The Temple of Uruk is an incredibly intricate structure.
Different from the world Luo Wei Transmigrated from, the world he is in now, this era, is the mythical realm where the gods really exist.
Therefore, people's belief in gods here is not only based on primitive worship of nature, but also an expression of loyalty, fear, and dependence on the gods.
Hence, each generation of Uruk kings, based on their predecessors' work, undertakes the task of renovating and expanding the temple.
In the common understanding of people during this era, humans inherently exist under the rule and protection of gods.
Even Gilgamesh, who scorned the gods, couldn't change this perception; otherwise, there wouldn't be a god festival happening now.
The annual collective sacrifice to the gods can be said to be extremely grand.
However, at this moment, Luo Wei's thoughts are far from these festivities.
After receiving news from the high priest, he swiftly left his room, clutching the slate, navigating the labyrinthine maze of stairs and corridors within the temple.
Only after crossing the complex structure of the temple, arrived at the place where the ceremony was held:
Pantheon.
The main hall dedicated to the gods.
Constructed from massive, naturally formed stones, with spiraling pillars that resemble the ones the god of creation might have hewn from the earth to uphold the world at the beginning of the formation of heaven and earth.
Stone statues of the gods encircle the temple, with Anu, the god king symbolizing the heavens, at its heart.
In front of the God King's statue, the old man in a linen robe saw Luo Wei entering through the side door, and couldn't help but nodded:
"Luo Wei, thank you for your hard work."
The old man repeated his gratitude, clearly pleased by his positive arrival..
"This is my duty," Luo Wei replied with a smile, his gaze sweeping the surroundings.
The temple's priests were already present, seated before the statues of the gods they revered.
This seating arrangement was customary for the annual festival.
The old man, standing in front of the statue of the god king held the role of the god king's enshrinement, but at the same time, he is also the host of this annual festival of the gods.
Of course, this year is not hosted by him but by Luo Wei——
The heir appointed by the old man himself will preside over the sacrificial ceremony.
"Everyone, please lend your support this time," the old man addressed the priests, "This is the first time Luo Wei has held such a big ceremony. I hope everyone can help him."
"Don't worry, High Priest, we will actively cooperate with Priest Luo Wei." The priests responded.
This group of people who have dedicated their lives to worshiping the gods are no longer young.
They all had good intentions towards Luo Wei and were even envious of the high priest for having such a qualified heir.
It's just that now is not the time for small talk, and everyone didn't say much.
"The king has arrived!" Someone shouted outside the door.
The priests were immediately solemn and silent.
The high priest stepped aside, relinquishing his position in front of the God King's statue to Luo Wei.
Above the temple's vaulted ceiling, beams of light descended, resembling golden specks and reflecting the colors of the morning sun.
Luo Wei stood up straight.
He had already donned the sacrificial linen on his way to the temple.
Holding the slate, he fixed his gaze on the open door, his expression serious and immobile, tinged with a hint of nervousness.
In everyone's eyes, this reaction was only natural.
After all, although this wasn't his first time leading a sacrifice, it was the first time he had taken charge of such an expansive ceremony.
To claim he wasn't nervous would be a falsehood, so no one paid much attention to it.
It's just that, in fact, Luo Wei's nervousness is not quite what others think.
What he was thinking about was how to maximize the anger of the coming king, Gilgamesh, so as to achieve his goal.
Just then, a voice resonated from outside the temple doors.
The grand procession began.
First, the Servants, who had been diligently preparing, entered one by one.
A soft wool carpet was unfurled, treasures were presented, and an exotic flower was offered to the god's statue.
Finally, the Lord himself, Gilgamesh, made his entrance.
"Hmph, is this the so-called Gods Festival?
It is so luxurious, but given to a group of bastards who only dare to peep in the sky, it is really a scene that makes this king particularly angry!"
A tone that was very familiar to the people of Uruk echoed in the temple.
It seems that even on this occasion, the king was not able to restrain himself a little...
Standing by Luo Wei's side, the high priest, who only regarded himself as an accompanying sacrifice, sighed in his heart, and also put the hope of Uruk and its connection to the gods on the young man's shoulders.
It had to be acknowledged that compared to Gilgamesh, obviously, many of Luo Wei's actions are not very respectful to the gods.
But compared to Gilgamesh, why is it so moving?
The old man suddenly finally figured out why he valued Luo Wei so much.
On the contrary, Luo Wei didn't think about it that much
He walked past the rare treasures that had been offered moments ago, his gaze fixed on the entrance.
A towering figure, surrounded by countless attendants, entered the temple.
Just as he had seen before, Gilgamesh possessed golden-hued, short-cropped hair, a face sculpted like art, and vermilion eyes reflecting serpent-like pupils.
He wore attire typical of the era—garments akin to long skirts covering the lower body while leaving the upper torso exposed.
His muscles and skin, like chiseled rock, were adorned with red markings, shining as brightly as the gods.
Although his brutal character has long been known to the people of Uruk.
But they also have to admit that Gilgamesh does have the posture of being a king.
The arrogant king just strode forward, surrounded by the crowd, facing the many statues representing the gods, he still didn't have the slightest intention to restrain himself.
Instead, he took a different look at Luo Wei, who stood before the statue of the God-king Anu.
"Is there a new high priest this year? Well, that's an improvement over the old stubborn one. I hope you can give me a somewhat different performance, Mongrel!"
Ah, that familiar word..
The King's brashness was palpable.
Typically, at such a moment, one should remain silent, avoiding any behavior that might trigger the volatile temper of the Uruk king.
Well..that's how most Uruk would respond.
But unfortunately, Luo Wei, who wants to die, is not a normal person.
Although it was not yet time to hand over the slate in his hand to the other party, for him, this was also the best time to anger this guy.
If he wanted to stoke the fires of fury, it couldn't be achieved all at once.
So, he decided to leave a sufficiently negative first impression on him.
And now is a good time.
"Believe me, you will 'enjoy' it very much."
He responded with a smile, and his voice echoed in the temple.
It seemed peaceful, but it seemed to have some deeper meaning behind it.
"Mongrel, did I allow you to speak?"
Gilgamesh's red pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly sneered.
Many priests, servants, and guards nearby were also stunned at the same time.
No one expected that Luo We would respond to such a casual remark from the king.
If Gilgamesh were provoked...the consequences would be unimaginable!
But to everyone's surprise, although the king of Uruk had a sneer on his face, he did not show the feeling of being furious...
'This young priest seems really interesting.'
He can't wait for something bad to happen to this so-called sacrifice!