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Matou Shinji: That's not right? You can also transform into a heroic spirit in the outside world? And you can also use the power of the gods in the spirit world!

With just one sentence, Woban blew up a group of lurkers.

It was also because Woban had played too big a game before. He was just a little bit away from destroying humanity on behalf of the Three Goddesses Alliance. He also acted too quickly. The crisis of destroying the world could be solved in two days in Woban's mouth. Moreover, because Woban's goddess appeared, it attracted the attention of those who knew about it.

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: Yes, that's right, I did it. But it wasn't out of interest, it was out of necessity. The goddess and the black dragon combined to become my manifestation, which can be used in the outside world, but it's not as powerful as in the spirit world.

Woban didn't care. With nothing to do, he had plenty of patience to chat with others.

King Lingying of the Protectorate: Speaking of which, Fujimaru Ritsuka and I won't be able to reach Uruk until the day after tomorrow. You'll have already eliminated all the enemies the day after tomorrow. Wouldn't it be a waste of our effort to make this trip?

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: Just treat it as a trip. This should be your first time to visit the ancient Mesopotamian plains. You can also let Gabriel move her body. If she stays in her room playing games all day, she will be useless sooner or later.

Lazy Angel: If it’s useless, it’s useless. I was useless a long time ago.

VAN HELSING: ...

Lazy Angel: But I can’t make this trip in vain... How about this, group leader, you leave a goddess for us, no matter how strong or weak, as long as she is fierce enough.

Although she was still lazy, Gabriel didn't plan to go out for nothing. It was not easy to go out once, so she had to achieve her goal in one go.

Although there was already a planet fall incident, she also fooled Fujimaru Ritsuka and Roman and the others, and edited and muted it afterwards, which could also be used to fool the heavens. However, the live broadcast also captured an almost endless army of monsters attacking the north wall of Uruk. If the latter part was cut out, the planet fall footage alone would not be able to add many brilliant achievements to her resume.

At the very least, you have to face off against a large number of Warcraft monsters and then defeat the big boss goddess to successfully save the world.

Marquis Woban [Group Leader]: In that case, the jungle goddess in the south belongs to me, and the monster front on the north wall belongs to you.

Woban thought about it and generously gave up a goddess.

If you want to be fierce, the Gorgon in the north should be the most fierce one. The seemingly terrifying Warcraft Front is also a good place to gain experience.

Lazy Angel: That’s it.

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: Well, I’ll log off first.

Hirano Kouta: Wait! Group leader, what should I do?

Hirano Kouta, who had escaped the fire and hail by chance, was hiding in a closed basement. Seeing that Woban and Gabriel had made arrangements for the next two days in a few words, he immediately became anxious and quickly spoke up to stop Woban.

After an apocalypse that caused such a big commotion, isn't it irresponsible to run away to other worlds? This situation is much more serious than overlapping dramas.

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: It’s no big deal. The Day of Judgment has already begun. As long as it ends before the second month, all the dead will be resurrected during that period, and it doesn’t matter if it’s a few days later or earlier.

Woban gave a capricious answer. Compared to the world of High School of the Dead, he was more interested in the goddesses and beasts of the Mesopotamian plains. This would also allow the impact of the Day of Judgment to ferment for a few days.

Kouta Hirano: No, wouldn’t it be nice to learn about all the biohazards here at once?

Marquis Vauban [Group Leader]: Oh no, it’s time to log off.

Noticing that Ishtar moved and seemed to be waking up, Woban simply rejected Hirano Kouta and went offline directly.

Hirano Kouta: Hey! Hey! Hey! Group leader! Don't log off! Listen to me!

Hirano Kouta: …

king: You are still as willful and selfish as ever, Hirano-kun, you should get used to it.

Hirano Kouta: Don't make it sound so easy! The survival of a world is not something you can get used to by just talking about it.

Kira: What else? Our group leader is not someone who will accommodate others. If you don't have the ability to solve problems independently, you can only get used to it.

What Light Yagami said is very realistic, because this is reality.

Before he gained strength, although he relied on his wisdom to gain a foothold in the chat group, he also had to consider other people's thoughts and be cautious in his words and deeds, because he did not have enough strength and wisdom could not solve all problems.

After he became a god, there was no need to worry too much, and he could speak with confidence because he had the strength to fight with the strong ones in the group and was qualified for the so-called mutual help.

Hirano Kouta also understood what Light Yagami meant, and could only sigh helplessly, quit the chat group, and concentrate on refining his magic power.

“My head hurts so much…! The Temple of Ishtar? Why would we be attacked in a place like this?”

Inside the magnificent temple, the black-haired goddess sat up from the floor, holding the back of her head. Her face showed a look of pain, and she squinted her eyes as she looked around blankly.

"Ah sneeze!"

Perhaps feeling a little cold, the black-haired goddess clasped her arms across her chest, shivered and sneezed.

In an instant, the goddess changed her appearance. Her jet-black hair turned into gorgeous blonde hair, and her coolly dressed body was covered by a long dress. Her temperament changed drastically, as if she had transformed from a bad girl into a rich lady.

"Are you awake? Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld."

"What do you mean I woke up? It's already night time, of course I'll wake up!... Wait!"

Hearing the cold greeting, the blonde goddess rubbed her head and responded in annoyance.

However, before she finished her words, the blonde goddess suddenly realized something: her real name seemed to have been called out.

She subconsciously raised her head to look in the direction of the voice. The face that appeared in her sight made the goddess Ereshkigal's expression extremely shocked.

"Ishtar?! Why are you up there? No, that's not right, who are you?"

Ereshkigal stood up, took two steps back, and asked in confusion.

At first glance, I judged that the other party was Ishtar. And it was the Ishtar from long ago, who had not merged with the girl in the shell, the real goddess of Venus.

However, at the second glance, Ereshkigal keenly noticed one thing: not only Venus in the sky, but also the underworld on the earth, the goddess who looked like Ishtar, possessed two different attributes at the same time.

"Could it be that it is the original great goddess?"

In Ereshkigal's knowledge, the only goddesses who possessed both the sky god core and the underworld god core were her and the source of Ishtar, the great goddess whose divinity was split into two due to the existence of the white giant god.

"I am Inanna, the master of Ishtar, and I will be your master next." Woban said bluntly.

"What? I refuse such a thing! I am the mistress of the underworld, and I will not be anyone's servant!"

Ereshkigal folded her arms over her chest and sternly refused.

Although the other party's identity could not be confirmed yet, no matter who the other party was, she could not surrender.

"Do you think Ishtar is willing to serve me as her master?" Woban asked teasingly.

"That stupid and arrogant guy certainly won't surrender voluntarily. Although she is willful, she is the kind of person who can exert her willpower when she is in adversity."

Ereshkigal said calmly that even though they were two people with completely opposite personalities, they both understood each other’s personalities better than anyone else.

"You probably took advantage of her love for gems, right? But it's useless. That girl won't keep her word. She could go back on her word and run away at any time. Also, don't try to use the same method on me. I don't have any weaknesses, and I'm not afraid of death, because I'm the manager of death. The mistress of the underworld, the one who tramples on the spirit peaks."

Ereshkigal said this with great confidence, but she was completely wrong.

The reason why Ishtar submitted to Woban was because of the bet before the battle and because of the world-destroying power Woban displayed during the battle. Otherwise, Ishtar would have run away long ago. At her speed, Woban might not be able to catch up.

Unfortunately, this is Ishtar's world, not Woban's. So Woban can do whatever he wants, but Ishtar can't.

“What a naive statement.” Woban looked down at Ereshkigal and asked with a half-smile, “You think you have no weaknesses, so what if I take away your underworld?”

“What nonsense are you talking about? In the underworld, only Death and I, as the master, are the highest authorities. Even if Ishtar enters the underworld, she will fail miserably and be beaten to a pulp.” Ereshkigal put her hands on her hips, looking confident.

In this regard, she has absolute authority. Even the gods cannot violate the laws she sets in the underworld. With a system that can make the gods powerless, no god can defeat her.

"So, do you want to make a bet, Ailei?" Woban asked maliciously.

"A-Aile? Ugh...! Who told you to call me that? It's disgusting!" Ereshkigal's face flushed red as she scolded in shame and anger. Even though they were the Great Goddesses of Origin, they were not so close as to call each other by nicknames.

"Your name is too long. I will call you Ere from now on." Woban sat cross-legged on the golden throne and informed Ereshkigal in a statement tone, completely ignoring Ereshkigal's self-will.

"You are as bad as Ishtar!"

Veins throbbed on Ereshkigal's forehead. She thought she had a good temper, except when facing Ishtar. But now, a burning rage was burning in her heart.

The woman on the throne was arrogant, rude, and stupid, just like Ishtar.

“Want to bet? The stage is in the underworld. If you defeat me, you can do whatever you want. If you lose to me, from now on, you will be my subordinate god.” Woban used the same trick again and made a bet with Ereshkigal.

“Come on if you have the guts. I’ll show you the power of the mistress of the underworld.” Ereshkigal said this angrily, and then returned to the underworld.

The gorgeous clothes turned back into a cool bikini, the brilliant golden hair lost its luster, and after Ereshkigal left, Ishtar's personality resurfaced.

"..."

After a few seconds of being stunned, Ishtar came back to her senses and remembered everything that happened before she fainted.

"Hey! What's going on with those women outside? Why do they look like me? It's too scary, right? A perfect goddess like me has increased so much!" Ishtar ran to the throne and asked in panic.

"The perfect goddess? Don't you feel ashamed to say such a thing?" Woban couldn't help but shook his head.

"I am the goddess of beauty and harvest. If you talk about beautiful things, one thousand out of a hundred people will definitely think of me!" Ishtar said with her head held high and her chest puffed out, righteously.

"If there are only a hundred people, where did the thousand people come from? Is your brain burned too?" Woban complained.

"Because the one thousand people related to these one hundred people will have the same opinion as these one hundred people." Ishtar said as a matter of course.

Woban pressed his temple and decided not to dwell on such a boring question.

"Those women are my spoils of war. Those who die at my hands will become my collection and be kept in my cage of servants of death."

Woban snapped his fingers, and one servant of death after another emerged from the depths of darkness and appeared in the magnificent temple.

Nearly three hundred Kuchurins, wearing bright red tights, holding ferocious red magic spears, and having identical faces, stood around Ishtar, with lifeless gazes cast at her from all directions.

“What the hell…!”

Surrounded by nearly three hundred Kuchurrins, Ishtar's face turned pale and she staggered back several steps before she managed to keep her footing.

"What on earth have you done? Ishtar... three hundred... where did you find them from... where on earth did three hundred of them come from? Are you a professional killer?"

Ishtar couldn't even speak smoothly. No one could remain calm under the gaze of three hundred people, and gods were no exception. Not being frightened and falling down was a very good mental quality.

Chapter 298: Gambling with the Goddess

"That's too much! Pervert! Are you a pervert?"

Surrounded by hundreds of Kuchurrins, Ishtar held her head in her hands, screaming in panic, her eyes full of fear.

"That must be it, right? You spent so much effort to find so many of me, then killed them all and hid the bodies! Your sexual fetish is too perverted!"

The look Ishtar gave him was a look that completely showed a pervert.

Regardless of the difference in strength, just finding 300 servants is not a simple problem, not to mention that these 300 servants are the same person. If someone successfully finds 300 identical servants, kills them, and collects their bodies, what else can such a person be but a pervert? An EX-level pervert? !

The next moment, Ishtar bent down, crossed her arms across her chest, took a defensive stance, and stared at Woban vigilantly.

Woban shouted at Ishtar, "Fool, three hundred servants of death have been under my command for months. If I had any ideas, do you think I would waste my time on you?"

"It's very likely that you're tired of dolls that don't resist. For guys like you, the weirder the sexual fetish, the more normal it is." Ishtar said venomously, never letting down her guard.

"That's what you think."

Woban narrowed his eyes, and his shining evil eye emitted a green light. Before Ishtar could react, her body was covered with a layer of white salt, and her lower body below the head was wrapped in a faint light, turning into a salt statue.

"what!"

As Ishtar screamed, a strong wind blew up in the huge temple, carrying Ishtar towards the throne and landing on Woban's thigh.

"So, what do you think? If I were interested in you, would you be able to resist me?"

Woban weakened the output of the salt transformation, causing the salt particles to disappear from Ishtar's body, and held Ishtar in his arms, and asked Ishtar's ear from behind.

The warmth from the words hit Ishtar's ears, and the itchy touch made Ishtar's face turn a bright red. She forced her head to move away to avoid Woban's breath.

However, it was all in vain. The difference in strength made Ishtar unable to resist Woban, whether just now, now, or in the future.

"No, I can't..." Ishtar was both ashamed and angry. She suppressed the murderous intent in her heart and answered in a low voice.

"That's good to know." Upon hearing this, Woban let go of Ishtar.

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

Ishtar jumped off Woban's legs, turned around and punched Woban on the head.

Looking at her angry expression, you can tell that she did not hold back in this punch. The wind from her punch even blew Woban's hair. The posture of her hands was undoubtedly a short-distance combo of Bajiquan. Obviously, once hit by Ishtar, even a one-centimeter thick iron block would be smashed into iron sheets. Although Woban's muscles and bones were strong, he could not avoid being knocked unconscious.

But, you have to hit it no matter what.

"That's stupid."

As Woban sneered, Ishtar's fist stopped in front of Woban's eyes. Even though it was less than five centimeters away from his forehead, it did not move forward an inch.

A layer of white salt grains wrapped around Ishtar's body, and except for her head, all other parts turned into pillars of salt.

"Hang her at the door."

Woban's eyes passed by Ishtar and fell on a Cuchurin, and he gave an order.

After hearing Woban's order, Cu Chulin paused for 0.1 second, then walked towards the throne and picked up Ishtar's body.

"Eh? What are you doing? Put me down now! You're not really going to hang me up, are you? This is so embarrassing! You too! You actually obeyed that guy's orders so obediently!"