Clearly, his inner world was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.
Anger had affected his physical and mental health.
After a sudden change in the atmosphere of Uruk.
Yi Lin forcibly suppressed the doubts in his heart.
He decided to cope with the upcoming situation first.
King Gilgamesh was not particularly tall, but clothed in golden armor and with his soft, fluffy hair adding an extra centimeter to his height along with his cool demeanor, he seemed slightly imposing. Everyone held their breath, and when the glittering King Gilgamesh threw the bloody Ginger head on the ground, the Uruk civilians knelt down one after another.
"King!"
"King!"
"King!"
"King..."
Tens of thousands of Uruk civilians knelt on the ground, shouting the title of King.
