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Chapter 13 - [13] The Curtain Falls on Divine Punishment, the Next Role is...

If it weren't for the lightning in the sky illuminating the scene, the world would be engulfed in pitch-black darkness.

The thick clouds, heavy as lead, seemed ready to fall and crush the earth.

The thunder that roared was deafening, making one dizzy.

Thousands of lightning snakes converged towards one spot, right above the head of the king of Uruk.

The lightning snakes continuously formed into a spear of judgment, changing from white to deep blue, finally turning black.

And black generally symbolizes death, so this was divine punishment that would bring death.

Such divine punishment, even from behind the veil of time and space, made the distant observer, Göll, tremble, her legs feeling weak.

If it weren't for her small hand gripping Sister Brunhilde's clothing to steady herself, she might have collapsed to the ground in fear.

Was this the wrath of the main god?

If she were in the same time and space, she would surely have collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably, tears in her eyes.

Now, she and Sister Brunhilde were no longer in the same coordinates of different times and spaces.

In simple terms, they were no longer in a holographic projection but watching a two-dimensional screen.

Now, they had returned to the Akasha, watching the images on the screen.

The reason they were not observing in a holographic format was to avoid detection and unnecessary trouble.

If possible, before the onset of the "Ragnarök," Brunhilde did not want her selected personnel list to be exposed.

She planned to give those bastard gods a big surprise.

As she watched the images on the screen, Brunhilde couldn't help but furrow her brow.

That black divine punishment would not only reduce the body to ashes but also completely erase the soul, just like the sky god Anu.

At that point, no resurrection method would be effective, and she would be unable to summon King Gilgamesh to participate in "Ragnarök."

Damn it, biting her thumb, Brunhilde felt a deep sense of unwillingness.

And as the main god Marduk waved his hand, the black judgment seemed ready to tear through space, making Brunhilde clench her fists, her heart rising to her throat.

The black spear of divine punishment fell towards Gilgamesh, and he showed no intention of evading it; was he confident it couldn't harm him? Did he have some hidden card?

Then, the black lightning struck him, seemingly absorbed and vanishing, as if nothing had happened.

This scene made Brunhilde's heart leap with joy; indeed, he had a backup—

Her expression of delight had yet to emerge before it froze instantly.

Gilgamesh's body began to vanish like dry ice evaporating, turning into a mere skeleton in an instant.

Crack, crack, crack; even through the screen, one could hear the sound of fractures as the skeleton appeared covered in dense black cracks.

With a single snap, it shattered into countless grains of sand, instantly turning black, and then crumbled into powder.

But that wasn't the end; a half-transparent humanoid figure was engulfed in black flames—that was the soul.

The soul burned like the remaining oil in a lamp, serving as fuel.

A normal person would have already emitted a wretched scream, their soul twisting into a non-human shape.

Yet this humanoid torch remained perfectly still, maintaining its initial seated posture.

"Others should also be punished."

"Yes, just a mere human, daring to look at us with such eyes."

The other gods believed that Gilgamesh should not be the only one punished; his people should also face punishment, letting him see the consequences of his arrogance.

Under such words, the previously motionless soul torch suddenly raised its head, erupting with a murderous intent that made the air tremble.

This murderous intent seemed capable of tearing apart the heavens, causing the malicious gods to tense up, a chill running through them.

Some gods, unable to withstand this murderous intent, were so frightened that they lost their ability to float and began to fall; if not for someone catching them, it would have been a tremendous embarrassment.

"Damn it, that cursed Gilgamesh!!!"

The god who nearly fell was Ishtar; it was she who incited the punishment of other humans as well.

Even though he was already like a candle flickering in the wind, on the verge of turning to ashes, he still—still dared to glare like that?!

"Heh, go ahead and try. This king will reclaim it a hundred millionfold," the risen King of Uruk said with a light chuckle.

Though his voice wasn't loud, it resonated across the heavens and earth, brimming with a domineering aura capable of overturning the world.

At this moment, even the churning dark clouds seemed to still under the weight of his presence.

Such indomitable will—this was a man who would never yield, no matter how cruelly his people were slaughtered before his eyes.

He would only fix his ruby-like eyes, blazing like a malevolent star piercing the night, upon the perpetrator. And given the chance, he would exact vengeance a hundred millionfold, just as he had declared.

Such words and demeanor made the chief god Marduk frown. Did this mean the King of Uruk could still return?

Impossible. He could clearly sense Gilgamesh's soul burning away, turning to cosmic dust.

Not even gods could defy the laws of the universe. There was no way a mere human like Gilgamesh could resurrect.

[Entering next character. Countdown: 5...]

This system prompt forced the King of Uruk—Gilgamesh—back onto his throne.

He glanced at the progress bar, still stuck at 99.9%. So, had he failed?

Not quite. The final 0.1% required waiting until the modern era, the new millennium, to confirm whether his legend had endured to that extent. Only then would the bar reach completion.

But what if his legacy was erased in the meantime? Would that mean failure?

Hard to say. If he could continue his role through time, he might still manipulate events—reviving lost history as legend.

Hey, don't let the countdown freeze at "1" too! His soul was truly about to burn out.

The next moment, as the countdown hit zero, he felt himself being pulled away—a sensation eerily similar to his death.

What kind of character would he embody next? He couldn't help but look forward to it.

A strange premonition told him something interesting was about to come his way.

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