Chapter 36: Arrival of the World's Lament!

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Update Time: 2019-05-26 16:24:30

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"Your Royal Highnesses..." A witch in a black and blue wizard's robe trembled beside them, tears streaming down her face. "How could you leave so soon? I still wanted to serve you for another hundred years..."

Medea smiled gently, looking at the young girl, Lilith, beside her. "Lilith, as the next crown princess of the kingdom, you should not cry. Birth, old age, sickness, and death are the natural course of life."

Medea, perfectly tall and slender, stood before the colossal statue of the God of Wisdom, clad in a mysterious black wizard's robe with azure stripes.

"Great God of Wisdom, we have, in the end, failed your expectations. We, these dull mortals, still could not take that final step, could not comprehend the ultimate mystical alchemy of life, nor unlock the gate of divine truth..."

"O Thrice-Great Hermes, we have failed."

Beside her, Cassandra's gentle face also showed a faint, sorrowful smile.

She looked slightly upwards, the soft sunlight falling upon her exquisite face as she gazed at the sky. "Our time is almost up. The three witches whom you taught knowledge all those years ago have, after long ages, gone their separate ways. Circe, she too must be nearing her end, I suppose? It's just a pity that we are worlds apart and cannot meet again."

At that moment, a royal guard approached from a distance and handed over a piece of animal hide.

Medea was slightly moved. She took the hide, glanced at it, and let out a smile of wistful relief. "The three of us, who fought our whole lives, Circe still couldn't forget us. She's written to us."

"Circe..."

Cassandra's expression was also complex as she looked at the words on the animal hide, as if seeing the face and hearing the voice of another woman, recalling centuries of shared time.

"Are you, too, facing your demise?"

Outside the Temple of Wisdom on the Flat Stone Plaza, in the Royal Palace of Babylon.

"The three immortal great kings are also about to fall!"

Countless citizens gathered outside the palace, wailing and prostrating themselves, unable to suppress their sorrow and crying out loud.

On this day, the entire nation mourned.

The people of Babylon knew that their two great guardian goddesses were nearing the end of their lives. Every household began to hang white mourning cloth and sing Babylon's dirges and folk songs.

In the streets, groups of children sang nursery rhymes.

The songs recounted the life stories of the three great witch-gods... Perhaps their combat strength never reached the heights of Gilgamesh, but in the hearts of the people, their greatness and achievements already rivaled those of deities.

They were the celestial beings of humanity!

Medea, the War Witch, who presided over chaotic warfare and glory.Cassandra, the Spring Witch, who oversaw arcane medicine and herding.And Circe, the Curse Witch, who had gone rogue and presided over chaotic sexuality and curses.

No matter how many sins Circe might have committed, people could not erase the great deeds she had once accomplished. What a pity that even as she silently awaited her demise in an unknown corner, the witch Circe stubbornly refused to return to her homeland to see her two dearest friends, only sending a letter.

"Even if Witch Circe were to return and stand upon the Royal Palace of Babylon, sitting on the throne alongside the other two witches... at this final moment, no one in the Babylonian Kingdom would raise a hand against her. Her glory is sufficient to bear all things!"

Countless citizens fell silent, filled with profound emotion.

Witch Circe was also a great pioneer, a magnificent trailblazer of civilization. Even though many in the Babylonian Kingdom harbored resentment towards her, in the end, it was difficult to summon outright hostility towards her.

Her merits outweighed her faults.

The three witches rose from primitive times.

It was the three witches who, amidst the countless deaths of women in the tribes, bathed in blood and stepped forward. Together, they protected the entire weak tribe of that era.

It was also the three witches who, during the most critical period of tribal development, stepped forward and bravely fought the Bubcock Beast, risking their lives. In the struggle between life and death, they attained enlightenment, pioneering witchcraft with an invincible stance, using the War Hammer of Qi to slay the Bubcock Beast, thus reaching a new realm.

It was still the three witches who established the tiers of wizardry, researching the rudiments of meditation, witchcraft, and alchemy, passing down books such as "Elementary Meditation and Introduction to Wizardry" and "The Witch's Gate of Truth," benefiting the world and initiating civilization.

It was still the three witches who once led the Babylonian tribe to conquer the great Biturkingil forest, clearing out powerful beast species to provide them with a peaceful environment, allowing them to establish a kingdom in that plain.

The splendor and achievements left by the three guardian goddesses of Babylon throughout their lives were simply too numerous to count.

The three of them pioneered the entire age of wizardry, leading humanity to rise from obscurity, fighting nature for life, giant beasts for survival, and their own bodies for longevity.

Some even constantly compared the three witches of the Babylonian era to the Sumerian hero-king, Gilgamesh, still believing them to be no less remarkable than the former hero-king.

Yet, these very same three witches were also heading towards the end of their lives.

"You don't need to cry for us."

"Birth, old age, sickness, and death are unavoidable for humans, and we too cannot avoid them. After we two are gone, Babylon, without our protection, must strive forward on its own."

Suddenly, the two witches smiled and exchanged glances.

They suddenly looked up, standing on the Flat Stone Plaza, paying respects to the magnificent statue of Hermes. Clear tears slowly fell from their beautiful faces as they gazed at the boundless azure sky.

"If only we could see the Thrice-Great God of Wisdom one more time before we die, then we would have no regrets."

"We two have failed the Great God's expectations. We are dull and have not comprehended the alchemy of life. We come to offer our apologies."

"God, would you be willing to see us one more time? We are at our end, and we do not come to slay a god."

Xu Zhi sat on a chair by the door, silently eating his packed meal.

"You have done well enough. Your talents are extraordinary; you are peerless geniuses, capable of great feats, pioneering the path of cultivation for civilization through your own efforts. You are not dull," he sighed.

Eating the carrots in his lunchbox, even the delicious, lovingly prepared food that the girl usually made for him felt somewhat difficult to swallow.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to cultivate now. Compared to you, I am the truly dull one... At your end, you should not depart with regret and self-blame, thinking yourselves foolish, unable to understand the wisdom of a god."

Humans are not plants; how can they be emotionless? In the past, Gilgamesh, who was nearing his end, and today's three witches—all great heroes, kings with immense personal charisma—were inevitably heading towards the end of their lives, fading into the dust of history.

Even though they had all once shone brightly, having glorious years and leaving a profound mark on the ancient history of humanity's struggle with nature, the inevitability of death was inescapable. Xu Zhi himself was also severely troubled by the aging of life.

Even though it was the second time, Xu Zhi still felt a certain sadness.

But for the two individuals before him to hope for Xu Zhi's reappearance, for one last meeting, was somewhat unrealistic.

Because he was not currently the Wisdom Giant, capable of directly descending into the sandbox.

For the God of Wisdom, Hermes, to appear, he would need to shut down the game sandbox, enter the game, re-evolve spore creatures, and would require at least half a day's buffer to become a new, peculiar species and enter the great sandbox world.

"Since I cannot meet you before your demise..."

Xu Zhi sighed, silently putting down his bento.

—Ultimately, he wanted to do something for them.

"Intelligent AI, temporarily slow down their time flow, revert to one-to-one."

He stood up, picked up a watering can nearby, into which he dripped red rose essential oil, making the liquid in the entire can a faint crimson.

He held the watering can and sprayed it towards that area from a distance:

"I declare: At the demise of the three witches, a magnificent rain of blood shall descend from the heavens, its fragrance permeating for ten thousand miles! Heaven and Earth shall weep for them!"

Boom!

A resonant voice pierced the sky.

The voice of God, vast and magnificent, cut through the white clouds, falling into endless mountains, plunging into vast fields, descending upon the entire sandbox world, echoing within the Royal Palace of Babylon.

"This is!?"

"A miracle!"

"It is the voice of the Great God of Wisdom, Hermes!"

Medea's aged face was wet with tears as she listened to the voice resounding across the entire land.

Rustle... rustle...

Suddenly, a fragrant, crimson rain descended from the sky, vast and mighty, sprinkling every corner of the earth, carrying a faint, clear fragrance, as if the whole world was immersed in an ocean of flowers.

"What a fragrant rain."

Medea and Cassandra exchanged glances.

The rain fell upon their soft faces, revealing gentle, blissful, exquisite smiles. "How beautiful, truly beautiful. The God of Wisdom has used his divine power to create all this for us..."

In the courtyard, Xu Zhi broke off another fresh flower from beside the courtyard.

He picked up a knife and carved the two women's names onto the stem of the flower.

His strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, even reaching the muscular limit of weightlifters. After cultivating as a wizard, his mental control was powerful, allowing him to easily engrave miniature designs on flower stems.

He gently flicked his hand.

That pink flower, like a sharp sword, crossed a distance of over ten meters, shooting straight into the miniature Flat Stone Plaza of the distant palace in the sandbox.

"I declare: At the demise of the three witches, a monumental floral stele shall descend from the heavens, a hundred meters tall! Heaven and Earth shall commemorate them!"

A resonant and vast voice descended once again from the white cloudy sky.

Immediately after, an enormous, terrifying flower, a hundred meters tall, even comparable to the magnificent Royal Palace of Babylon, fell from the edge of the endless white clouds, plunging straight into the plaza, shaking the entire ground.

"What an incredibly colossal flower."

Countless new witches looked up, awestruck, sighing at the beauty of this giant flower. Carved on its stem were the names of the two legendary witches.

Medea, Cassandra—they too were women who loved beauty. The fragrant blood rain and the colossal floral monument were seeing them off. These two divine signs were utterly romantic. "God of Wisdom, we would willingly serve you our entire lives, but we two are already nearing our demise..."

Xu Zhi sighed softly, silently, as if bidding farewell to old friends, seeing them off on their final journey.

"I cannot save you two from death. Only you can save yourselves. This is the only thing I can do now, just as I fulfilled Gilgamesh's wishes and answered his three questions before his death."

He took out his phone, opened the music player, and started playing Beethoven's Symphony No. 5, letting it resound throughout the entire sandbox. "I can only try my best to ensure that you die without regrets."

"I declare: At the demise of the three witches, a divine melody shall play, a dirge echoing for ten thousand miles! Heaven and Earth shall grieve for them!"

The sky trembled.

The clouds began to vibrate and expand, spreading out in ripples.

Boom!

A melodious sound, accompanied by bright sunlight, thoroughly resounded throughout the vast world.

"This is music from heaven!"

"What a beautiful melody, flowing down like a celestial river!"

As a world-renowned composition from Earth, Beethoven's Symphony No. 5 was incredibly moving.

That glorious and magnificent dirge, vast as a flowing river, descended from the sky, seemingly allowing the countless people of the Babylonian Kingdom below to hear a divine melody, a struggle against fate that ultimately concluded with the complete triumph of light.