In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

"Hey! Another strange figure has appeared out of the ground! Everyone, come over here!"

"No, we must find Lady Ishtar quickly! We're having a hard time dealing with those monsters—wait! Something seems off this time?"

Because the entire city was under martial law, Nitocris was immediately noticed by the surrounding soldiers when she emerged from underground. To be on the safe side, they immediately called for their companions, which startled Nitocris.

"A monster?! Where? Where?!"

Upon hearing that a monster had emerged from the ground, Nitocris's expression immediately turned serious. She hurriedly looked around, until she suddenly realized that the soldiers surrounding her seemed to be coming for her. Only then did she realize that she was the suspicious person they were talking about.

"Disrespectful! Utterly disrespectful! This is utterly disrespectful! Do I look like a monster? You mortals are so opportunistic!"

She spoke loudly and authoritatively, leaning on the golden scepter in her hand, and the aura of the underworld emanating from her body caused those who surrounded her to take a few steps back.

Because these humans had never seen Ereshkigal or Nitocris before, even after recognizing that the newcomer was human and not Rahmu, they did not immediately leave, but continued to watch her warily.

Then, a blue, trailing meteor fell from the sky towards them.

Accompanied by a—

A loud "bang!" rang out, and a cloud of yellowish dust rose up in front of everyone, obscuring Nitocris's figure. Then, a haughty and familiar female voice came from within.

"So it was you who summoned this goddess, right? Hurry up and tell me, where are those disgusting monsters?"

Ishtar, dressed lightly, jumped off Maana and appeared in the dust with a look of disgust, constantly complaining about the harsh environment, completely unaware that it was caused by her earlier actions.

until--

“Ishtar, you still don’t understand the dignity and etiquette of a goddess. It seems you haven’t had enough of the punishment in the underworld.”

As a familiar sound came from the smoke and dust, Ishtar, who had been looking arrogant, suddenly shuddered and involuntarily shrank her neck.

Chapter 296 Noise

"Huh! Isn't that Lady Ishtar? And it seems like there's someone else with her."

"Is it Rahmu?"

"No, I've seen that one before. I saw that beautiful goddess when I was captured and taken to the underworld not long ago. She is the gatekeeper of the underworld."

"I see... But what are they doing over there?"

"Isn't it obvious? The goddess of the underworld has already knocked Lady Ishtar to the ground and is preparing to take her back to the underworld to train her into—!"

"What's the point of having such a vivid imagination?"

Before the man could finish speaking, he was kicked to the ground by the priest of Ishtar who was standing to the side.

Because of the city-wide martial law, Nitocris was surrounded as soon as she crawled out of the ground, which also attracted Ishtar. However, after the soldiers realized that it was just a misunderstanding, they all stepped back and had no intention of getting involved in the dispute between the goddesses.

However, watching a spectacle is human nature, even in Uruk, which has existed for thousands of years. So they stood in a row in perfect unison, transforming into a battle between goddesses that was rarely seen by the bloodthirsty audience.

However, unlike the earth-shattering battle between Ishtar, Enkidu, and Gilgamesh decades ago, this battle between the two goddesses is less a fierce battle between gods in mythology and more like a fight between women, with Ishtar seemingly being completely suppressed.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Don't pull my hair! You annoying, gloomy goddess!"

"You have the nerve to call me the Gloomy Goddess?"

Nitocris frowned, grabbing Ishtar's long hair with some annoyance. Ishtar cried out in pain as Nitocris continued, "I am the chosen one of Anubis, the gatekeeper of the underworld, and also the representative of Horus, the god of the sky. Now I am also the agent of Ereshkigal. Nitocris Alter is the goddess who wields justice and judgment."

"You grab my hair the moment we meet? What kind of just goddess are you? Let me go and we'll fight! And let go of my noble hair right now, or I'll take this as a provocation against me, the supreme god. You third-rate hybrid goddess, crowdfunded!"

Ishtar clutched her hair and said in pain.

"..."

Nitocris released Ishtar's long hair at this moment, and said somewhat angrily, "Supreme God? You mean Inanna? You, a derelict goddess who couldn't even protect the people she was meant to protect, and could only watch them disappear into the river of history, have the right to call yourself the Supreme God? Guess why you are Ishtar now, and not Inanna?"

(Quetzalcoatl: It felt like an arrow had suddenly struck my knee.)

"Damn it, I can't find a single reason to refute you! Ugh! You monstrous goddess, fine! I won't stoop to your level. You didn't come here just to argue with me, did you? Are you here to teach me a lesson on behalf of my sister, that gloomy goddess? Or are you just jealous of my beauty and wealth... I get it!"

"You don't understand anything at all!"

Stunned by this guy's imagination, Nitocris frowned, wishing she could just punch Ishtar's not-so-bright little head off. At that moment, Ishtar stretched out her hand, intending to grab Nitocris's fist, but Nitocris grabbed it back, and the two of them began to wrestle fiercely.

The air itself felt scorching.

However, Ishtar's tendency to mess things up soon came into play. Because of the huge crater she created around the ground when she landed, her foot was accidentally tripped and slipped slightly, giving Nitocris an opportunity.

She first turned around, then took the opportunity to get behind Ishtar, and then stretched out her arms to hug Ishtar's lower abdomen, wrapping them around her waist. With a sudden burst of strength, she used a standard Egyptian fighting technique to throw Ishtar directly to the ground with a "thud!" Ishtar felt as if her bones had been shattered.

"Wow..."

Pinned to the ground, the outcome was decided, and Ishtar, who had become accustomed to being humiliated, let out a pitiful cry.

Nitocris reached out and pressed her shoulder, then mocked, "Do you still have even a trace of the supreme god in your current state? Ishtar, I see not a single divine quality in you. Likewise, you who have only attained this position because of favor are not worthy of being compared to Ereshkigal. You are more like a wild god than I am."

"Damn it, it's not a wild god!"

Ishtar was furious and tried to get up, but as soon as she stood up, she felt a sharp, aching pain as if all the bones in her body had been broken, and she screamed in pain.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! This is so unfair!"

Ishtar rubbed her lower back and glared angrily at Nitocris, saying, "Not only do you bear the burden of divinity, but you also possess the divinity of Ereshkigal. Because of what happened in the Underworld last time, you tampered with my body, preventing me from attacking Ereshkigal. Otherwise, you would be no match for me. If you have the guts, wait until I'm no longer possessed before you try to be my opponent! You third-rate goddess, crowdfunded!"

“If you want to go back to the underworld, I don’t mind putting you back right now. Anyway, you’re useless now that you’ve lost the cow. In that case, you might as well let Ereshkigal use your body.”

Nitocris said coldly, her tone very serious, and she didn't sound like she was joking at all.

"I don't want to go back..."

Upon hearing this, Ishtar shrank back, and the arrogance on her face vanished instantly. She could tell that Nitocris really would do that, so she chuckled twice and quickly changed the subject.

"You didn't come here specifically to make fun of me, did you? There must be something you want to discuss, right?"

Nitocris didn't ignore her question, but instead answered directly, "Well, I came here to investigate the situation, deliver some messages, and stay to help out. Anyway—"

"So, what's the situation here now, Ishtar? You should know about this, right?"

After a short delay, Nitocris did not forget her duty and took the initiative to ask about the current situation.

"The current situation... in Uruk, right? Because I was sidelined by Gilgamesh, and everyone else is busy with their own things, I don't know much about the situation. In short, those suddenly appearing Rahmu are flying in from the Persian Gulf in droves. Now, almost all the heroic spirits in the city have been sent to the front line to build fortifications. Quetzalcoatl and that black guy are busy suppressing people everywhere. They should be in the southern part of the city's battlefront now."

"The south? I understand. Do you know the exact number of Lahm? And do you know the status of Tiamat?"

"Numbers? More than locusts! As for Tiamat, she's still sleeping in the ocean. Anyway, my mission is to patrol the city center using air superiority to prevent Rahmu from breaking into the city and attacking Uruk from both inside and outside. Someone is calling me again, so I have to go now! In short, that's about all I know. If you want to know anything, just ask Gilgamesh or your husband!"

Having wasted some time here, Ishtar once again sensed someone in the city calling her to fly over and help. After explaining what she wanted to say to Nitocris, she leaped onto Maana behind her and prepared to depart. Nitocris saw that she seemed really anxious, and since Ishtar was indeed doing something important, she didn't want to disturb her, so she let her go.

"By the way, your husband isn't in the palace. He's in that divine tower to the north, doing something I don't know. If you want to find him, just go north."

After taking off, Ishtar reminded her again.

Dislike is dislike, and disagreement is disagreement.

If they were enemies, Ishtar would be a life-or-death foe to both Nitocris and Ereshkigal. But if they were allies, they would naturally not let their emotions and grudges interfere with the final victory in the battle, so they would share intelligence and tips.

"So……"

After watching Ishtar fly away, Nitocris gained some understanding of the situation here.

"The good news is that Uruk has plenty of fighting power, and Tiamat hasn't woken up yet. With the power of the Heroic Spirits and the goddess, they can definitely hold on. But the bad news is that the number of Rahmu is still increasing, and the situation seems to be much more serious than it was at the beginning."

After observing the expressions of those around her, Nitocris slowly spoke into the air.

The next moment, in that place where no color or figure could be seen, a cloud of black mist began to condense and slowly emerged. It was a pitch-black figure whose face was indistinguishable. No one knew when he had arrived there. Even Ishtar had not noticed that someone had been standing next to her all along.

"Isn't this just a matter of course? Rather, the fact that they can withstand such a disaster shows that these humans are much more capable than expected. I have to admit that the people of Mesopotamia are much more resilient than the people on my side. Is it because they have a trustworthy leader?"

The figure spoke softly.

"Looking at it this way, that previous deal was really worthwhile. It would be even better if Gilgamesh could send his soul to my underworld after he dies. I am quite fond of a warrior and king like him."

"Stop dreaming, Heaven's Wedge. Gilgamesh is a demigod of Sumer. How could you possibly take him away? Putting aside whether Elise would agree or not, Gilgamesh would never agree."

Nitocris rolled her eyes at the black-clad figure and spoke.

"Haha, that's true. After all, some things really can't be bought. His soul is obviously not for sale either, which is a real pity."

The figure was not angry upon hearing this, but rather accepted the fact calmly.

"Speaking of which... are you really going to show up here looking like this? Don't you think it's weird?"

Nitocris glanced at the black mist, then asked.

He was currently shrouded in black mist, making it impossible to discern his appearance or aura. If he hadn't proactively appeared and proposed a deal, even in the Underworld, neither he nor Ereshkigal would have easily detected him, especially given his terrifyingly high level of spiritual origin. He had originally disappeared after taking Ereshkigal's Holy Grail, but recently he reappeared in the Underworld and proposed a new deal.

Although Ereshkigal didn't want to trust him after being tricked by him last time, he thought about his power and the fact that the other party had given the Holy Grail to Gilgamesh, so he was indeed on their side. Therefore, he had no choice but to trust him again and allowed him to come with Nitocris.

"My true identity? Fine then. Although I hid myself because I sensed that bird was here and didn't want to deal with her, I have no reason to fight her now. I'm here to have Gilgamesh settle the debt from last time and propose a new deal, so there's no need to hide anymore."

The dark figure nodded and then said this.

“Young goddess of the Egyptian underworld, take a good look and see what the most ancient god of the underworld is like.”

As he finished speaking, the black mist covering him slowly dissipated, and then a sinister wind swept around him.

However, there was no major movement or unusual phenomenon in the heavens and earth. The gust of wind simply dissipated gently along with the black mist, revealing its true form.

With long blond hair, yellow sunglasses, and a modern gray-white jacket, his expression was one of unruly arrogance and debauchery, completely out of step with the style of this era and the ancient things he talked about. If you didn't know better, you would definitely mistake him for a modern person.

Although Nitocris had already seen the other's form once in Merlin's illusion, she was still somewhat surprised to see it a second time.

"It doesn't resemble the God of the Underworld at all..."

One was the frivolous man in front of her, another was Scáthach, a battle maniac, and yet another was Ereshkigal, a weak goddess. Recalling the appearances of the gods of the underworld she had seen from the beginning until now, Nitocris felt that each of them had some unknown characteristics.

However, she didn't dwell on it for long, because she noticed that the people around her were also walking towards her and respectfully paying their respects.

Nitocris glanced at the people's appearances and expressions and spoke softly.

"Those who are injured and unable to fight, please move to a safe place to take refuge. As for those who are still able to fight, although it may be a bit harsh to say this, please continue to do your duty to protect Uruk. For Uruk now, every additional fighting force will increase the probability of winning the final battle."

"I believe that every soul is not dispensable, and everyone should shine with their own unique brilliance in the future."

She was, after all, a former queen. Although she was not good at warfare, she still possessed the rhetoric and the ability to inspire people that a king should have. Even if she wasn't as passionate and inspiring as Gilgamesh or Ramses II, she could still move most people, not to mention that she now had the buff of being a god.

The soldiers naturally nodded in agreement.

The disturbance was subsequently quelled once again under her command.

Watching the citizens leave, Nitocris breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this scene, she relaxed a bit. Smoke Mirror thought Nitocris was very interesting; she certainly had the demeanor of a leader. Having someone like her as the God of the Underworld would reduce a lot of trouble.

However, before he could even suggest that Nitocris come and work in his underworld, they were already at odds.

"Tescatlipoca..."