Doraemon for an imperfect world

"what……"

Matou Sakura couldn't help but ask Medusa beside her, "Sister Medusa, could he have heard what I said?"

"It's a divine weapon after all."

Medusa said casually, "But it's not 'he', it's 'it'. Enzidu has no concept of gender."

"I clearly remember that in the Epic of Gilgamesh, it had sex with the prostitute for seven days and seven nights..."

Considering that the other party might be able to hear it, Sakura Matou decided not to continue.

After all, it's clay that can be transformed at will, so gender and the like might actually be meaningless.

"Is he actually a famous demigod hero?"

Heimdall spoke, then raised his own horn. With a roar of elephants, a four-armed, five-eyed god entered the arena. "Faced with three consecutive defeats, instead of feeling defeated, he looks forward to it even more. He created the world with a playful spirit, then destroys it at will, treating the entire world as a playground. Shiva, the God of Destruction of the Universe!"

After saying that, Heimdall quickly stepped aside, then waved vigorously at Enzidu and said, "Hey, you too, you'll be affected if you stand there."

"Thank you for your kindness, but as a weapon, how can I leave the battlefield?"

"Eh, weapons?"

"That's exactly what I mean!"

The archaeologist immediately said, "According to the Epic of Gilgamesh, Enkidu was a half-man, half-beast warrior created from clay by the gods to punish Gilgamesh. It was indeed a weapon used by the gods against mortals!"

"Really."

Gilgamesh smiled helplessly, "Live together, fight together. You are neither an enemy nor a weapon, but..."

"A close friend, isn't he?"

Enzidu responded softly.

Shiva folded his arms and clasped them behind his head, looking at the two in front of him with an impatient expression. He waited until they finished their unpleasant interaction before speaking again, "A divine weapon and a close friend? That's not something I can do. In that case, I don't mind taking on two enemies at once."

"This one is surprisingly easy to talk to."

Matou Sakura came close to Doraemon and complained, "To be honest, even I think two against one is a bit unfair."

"In that case, let's see it for ourselves!"

Gilgamesh opened his eyes, and dozens of golden ripples bloomed behind him. He could fight alongside his best friend in the full glory of a Heroic Spirit, without considering his magic power. In this state, he would not lose to anyone. "You bastards called God, this is the foundation of human history!"

Countless golden streams of light suddenly tore through the air. The Sword of Hegni, Grame, Spiral Sword, Hepal... As the crystallization of all the prototypes of treasures and human wisdom, nothing can better represent the history of mankind and declare war on the gods than the King's Treasure!

"not bad!"

Shiva also clenched his fists excitedly, then rushed forward suddenly, relying on his fists to avoid the sharp edges of those treasures and then knocked them down from the side.

But the moment he approached Gilgamesh, he found that his opponent was not at all panicked, but looked at him very confidently. Then a silver-white chain broke out from the ground. He suddenly did a backflip but was still scratched on the forehead.

"I see. After all, I still have to give it my all."

He looked at Enkidu, who seemed to be standing motionless, but in fact his lower body had turned into mud and stuck in the ground. After wiping the blood from his head, he began to dance strangely.

After thousands of years, his blood finally boiled again.

353

Chapter 353 The Real War.

"Oh, really, with humans winning so many games like this, if I betray the gods again, wouldn't it be like I'm afraid?"

Shakya said while holding a bucket of popcorn and scratching his head in distress.

"So the enlightened ones also care about this kind of thing?"

Neos asked, "As an enlightened being, shouldn't you be free from being bothered by anything?"

"Well, that's exactly what I'm saying."

Shakya smiled and looked at the arena. "But with your telekinesis, there's no need to do something like this, right?"

"I hate senseless killing, that's all."

Neos explained, "So I don't want to crudely view the gods as a whole."

"That's really compassionate."

While eating popcorn, Shakya glanced at the people in the audience behind him and said, "But according to those people, you are also a god, right?"

"Well, that's natural."

Neos didn't refute. Instead, she placed her hand on her chest and spoke without reservation, "But a god is supposed to be a perfect idol, benevolent and wise, treating all living beings equally as their own children. Only then will people, motivated by faith, follow the gods, continue along the path they have blazed, and ultimately build the world into a perfect paradise."

She has personally traveled with humans and many species in the galaxy for tens of thousands of years and has seen all kinds of things in the world. People will imitate a certain image because of their fanatical worship of it, and will suppress their own desires to help others because of the commandments they abide by. So she also wants to become such a perfect religious idol. When she tells her own ideas to the people around her, people will follow her on their own because they all firmly believe that she will build a real paradise on earth.

"That's it, okay then."

Shakya said, raised his head and poured a handful of popcorn into his mouth, then said nonchalantly, "It sounds interesting. I'm in."

"In that case, what about the list?"

Neos asked, "The list of people who voted against the destruction of humanity."

"Well, everyone voted in favor except Hercules."

Shakya shrugged and said, "The so-called gods are a group of people who are pure, absolutely violent, and extremely arrogant. If you want to talk to them on an equal footing, you must at least break their knees first."

"Are you afraid of power but not virtue?"

Neos nodded and said, "Well, if reason doesn't work, I'm still confident in my ability to fight."

As they spoke, they once again looked at the battle below.

Gilgamesh was enjoying the battle now.

An enemy who gave his all, a close friend who fought alongside him, the cheers and shouts of the masses, and the enemy also happened to be a god.

Because he was so excited, he was even reluctant to release all his treasures with all his strength.

"Hey, you still have some energy left, right?"

Shiva swung his fists fiercely, smashing the shield in front of him. But soon, several more shields that only appeared in myths and legends appeared before him. However, he did not pause for the man's almost endless wealth. His fists even burned from the high temperature generated by the friction with the air during the rapid swing. "That's a bit too contemptuous!"

"Really? Well, then there's no point in delaying any further."

Gilgamesh casually drew a Durandal and swung it to force Shiva back. Then, with a hint of aftertaste, he said, "Since you have given me such a great pleasure, I will present you with my audience."

As he spoke, an unprecedented weapon with a strange shape was pulled out from the King's Treasure. As the stick turned, a huge sense of oppression began to spread throughout the entire arena.

"What it is?"

"Is that a sword?"

"No, no, no, it's clearly just a stick. It's a drill at best."

Everyone couldn't help but start talking.

"Could that be it?"

Tōsaka Tokiomi couldn't help but widen his eyes. "Is it the sword of separation from Sumerian mythology?"

Gilgamesh smiled with satisfaction, raised his weapon high, and whispered:

"Narrive at the beginning, the world split apart, opened up with the praise of nothingness, and with this king's sword of separation, the world is torn apart, and the nebula sweeps across. The so-called heaven and hell are actually the end of the eve of creation..."

A huge amount of magic power surged up, violently tearing through space and sweeping around. However, in contrast to this pure violence, a gentle voice echoed along with it, as if it was an inseparable part of it, saying:

"What awakens me is the breath of the stars. I will walk with the world, therefore..."

The two voices overlapped in an instant, shouting indistinguishably:

"The star that opened up the sky and the earth!"

"People of the world, hope to chain the gods!"

The two huge torrents of magical power merged into one and swept towards Shiva.

"Not bad! This is really good!"

Seeing this, Shiva was also excited and put his hand into his chest to force his heartbeat to speed up, and then faced the attack in front of him and launched his strongest attack.

boom--

A huge explosion shot up into the sky, and the shock wave began to spread with sand and dust. There seemed to be some kind of restriction set by gods around the ring to slow down the impact, but even so, Doraemon still had sand all over his face.

"Bah bah bah."

Doraemon spat out the sand in his mouth with a bitter face, then looked down nervously again. He saw only a huge hole left below, and the so-called God of Destruction had disappeared.

"Well, should we say it's expected or unexpected? After three consecutive victories, the human side has once again achieved their fourth victory."

Heimdall, huddled in the corner, shouted earnestly, "The winner is—Gilgamesh!"

As the words fell, loud cheers from the audience were heard.

"Great, we just need to win three more games to survive."

"Hail Gilgamesh!"

"See, gods! This is how powerful humans are!"

"Hahahaha, I never thought I'd be able to witness such a dramatic scene in my lifetime!"

Perhaps because the human carnival was too arrogant, Odin angrily slammed the table, and suddenly a fear that was almost tangible flowed through everyone's hearts.

But the next moment, a silvery-white light lit up, soothing the uneasiness in everyone's heart.

"Is there no need to continue the competition?"

Neos stood in the corridor behind the spectator seats, holding the handrail and said, "I don't know what you are planning, but unfortunately, this match is probably over."

"Hey! What on earth do you mean?"

Ares asked uneasily after hearing this.

"Don't you understand yet?"

Neos smiled and opened her arms. "I am the god of humanity. I grew up with humanity and witnessed every transformation of humanity from the Stone Age to the Interstellar Age. Therefore, every human being is like my child. Although I don't like violence, if someone wants to harm my children, I don't mind demonstrating the power of a mother."

354

Chapter 354: Total War.

As Neos finished speaking, the entire stadium fell silent.

"Can I understand that you want to declare war?"

Odin stood up, and a huge shadow bloomed behind him, transforming into a giant standing tall and looking down at the people below.

"After all, it took seven battles to only win a thousand years of survival. It's really not worth it."

Neos didn't hide anything, but spread her hands and said, "Those who want to harm humanity must be punished, but if they are willing to coexist peacefully, I don't mind accepting them as members of the human empire."

"Arrogant! So arrogant!"

The former God of Peace shouted while waving his fist. He was already full of hostility towards the human side because of Thor's death in battle, and now he couldn't wait to shout, "How could the gods surrender to humans? If you want war, we are not afraid!"

"that is!"

"Do you think it's great just because you won a few games?"

"Damn it! We're just mere humans, tools created to serve the gods. How dare we act so arrogant?"

"But even Lord Zeus has been defeated. Why not surrender... Ahem, don't look at me like that. Avenge Lord Zeus! Destroy those self-righteous mortals!"

Looking at the angry gods, Brunhilde couldn't help but snort.

The so-called gods are arrogant and love violence. They seem to be high and mighty, but if they do not have the innate authority and power, every one of them in human society should be locked up in a mental hospital.

It can be said that each of them has a tendency to be super masculine!

Well, although statistically speaking, superheroes among humans do not actually increase the crime rate, these gods can be said to perfectly fit the stereotype of the superhero concept in online rumors.

"Sure enough, there's nothing we can do about it."

As Neos finished speaking, many tall giants began to walk along the aisles on both sides of the spectator seats, past the crowd who were somewhat panicked by the sudden conflict, and then stood at the front holding huge storm shields. The Storm Loyalists followed closely behind, quickly occupying every corner of this floating island called Valhalla.

"This, this, this is..."

An old man asked tremblingly, "What's going on? Are we going to fight?"