Volume 4: War of the Gods 123, The Continent's First Warrior

  When he saw the opposing commander's demeanor, he didn't take Egu's army seriously at all. Amun also didn't want to dampen morale, so he lightly cleared his throat. Maidan understood what he meant and waved his hand for the guards on either side to part ways, and he alone drove Amun's chariot out of the battle array as well.

  After the chariot stopped, Ah Meng stood up and bowed slightly, saying to Gilgamesh in the distance: "Lord of Uruk, hero admired by millions on the mainland, your achievements have made me admire you very much. But today, you led a large army to invade lands that do not belong to you, harming people from other countries, what is this for? This is not where your army should come, and such aggressive behavior cannot be tolerated. Please withdraw your troops immediately."

  Gilgamesh also stood up and bowed slightly, saying: "Amon? We have met before! You killed the monster snake on the Euphrates River and saved the people of Uruk, I thank you for your heroic deeds. I heard that you recently captured the king of Hatti and facilitated peace talks between the two countries, this achievement makes me even more admirable. But today's war is not between you and me, I am guided by the will of God to come and punish the cruel King Egu."

  He smiled and said in a playful tone, "If we're talking about retreats, your troops have already withdrawn from the border to here as I requested. I appreciate this warm welcome."

  The army behind Gilgamesh burst into a roar of laughter, and the soldiers were all ridiculing the Eguma army for abandoning the border and fleeing. This is the wilderness where the two armies are facing each other, and the voices of these two people are not loud, but they can be heard clearly by every soldier present.

  Thousands of people's laughter merged together, like thunder, but Gilgamesh's voice suppressed the thunder and still sounded so clear. He unfolded the sheepskin scroll in his hand and began to read aloud, the content of which Amun had already seen, was a declaration of war issued by the Uruk army, with a format similar to a hymn praising the gods.

  Every time Gilgamesh recited a sentence, the soldiers cheered, and by the end of this article, the cheers had become enthusiastic chants. By the time he finished reading it, all his generals behind him had reached the peak of morale.

  Gilgamesh is a 9th-level great sorcerer, and even among those with the same 9th-level achievement, there are differences between people. For example, Armon is a 7th-level magician, but his magical power is deep and his methods are high, far surpassing ordinary 7th-level divine magicians, while Gilgamesh has obviously reached the peak of 9th-level achievement.

  As he recited the manifesto, he quietly activated one of the most brilliant mind control techniques in the world, step by step boosting the morale of his troops. When his voice reached the enemy's formation, it carried a shocking power that made people feel invincible and unstoppable, and an intangible sense of faith and doubt began to creep in. The battle had not officially begun, but the fight had already started quietly.

  Amon spoke, his voice low and carrying a strange vibration, as if he had suddenly opened his mouth right next to each person's ear, making them jump back to their senses. In terms of magical achievements, Amon couldn't compare to Gilgamesh, but he wasn't bad either.

  The commander of the Egu battlefield coldly laughed and said: "You just recited too many names, I'm sorry, I didn't remember! Is there no one in the kingdom of Balen? Does it take dozens of people to write a poem? Honorable city lord, this is not a place for flowers and wine, nor is it a place for you to recite poetry. If you want to fight, then fight, behind me are heroes just like you!

  The last part of the article is a eulogy for Marduk's title, and Amun's words are clearly disrespectful to this god. Gilgamesh closed his eyes, looked at him from afar, and seemed to want to smile, but immediately sank his face and raised his right hand to gesture forward. The army behind him moved, the initial speed was not very fast, the neat chariots and heavy cavalry on both wings advanced towards the Egyptian army, the earth transmitted a slight tremor, with a sense of heavy oppression, as if striking every person's heart.

  The oppressive feeling of the military formation advancing is also a psychological blow. If the Egyptian army stands still, as the enemy's chariots speed up and charge forward, they will inevitably be at a disadvantage. Facing the strongest legion on the continent, some Egyptian soldiers unconsciously had their legs trembling slightly.

  Ahmon stood on the carriage, raising his left hand to the sky. From behind the army formation came the sound of war drums. The great wizard George personally beat the drum, and the drumbeat seemed to carry a strange power that could awaken the soldiers' faith and courage.

  Ah Mon pointed his hand forward again, and the battle formation of Egu also moved, slowly advancing towards the enemy's formation with the sound of drums. The drumbeats became more frequent, and the speed of the advancing formation also accelerated, the impact force of the chariots gradually bursting forth, reaching its peak when colliding with the enemy array.

  The divine artificers of the army formed a grand divine array on the battlefield, Julian held his staff and flew into the air, hovering high above. The sky kept transmitting ethereal chanting voices, as if to inspire the charging warriors to forget all fear. The two armies' battle arrays advanced simultaneously, drowning out Gilgamesh's and Amun's chariots.

  The gleaming blades flashed before their eyes, and no one could see the situation clearly. Just then, everyone on the battlefield heard Gilgamesh's soft drink again: "You shameless and timid Egu people, dare to slander my assassination of Ishtar Temple's so-called holy girl, take a good look at this arrow!"

  When the people heard this, Gilgamesh's arrow had already been shot. A mournful howl rose from the open country, like a thousand wild bulls galloping and roaring, even the chariots of both sides speeding up stopped for a moment. Gilgamesh shot an earth-shaking arrow among the ten thousand soldiers, using the long teeth of Humbaba and the snake's tendon as his bow.

  Amon kept staring at Gilgamesh's movements, having long been prepared. When the opponent drew his bow and nocked an arrow, he also drew his bow and nocked an arrow. Gilgamesh hated the rumors on the mainland the most, and today he used this method to avenge himself for the arrow shot that day. As he watched his arrow fly out, Amon subconsciously compared it with the one from the assassin in the square that day.

  I remember that the assassin shot out a black crossbow arrow, which was as long as five feet and as thick as a wine cup, just like a spear. The arrow encountered obstacles in the air, making a loud roar like waves hitting rocks, but only paused for a few moments before continuing to fly towards its target at an unchanged speed and direction. That arrow itself should be an extremely precious magical artifact with powerful energy magic attached to it, incredibly formidable.

  Gilgamesh's arrows, though precious and numerous, were ordinary in form, made of steel from the land of Marha, with a surface plated with silver and engraved with divine technique. The two-foot-long arrow shafts shone like a silver flash of lightning in the sunlight, and a terrifying roar echoed across the wilderness, which was the angry bellowing of Humbaba.

  Amon also shot out his own arrows, three in a row, using arrows almost identical to the opponent's, with bows made from the long fangs and snake tendons of a double-headed serpent. Each arrow shot out, bringing a sharp whistling sound that tore through the sky, hitting Gilgamesh's arrows head-on. Two arrows collided in mid-air, producing a deafening explosion, Amon's arrows immediately shattered into several pieces flying apart.

  The howling in the wilderness seemed to weaken a bit, and Gilgamesh's arrow only paused for a moment, then continued to fly at the same speed and direction, intersecting three times in mid-air, all of which were like this.

  Amon shot three arrows in a row, but failed to stop Gilgamesh's single arrow. The opponent's arrow had already arrived at the front of the formation, and the strong gust of wind brought by the roar overturned two war chariots in front of Amon. Amon stood still without moving or dodging, holding up his iron-branch staff.

  At this time, the driver, Meidanzuo, let out a loud shout, drew out his long-handled heavy sword, and with a dazzling silver light, leaped high into the air to slash down. A burst of silver light silently exploded in mid-air, and Meidanzuo was shaken off, that arrow piercing through the silver light from mid-air continued to shoot downwards towards Ahmon.

  At this time, another clear drink was heard, and a heavy shield flew out from the right side of the battle array, smashing towards that arrow with a strong wind. Gabriel also took action, she was a little far away from her position, couldn't block in front of Amun in time, so she threw out a giant shield with all her might. A deafening sound of metal clashing came, and the door-like shield shattered instantly, the arrow paused for a moment, and continued to fly towards Amun.

  At this time, countless rays of light fell from the sky, forming a colorful protective shield that enveloped Amun's body.

  Julian floated high above Amun, presiding over the divine array in the military formation. Seeing the commander being ambushed, he naturally had to activate his divine technique to protect him. The earth-shaking arrow finally slowed down its speed, continuously breaking through various shields and emitting waves of impact, while the howling sounds in the vast wilderness gradually subsided.

  Amon raised the iron branch, pointing at the flying arrow. It stopped strangely at the tip of the staff and was fixed in mid-air by Amon's last spatial magic. Amon withdrew his staff, and the arrow fell down. He stretched out his hand to steadily catch it. The silver arrow was hot and scorching, as if it had been burned in a raging fire.

  No matter how the arrow came, the generals around him saw the commander-in-chief steadily catching it, and a burst of cheers erupted. But Ah Meng himself was shocked, Gilgamesh used the standard divine technique arrow on the battlefield, but the power of this arrow was obviously beyond that of the assassin's arrow that day.

  Although the scene was thrilling, he caught the arrow with ease, but the situation was different. The assassin's arrow that day was a cold arrow, and no one in the scene had expected it, let alone made any preparations, whereas today Gjerga Mesh was shot in battle formation, and many masters were already on high alert.

  The cheers and applause of the warriors around him suddenly turned into screams of horror, for high above, a towering figure raised its golden fist to strike down Julian, the Great Sorcerer.

  Too many things happened too quickly on the battlefield, leaving one almost unable to react. Gilgamesh shot an arrow and then sat down with his eyes closed, starting to take deep breaths, as if it was very exhausting. At this moment, Enkidu suddenly jumped off the chariot, causing a loud thud on the ground, smoke and dust rising everywhere, and then he leaped high into the air.

  What's the point of this great warrior jumping so high? Even if he jumps higher, he won't fly! Looking at the arc of his jump in mid-air, he should land right in front of the charging army formation. Does he want to charge forward with the war chariot army on foot with bare hands?

  The army charged forward, the soldiers were highly tense and focused on the enemy formation in front of them, waiting for the flying arrows and spears. No one would look around or lift their heads to gaze at the sky. Therefore, when En Qi suddenly jumped high into the air, almost none of the Egu soldiers noticed him, and his speed was too fast, his figure was like a fleeting shadow.

  Amon on the chariot saw clearly, he had just caught an arrow that fell from the sky and was looking up at it. As soon as he saw Enkidu's speed and height in the distance, he immediately drew his bow and shot an arrow, using Gilgamesh's arrow. This arrow was not shot into the sky, but directly at the front of the Uruk army's advance, exactly where Enkidu was about to land.

  This arrow, however, did not hit Enkidu, but it also couldn't be considered a miss. The silver arrow shaft was inserted into the ground with a loud noise, and a surge of power overturned the two war chariots that were rushing forward. The soldiers at the front of the Akkadian army let out a cheer, Gilgamesh's previous shot had also overturned the two war chariots at the front of the Akkadian army, now their commander-in-chief returned with an identical arrow, and the situation looked like a stalemate.

  Amon had already shot four arrows, and as the last one left the string, he felt a wave of numbness wash over his entire body, leaving him feeling weak for an instant. This shooting technique was not as easy as eating beans, it was a fusion of willpower and strength, with his spirit and energy stretched tighter than the bowstring. He needed to catch his breath before recovering, but at this moment, Amon's mouth opened wide in shock.

  Amon's last arrow did not hit Enkidu, where did this great warrior go? Just as Amon drew his bow and placed the fourth arrow, Gilgamesh, who was sitting in the distant battlefield, suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, pulled a bow towards the sky and made an action of shooting an arrow.

  His bowstring didn't have real arrows, but rather energy divine techniques condensed into intangible arrows that shot out. The target was actually Enkidu in mid-air! When Enkidu leaped to the highest point of his parabolic trajectory, Gilgamesh's intangible divine arrow struck him in the back. A twisted mass of light burst forth from Enkidu's snake-scale armor, and a massive energy impact silently scattered outward.

  The distorted light and shadow seemed to blend into the background of the sky, and the majestic figure of the great warrior became blurred. He suddenly accelerated and flew rapidly upwards at an angle, instantly appearing in front of Julian, and struck out with a golden fist amidst the distorted light and shadow!

  Gilgamesh's arrow, shot from his bowstring, carried not only the powerful energy of the gods, but also the information of the twisting light that hid his figure, and even the spatial displacement technique that converted energy into speed. A mortal body could hardly withstand this arrow; ordinary people would probably think Gilgamesh was going to kill Enkidu, but the ninth-level warrior, clad in snake-scale armor, withstood the arrow and suddenly appeared before Julian high up in the air.

  No one would have thought that they two actually brought this kind of thing, their coordination is simply indescribable!

  After shooting the silent second arrow, Gilgamesh put down his bow and sat in a chair with his eyes closed, entering a deep state of calm. These two arrows were not easy to shoot, and he needed to catch his breath before recovering. He was no longer concerned about the great battle ahead or Enkidu's words in the sky, as if filled with confidence.

  It was slow to say, but this series of changes happened extremely fast. Julian turned the divine technique array to protect Amun's body shape, feeling wrong just raised his head, Enqi had already arrived. Can't blame him for not being vigilant, who would have thought that a great warrior could fly from the distant enemy formation to the front at such a fast speed?

  An 8th-level Archmage can instantly cast high-level divine magic. As soon as he thinks about it, a piercing whistling sound comes from the air, which is an extremely advanced sonic barrier technique. It's both a powerful defense and a sharp attack. The high-frequency tremors that greet him can shatter boulders into powder, but they cannot stop Enqi's flesh and blood body.

  Enqi's speed didn't slow down at all, his massive fists struck straight ahead, and in the high air, there was a piercing sound like countless crystals being shattered. The Sound Wave Barrier Technique had just been released when it suddenly stopped. Enqi wasn't holding any weapons, his giant shield and broadsword were still on the carriage, and he only wore a pair of very thin golden fist guards.

  Fist wraps are not gloves, the palm of the hand is empty when clenched, only protecting the back of the hand and the outer joints of the fingers. This pair of fist wraps was made from the hardest snake skin on the nine-forked snake head of Hong Ba Ba's back. En Qi shot out a punch at an unbelievable speed in the twisted light and shadow, his fist seemed like a shooting star, and golden light with tail flames was emitted from the fist wraps.

  Julian held the staff in his right hand and took out two scrolls with his left, but it was too late to open them. At such a close distance, almost face-to-face, opening the scrolls would also be attacking himself, which was no different from directly committing suicide. Moreover, opening the scrolls required some time, and for a great divine magician like him, it was not as fast as his own instant divine magic.

  Julian's staff quivered as he operated the Air Element Shield Technique, and the air around him seemed to solidify into a thick, transparent armor. The outer layer was sticky, getting tougher and more tenacious towards the inside, until the innermost layer was as hard as steel. This was the most brilliant elemental defense technique, also the most suitable for use in the empty high sky.

  Right after that, a loud crack was heard, and Julian's staff shattered into several pieces. Another dull thud echoed through the air as the turbulent flow of energy elements exploded, dispersing the body of this great sorcerer into a bloody mist.

  Julian's elemental shield hadn't fully unfolded before it was blown apart by Enqi's single punch, his spellcasting interrupted by a powerful force that brutally cut him off. The staff in his hand was also destroyed. It was almost impossible to describe the might of this one punch, as the elemental shield exploded and Julian's body somehow withstood the impact, instantly turning into a bloody mist in mid-air.

  Amon was in a brief state of weakness, looked up to hear the sharp sonic boom and the explosion of the air element armor, wanted to save Julian but couldn't, could only watch as that ball of blood mist exploded in mid-air. An eighth-level great divine magician, ah, a high and mighty existence on the continent, symbolizing noble status and magical power, was killed with one punch like swatting a fly, is this still human?