3 Greatest Mongrel

Luo Wei also wondered why the King of Uruk was so calm.

But even if he had watched the works of the Fate World series before transmigrating and knew the general character of Gilgamesh, he still couldn't accurately grasp the law of his emotional changes.

Or maybe there was no such thing at all.

Gilgamesh, as the king of extreme ego, perfectly fits the five words 'moody'.

So just forget it.. if he couldn't figure it out, he didn't plan to think about it.

It's just that it strengthened his determination to ascend to the Throne of Heroes and regain that power.

If he had that power, what is Gilgamesh thinking, can't he still see through it?

Back in front of him, facing Gilgamesh's sneer questioning, Luo Wei just smiled and did not continue to push forward.

Learn to stop when enough is enough.

Just this level is not enough to leave a name in history, and if Gilgamesh is completely furious, then his death will be in vain...

Such a thing is really hard to come by, and if he pushed further, the chance to be famous in history and to die is even more likely to be lost.

Anyway, he is confident that his behavior must have left a very negative impression on Gilgamesh's heart.

That's enough.

Next, it will escalate.

"Hmph, did you stop talking? It seems that the level of a mere Mongrel is nothing more than this?"

Gilgamesh was a little disappointed instead: "In this case, then just prostrate yourself under the great brilliance of this king, and let the brilliance illuminate your maggot-like stench to every detail!"

"..."

Although he didn't want to curse but...how does this guy manage to speak like this without being ashamed?

Luo Wei tried hard to keep his facial expression still.

Gilgamesh shook his head in disappointment.

He thought there would be some big show, but was it just like this?

"King, it's almost time." At this moment, a servant accompanying him spoke.

The time for the ceremony to hold a joint sacrifice to the gods has indeed arrived.

Luo Wei glanced at the sky; it was noon.. It is said that at this time, the gods would rise to the highest point of Mesopotamia with the scorching sun.

Holding sacrifices at this time is the best way for the gods to feel the respect of humans.

It's time for Luo Wei, the sacrificial leader, to make an appearance—

"Great and honorable gods above."

Like a master of ceremonies in later generations, he chose some eloquent words and spoke loudly.

"We and all the subjects of Uruk are here to sincerely thank and pray..."

The old priest listened and glanced at Gilgamesh, who leaned on a stone pillar with a disdainful face, he was so moved that he was about to cry.

The contrast between the people is so obvious.

As an equally gifted person, although Luo Wei does not possess as much strength and wisdom as Gilgamesh, he can be regarded as the second most prominent figure of Uruk's younger generation.

The gap is not too large, coupled with this kind of attitude that is not pious but at least maintains respect.

This made the old man, who thought that Uruk would eventually be abandoned by the gods and perish because of Gilgamesh's reckless behavior, feel that it was saved once again.

But soon, he stopped laughing.

As Luo Wei finished his eloquent words, many priests standing in front of the statues of the gods they served began to dance.

The firelight immediately ignited the offerings, and the curling smoke carried them to the realm of the gods.

Next—

The most important thing is that Gilgamesh, the king of Uruk, will recite the ritual.

In any case, as the ruler of the city-state, he is the protagonist of this festival.

In the original city-state, where politics and religion were unified, the supreme king was essentially the closest sacrifice to the gods and the messenger of all the gods.

In front of him, the high priest and the sacrifices of other gods were just accompanying sacrifices.

The slate that Luo Wei held in his hand, created and inscribed by him, was just for this purpose.

Next, he would place the tablet into Gilgamesh's hands.

Then, let this festival become the most ancient remembrance that will be passed down through the ages!

"King, please read the sacrificial inscription."

Under the gaze of everyone, he lifted up his linen robe and handed the clay tablet in his hand to the blond young man in front of him, who was leaning on the stone pillar.

Although Gilgamesh was a little reluctant, he still raised his hand and took it.

"How dare you allow me, the noble king, to recite such disgusting language for those mongrels?

In ordinary circumstances, this would be considered a crime, an act of disrespect towards the glorious and great king, punishable by death!"

However, it seems that this king still insisted on speaking, so..well, he couldn't admit defeat.

In fact, the reason Gilgamesh, who holds undisguised disdain and scorn for the gods, appears here is not due to any awe of the gods.

It's because of the existence of his mother—one of the gods, the daughter of the god-king Anu, the omniscient goddess, Rimat-Ninsun.

The great half-god, half-human King of Heroes was born from the union between a King and the goddess.

Although he is of human blood, he possesses the power and wisdom of a deity.

This is a bond that he cannot sever, no matter the circumstances, and it serves as the last link between the rebellious king and the gods in the sky.

But this connection has grown increasingly frail over time.

At an unknown point, when the gods could no longer descend to the ground in their own bodies, and Gilgamesh hadn't seen his mother for an extended period, this kind of connection might have been on the brink of breaking.

Of course, at least for now, because of this, he can still maintain his patience.

Gilgamesh took the clay tablet from Luo Wei's hands with disdain.

The special clay tablet that required Luo Wei to use both hands to hold it smoothly was as light as a feather in his hands.

Under the dome light hanging upside down above his head, the king's red eyes focused on the stone slab, as he opened his mouth, followed the words on it, and recited:

"All gods overlook the world from the temple in the sky, and they hold the power of the sky and the earth in their hands..."

The beginning was normal.

But that was just the beginning.

"God chose a king to rule mankind for mankind.

They thought that the king they chose for mankind was perfect, but how did the king do it?"

"The so-called king is cruel and merciless.

He oppresses his subjects and regards Uruk as his own voice. He does not allow anyone to oppose him. He thinks he is great, but he doesn't know that people are only afraid of his power and authority."

Gilgamesh frowned, realizing something was wrong, and his voice became lower and lower.

But he still read it subconsciously.

"This king ruthlessly tramples upon others and disdainfully labels all his subjects as Mongrels.

He treats everyone as mere slaves, yet he remains oblivious to the fact that if we follow his twisted logic..."

"He who blurs the lines between gods and mortals is the greatest Mongrel of them all!"

Click——

The clay tablet clenched tightly in Gilgamesh's hand began to crack under the intense pressure of his five sharp-jointed fingers.

Although, in the end, the voice of the king's chanting was very low, it was still heard by others.

The temple instantly became silent.

Everyone looked at each other in shock, or rather...with fear.

Only Luo Wei smiled happily.

He was very satisfied with the "sacrifice" he burned.

Although he wasn't some scholar with such profound literary knowledge, but for him, what he wrote in his hands was enough.

Especially the last sentence——

'Everyone is a Mongrel...Are you the only one entitled to label others as such? '

I've tolerated you for a long time!