In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Wait, a miracle?

Finally, someone realized what was happening and turned their gaze to the priests and priestesses on the altar.

Could it be that this really is...?

"This is a blessing from the goddess Venus!" someone shouted.

"Yes, that's right. Besides a goddess, who else could do something like that?"

"The merciful goddess not only did not punish our disrespect, but also bestowed blessings upon us!"

"By the goddess!"

The square instantly became incredibly noisy, with one figure after another kneeling on the ground, praising the goddess Venus devoutly.

People wept uncontrollably. No one had expected that the supposedly willful and capricious goddess was actually such a kind and loving deity. Thinking back to how disrespectful they had been to the deity, everyone felt a deep sense of shame.

Although Ishtar has always had a bad reputation, very few people have actually met her; most people's impressions of her come from rumors circulating in the public.

However, under the current circumstances, those rumors instantly fell apart.

Who says goddesses are petty and capricious? They're clearly tolerant and gentle goddesses!

Instead of punishing everyone for their disrespect, He generously bestowed divine grace upon them, healing their bodies.

Even if you count all the gods, there are very few who have such a benevolent heart!

Many people secretly vowed that anyone who dared to speak ill of the goddess would definitely suffer the consequences!

Praise be to the goddess!

Praise be to the goddess!

Cheers erupted like a tsunami. Siduri, standing on the high platform, looked at the kneeling crowd below, completely dumbfounded.

As the chief priestess, she was certain that there was no precedent for the goddess of Venus, Ishtar, to bestow blessings.

Often, all that goddess brought was disaster and terror.

Moreover, this thing...

She reached out and caught a ray of starlight that was slowly falling, watching it disappear into her body.

Although the form was different, she was certain that she had seen this thing before.

These starlight emanated the same aura as the black and white spear in the hands of that otherworldly King Arthur.

"So, this is your plan..."

Siduli raised her head and looked at the tall tower that stood in the center of the city.

"Hahahaha, interesting, very interesting!"

Gilgamesh let out his signature demonic laugh, his crimson serpent eyes gleaming with delight: "Even I didn't expect you to come up with such a method. Interesting, very interesting!"

"It's nothing, just a little trick," Yanan said calmly.

This was something he had wanted to do from the beginning, and now he had a good opportunity.

“However, this shouldn’t be something you can do alone, right?” Gilgamesh said thoughtfully after laughing.

As a king with the ability to see a thousand miles, he keenly noticed some small details that ordinary people could hardly see.

Yanan nodded frankly: "I was only responsible for providing the Black Abyss White Flowers. The one who was really in charge of operating this 'ritual' was actually my queen."

No one knows to what extent Morgan's magical skills have improved during the thirteen years that Yanan has been gone.

In just two days, she had transformed the area around the temple into her magic workshop, which is why she was able to manipulate the Black Abyss White Flower to bestow such a wide range of blessings.

At the current rate of efficiency, it should be enough to transform the entire city of Uruk into a [temple] before the final battle.

In this way, their chances of winning in the final battle will be greatly increased.

Chapter Eight: Sounding the Horn of the Counterattack

In the days before the gods disappeared, sacrifices were a very important part of the Uruk people's lives.

After all, they originally lived in a world with gods, and more importantly, most of the gods in this world had bad tempers.

However, with the passing of the Age of Gods, the gods gradually distanced themselves from the mortal world and stopped responding to people's prayers.

Over time, this tradition was gradually forgotten.

Even in the current shrines, most priests and priestesses have forgotten the normal ritual procedures. As for the old priests who still retain ritual experience, they have basically all died from the backlash during the process of summoning the goddess of Venus, Ishtar.

Without Siduri's help, it's hard to say whether the ritual could have proceeded normally.

If even the high priests are like this, then the ordinary people below are even more so.

For many people, ancestor worship is a distant memory.

They were once filled with fear and anxiety because they could not get a response from the gods, and even thought that Uruk would soon be in great trouble after losing the protection of the gods.

However, after all these years, Uruk still exists. Even without the gods, their lives remain the same, neither better nor worse. Everything is exactly the same as before.

Gradually, people began to get used to this situation.

Therefore, although it was unclear why the sacrificial temple would suddenly resume the rituals that had been interrupted for so many years, people never expected the rituals to have any effect from the beginning.

Not to mention that the object of this sacrifice is the infamous goddess Venus.

Even though they knew that the goddess Venus had returned to the world, in this decades-long atheistic era, people's awe and piety towards the gods had long been worn away.

They came here simply to watch the spectacle and out of respect for the chief priest, Siduri.

But when this shower of gold, like diamonds, fell, everyone went wild.

No one could have imagined that this ritual would actually attract the attention of the gods!

Decades later, the gods actually responded to them again!

He even personally bestowed blessings upon them!

This is something that is completely unbelievable to everyone.

In fact, it wasn't just them; even the priests and priestesses on the stage were completely bewildered at this moment.

How come the ritual suddenly became effective out of nowhere?

"High Priestess, is this really... a blessing from the goddess?" a young priestess asked Siduri cautiously.

Siduri paused for a moment, then coughed twice and said seriously, "This is of course the blessing of the goddess. Who else but the great goddess of Venus could bestow such a miracle?"

The surrounding priestesses and priests breathed a sigh of relief and bowed their heads reverently: "Praise be to the goddess!"

"Praise the goddess."

Siduri also lowered her head, a helpless smile playing on her lips.

She knew, of course, that this was not a blessing from a goddess, but rather the work of a king from another world.

But under these circumstances, she absolutely could not admit it.

This will not only severely damage public confidence, but also ruin the king's plans.

Siduri raised her head and looked down at the people kneeling on the ground praying devoutly. The helplessness on her face gradually turned into relief.

Regardless of the facts, it is always a good thing to give people new hope during such a dark period.

That king truly deserves the respect even King Gilgamesh admired.

Siduri sighed silently in her heart.

Although Siduri had foreseen that the ritual would have a very large impact, it turned out that her conjecture was too conservative.

"You mean... these are all tributes sent by the people?"

In the evening, Siduri looked at the large boxes piled up in the temple with disbelief on her face.

The young priestess beside her nodded: "Yes, these are all offerings from the people to the goddess Venus. There are eight boxes in total: four boxes of grain, two boxes of fruit, one box of flowers and herbs, and one box of gems."

Siduri stepped forward and casually scooped a handful of gems from one of the boxes.

These gems are certainly not as high quality as those in Gilgamesh's treasury, but they are not commonplace either. Some have even been polished, showing that some thought was put into their selection.

If the goddess saw these gems, she would surely go mad... Siduri thought silently to herself, a bitter smile creeping onto her face.

She put the jewels back and nodded to the priestess: "Put these offerings in the storeroom, and then..."

"Hmph, so many offerings? That shameful goddess is really lucky."

Gilgamesh and Anan walked in through the gate. Gilgamesh glanced at the neatly stacked boxes and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Your Majesty? What brings you here?"

Siduri waved away the witch beside her and strode toward Gilgamesh.

"I, the king, have come to inspect today's results."

Gilgamesh circled the boxes containing the offerings twice, then shook his head: "The thought that that shameful goddess could receive so many offerings without doing anything really annoys me."

"Your Majesty, what are you planning to do..." Siduri suddenly had a bad feeling.

As if to confirm her conjecture, Gilgamesh suddenly waved his hand, and a huge golden ripple appeared out of thin air, swallowing all the boxes containing grain and fruit.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?!" Siduri's eyes widened instantly.

"Don't make a fuss. Anyway, that shameful goddess doesn't need to eat. It's a waste to leave these things to her." Gilgamesh said calmly. "My soldiers are fighting a bloody battle on the front lines. These supplies are exactly what they need most."

“But isn’t this a bit…” Siduri’s face was full of helplessness.

"Am I the kind of person who would take other people's things for free?" Gilgamesh snorted, and opened the Royal Treasury again. Countless gems flowed out from the golden ripples like a waterfall, quickly piling up into a small mountain on the ground.

"Consider this grain as something I purchased. You won't have any objections now, will you?" he said, glancing sideways at Siduri.

Siduri breathed a sigh of relief and gave Gilgamesh a slight bow: "Of course, Your Majesty, thank you for your mercy."

"From now on, all the grain sent by the people should be sent to the front lines, understand?" Gilgamesh said calmly.

“Yes.” Siduri nodded.

"It seems that this sacrificial ceremony was a great success, and the people's faith in the goddess Venus is gradually being restored," Yanan said, nodding slightly as he looked at the gems in the box.

“It’s all thanks to you.” Siduri gave a slight bow to Anahn.

"No need for formalities," Yanan waved his hand. "Let's take advantage of the perfect opportunity and begin preparing for the next sacrifice."