tell whether he was his alternate dimension counterpart or the King of Space was his alternate dimension counterpart, and it wasn't a big deal, so there was no need to care.

All he knew was that someone very similar to himself, who had accomplished all his goals, would soon arrive here to purify the subspace.

In just a moment, Gilgamesh took in all the information contained within the ball of light, regained his senses, and stared at Lombre's increasingly dim phantom.

Gilgamesh smiled again, as if he had returned to the spirited man he was when he was known as Gilgamesh, and said in a relaxed tone, "Before you leave, may I ask you to do something for me?"

"Speak." Longbo's phantom gradually disintegrated.

Gilgamesh met the eyes of the phantom of Lombre and said calmly, "Kill me."

His voice was very soft, as if nothing concerned him.

This voice contained Gilgamesh's prediction of his future and his worst-case scenario, which he would not allow to happen.

Longbo's phantom gave Gilgamesh a meaningful look, and finally nodded: "Alright."

He saw that Gilgamesh was worried that he might become a source of trouble and affect the humans he loved, so He asked that after everything was over, he should kill him and obtain eternal rest.

As the sound faded, Longbo's phantom completely disintegrated, returning to its original state as energy.

As for that unfortunate Predator, Longbo paid it no heed and didn't care about the mission's failure.

After he left, Gilgamesh looked into the distance again, reminiscing about everything that had happened.

At the location of the arena, the gaunt female warrior stopped toying with the alien and decisively severed its head. Emerald green blood splattered, and the massive body convulsed and fell, lifeless.

Only after their conversation ended did Enkidu step forward to face his friend.

"Jill, I—something seems off."

Whether it was the strangeness of this world or the content of the conversation between Gilgamesh, Ishtar, and Lunaeber's phantoms, he was puzzled and eager for answers.

Enkidu's signature voice caused Gilgamesh's expression to revert to sorrow. He slowly turned to look at Enkidu, his eyes becoming vacant, his lips slightly parted: "I'm sorry—All—"

The whispers triggered a flood of memories in Enkidu's mind, from his ancient birth to Jill stealing his sheep and getting to know him, to their separation during the Tower of Babel incident, and their reunion with the vengeful spirit.

In an instant, he remembered everything. Enki was his name during this period, while his real name was Olpeson, the oldest human being.

But soon, he recalled some things again, his face turned pale, and all the wrong things connected. He looked up again and stared at his friend.

"Gil—no, Neos."

"I'm not the real me, am I?"

"What I mean is, I have been killed by Horus, my body and soul are destroyed, and there is no possibility of resurrection."

"So, I'm just an illusion you conjured up, right?" Olpeson gazed at his friend, recalling Ishtar's—or rather, Ishtar's—words, and instantly understood everything.

Although he asked, he already had a definite answer in his heart.

As his voice faded, everything around him underwent a dramatic transformation; the clear sky shattered, turning into a twisted and chaotic world.

The once bustling city has been reduced to ruins, and the passersby have reverted to their original forms: a chaotic demon army composed of flames, bones, and armor.

Although the blacksmith who kept forging the iron had become a headless skeleton, he still did not stop working, as if he did not see it, and continued to hammer with his steel-like hands.

Olpeson looked around and took in everything. Elda, who had also long since perished, stood beside him. Even though she wasn't the real person, she had perfectly replicated the disgust and hatred she felt for Neos the moment she woke up and realized everything.

Having understood everything, Olpeson stared at the lifeless blond youth, watching helplessly as he transformed from a handsome young man into a skeleton sitting on a golden throne.

Looking at his former friend, now a skeleton, sitting on the most terrifying instrument of torture in the galaxy, just one step away from becoming inhuman, he let out a sigh.

"You should let it go too, Neos."

"As you know, we have long since perished, and no matter how much we try to recreate our personalities, it will still be fake."

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Olpeson then discovered the truth behind his distorted memories after being materialized.

Over a period of tens of thousands of years, his friends had this dream countless times, each time bringing to life the three of them who had long since died, as if this would allow them to return to the past when the three of them fought together for their ideals.

On that golden throne, the skeleton known as Nios had tears streaming from its empty eyes, dripping down its skeletal face and onto the throne, but it seemed not to hear Olpeson's words, merely repeating them to itself.

"I'm sorry—Oh—"

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In the real universe, before the throne room of Terra, golden-armored guards stood holding their spears, and the voice emanating from the throne aroused doubt in their hearts.

"Why is His Majesty weeping?"

Is it because of the loss of some outstanding figures? Or is it because of the fall of a certain star sector?

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