Chapter 310: So-called Real and Fake

Legacy of the Medical Saint

Day after day, more and more people from over a dozen cities came, drawn by the stories. They became the most devoted listeners, captivated by the immersive and shocking tales.

At this point, the story had progressed to the second era, detailing how the Hero King, with the full might of his kingdom, lured the Beast of Wisdom.

"As expected of the Hero King! The history of humanity's struggle against nature is a history of courage and hymns!"

"How audacious! To attempt to seize the power and civilization of the Beast of Wisdom! Did they succeed in the end?"

"Modern humans are so intelligent; they must have succeeded!"

People whispered continuously, filled with a sense of pride.

But what followed shattered all their assumptions: the Beast of Wisdom, that immense giant, was none other than the legendary Creator God.

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

This twist was too terrifying for them. Even Sheila, who was standing nearby holding a tray, froze, dropping the tray to the floor with a sharp clatter. Yet, the entire bar remained silent.

The Beast of Wisdom was the Creator God??

Gilgamesh was raising his sword against the Creator God?

Was this the reason for the destruction of Sumerian civilization?

Some faces were horrified, instantly connecting this to the future. One wrong step led to many, and the brilliant splendor of Sumerian civilization, a fleeting glory, might have been due to this true historical text!

"That was the Creator God... but back then, no one recognized this concept! They only considered it a wise beast. Gilgamesh initially thought it was just a Beast of Wisdom, no wonder what happened next... This is terrifying!"

The true history of Sumerian civilization unfolded, shaking everyone's hearts.

"Gilgamesh was a proud man. When he learned the truth and understood it was the Creator God, he was somewhat broken, but he still refused to bow his head."

Xu Zhi spoke calmly, his eyes reflecting emotion as if recalling that era, and the Hero King's challenge to him. "In his time, he asked three questions..."

Suddenly, a cold snort echoed.

"You, bard! For the sake of your bar's business, you're fabricating lies, slandering the ancient Hero King, and spreading rumors that our ancestors defied the Creator God in ancient times!?"

A handsome man with red hair and a black robe stepped forward. He gazed at Xu Zhi, his eyes wine-red, a faint, ethereal blue mist swirling around him.

"It's Yuke, the Rock-Fire Man!"

Someone in the crowd involuntarily exclaimed, recognizing him with shock.

People gulped repeatedly. This was Yuke, a legendary powerhouse, a quasi-Great Emperor at the peak of the sixth stage. Why was he suddenly here instead of on the front lines?

Whether they believed it or not, and despite its veracity needing consideration, they were indeed deeply absorbed. Moreover, some events perfectly aligned with certain historical records.

But Yuke, a legendary figure, was rigid and hated evil. This bar owner, Messiah, was in trouble. Perhaps they wouldn't hear the rest of the story...

Yuke surveyed his surroundings. "When we strong ones aren't in the rear, all sorts of commoners, demons, and charlatans sneak out... Just a few months ago, a saintess holding a Holy Book of Light was authenticated, and she was indeed real. But now, another 'Monarch Great Emperor Messiah' has appeared? Spouting nonsense? Disturbing the peace?"

He had listened to a part of the story.

At first, he was as mesmerized as everyone else, but gradually, the more he heard, the more it shocked his mind, making him unwilling to imagine this was the truth!

Was this the truth of the Great Flood?

He didn't believe it. No one knew the oldest Sumerian myths anymore, not even the current Demon God or Underworld God.

This bard was spreading rumors, seeking sensation.

"I won't kill you, but claiming to be the revered Ancient Great Emperor Messiah and fabricating history means you deserve a good beating." Dark blue electric arcs flashed around him, his eyes shining like stars as he swiftly lunged forward.

Xu Zhi merely glanced at him indifferently and continued, "Although the Sumerian era was a time dominated by one figure, it was precisely because the Hero King was so brilliant that the other two Hero Kings were overlooked. They survived by consuming the Blood of Power, and their demeanor was no less splendid than any current Monarch Great Emperor... In their final moments, they also displayed admirable courage."

As Xu Zhi finished speaking, he extended his hand, and a hazy figure appeared before them.

"To war!"

A voice rang out, and the figure of a bronze-skinned woman, as beautiful as a sun god, emerged.

Everyone's faces were awe-struck. What kind of person was this? Just standing there, she exuded a terrifying, wild aura, like a warrior king of the grasslands, embodying an unstoppable resolve.

"History will remember this great moment! In the 175th year of the Sumerian Dynasty, the Sumerians shall slay the Beast of Wisdom and return, having drunk the Blood of Immortality!"

She roared!

Riding a giant beast, leading a mighty army, she marched into the distance.

Yuke's expression changed. He felt an immense pressure, an boundless army morale. Her tone seemed to dominate the world, giving him an indescribable sense of heroism. His whole body trembled, as if submitting to a king, filled with a desire to join her in battle. This was charisma.

"This is Ishtar, the Queen of the Plains, from the era of the Three Sumerian Kings?"

Everyone was stunned.

What was an aura? This was an aura!

That figure radiated a burning determination, mixed with a sorrowful, unwilling resolve that made people want to lament.

At this moment, an even more astonishing figure appeared: an elegant man holding a staff, his form hazy, his back to the crowd. "Without kindness and righteousness, we are no different from beasts. Kill me!"

The desolation in his words instantly filled their hearts.

"This... is a recreation of history?!"

Yuke's eyes widened. He watched it all in disbelief, at a loss for words. Both figures before him were extraordinarily exceptional, radiating an unexplainably terrifying presence.

They were all heroes, all destined individuals. He had seen similar temperaments in ancient Monarch Great Emperors, but now... one wild, one refined...

"Now, let history record the courage of this moment."

The next moment, an even more terrifying scene unfolded: a robust figure, entirely cloaked in white, slowly crouched, then leaped up, longsword in hand, charging towards the colossal giant that pierced the clouds.

Lightning illuminated his form, imprinting it into an eternal legend millions of years later.

Dominating the world, all beings bowed. What unparalleled grandeur was this?

The Hero King, Gilgamesh!

In that story, he was instantly recognized as the legendary strongest Hero King.

"How is this possible..."

"He recreated history?"

Seeing this, Yuke felt suffocated, enveloped by an indescribable fear.

He saw the three hazy figures, feeling as if he had returned to his youth, a weak ordinary person witnessing unparalleled power, left with nothing but awe and admiration.

Fabricated history wouldn't feature such realistic characters. Were these stories truly just stories?

Yuke was filled with doubt and looked at the bard, completely lost. He was confused by the cruel true history, and by this man who seemed to know all ages.

He couldn't help but ask, "Is all of this truly not a figment of your imagination, but actually real?"

"If they weren't real people, how could I imitate their aura?" Xu Zhi's expression grew calm. Suddenly, he extended a hand. "Very well, let me show you a true ancient Hero King."

Xu Zhi took out an exquisite wizard's staff and held it.

As everyone in the bar watched with a mix of shock and confusion, he calmly uttered a few words:

"Rose Lycoris!"

Instantly, sharp thorns sprouted from the void, black roses emerged, and the world transformed into night!

An ancient, towering figure slowly emerged. Holding the Holy Sword of Humanity, he looked like a god as he swung it fiercely at Yuke.

The next second, the sword fell.

What a magnificent strike it was.

At that moment, the wind ceased, the rain stilled, the leaves no longer rustled, and people fell silent instantly, as if the world's sounds had vanished. Even gods held their breath, closing their eyes for a moment.