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Ishtar shouted in panic. Since her body couldn't move, she shook the head on her neck vigorously to make her words more persuasive.

Ku Chulin did not respond to the rebuke that sounded in his ears, and walked towards the door with big strides as if he had not heard anything. Then he turned Ishtar's body over, with her legs facing up and her head facing down, and fixed Ishtar in this position on the eaves of the door with the rune.

"Let me go! You have no ambition! You have the same face as me, but you are helping the evildoers! You are really embarrassing me!"

Ishtar, who was hanging upside down on the eaves of the door, was still not obedient. She unconsciously scolded Ku Churin below, and the anger in her eyes almost erupted.

But no one paid any attention to her.

The three hundred Kuchurins did not even look at Ishtar. Occasionally, some of them glanced at Ishtar, but their expressions revealed a gloating expression.

“Ishtar, you should reflect on your actions overnight. Although I do not intend to turn a high-quality subordinate god into a servant of death, since you dare to offend me, do not be afraid of my punishment.”

Woban chuckled and taunted Ishtar.

“You will stay there until I return from the Underworld to reclaim Ereshkigal.”

"What? You're going to the underworld?"

After shouting for a long time, there was no movement from the Kuchurrins below, and Ishtar stopped wasting her breath. Then she heard Woban's notice and her face changed immediately.

"Hey! Are you going to die? Even if you are, put me down first! There is a saying that goes, 'When a man is about to die, his words are kind'. Why don't you be kind?"

Ishtar's words were very poisonous. She was clearly hanging at the gate, but she refused to show weakness. However, although her words were unpleasant to hear, her words were sincere. In her opinion, although Woban was powerful, the stronger he was in the underworld, the more restricted he would be. If he really wanted to regain another her, he probably wouldn't be able to come back.

"Do you want me to seal your mouth too?" Vauban asked calmly.

"I'm not talking nonsense. Ereshkigal is invincible in the underworld. Good medicine tastes bitter and honest advice is unpleasant to the ears. You can't always listen to blind flattery. You should also listen carefully to my honest advice. Otherwise, don't blame me if your body is thrown into the underworld." Ishtar shouted fearlessly.

If she couldn't get the other party to remove her seal, it didn't matter if her mouth was sealed. After all, when she was killed by Ereshkigal, her seal would be lifted. It would only take one night at most. Even if she couldn't sleep, she could just treat it as exercise.

"I forgot to tell you that my Eye of Sodom is permanent. Unless your power exceeds mine, you can't get rid of it." Seeing what Ishtar was thinking, Woban said with a sneer.

“Eh?! What! Isn’t that too much?” Ishtar was horrified and quickly shouted to Woban, “Don’t go! Even if you want to go to the underworld, you have to let me go first. I don’t want to be buried with you!”

"I declare in the name of the God King of the Underworld, open the gate to the underworld. Now I will transcend death."

Woban ignored Ishtar's screams and recited the words of Hades.

The next moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and the flickering candles were all extinguished. The magnificent temple lost its luster, and the floor was covered by shadows, gradually turning into a dark swamp, exuding the breath of death.

Woban sat firmly on the throne, allowing it to fall into shadows. More than two hundred Kuchurin gradually merged into the darkness of the earth.

When the shadows dissipated, the magnificent temple regained its bright colors again, and Woban, the throne, and more than two hundred Cuchurins also disappeared from the world.

In the pitch-black underworld, there is no life. There is only darkness and death.

“It’s really desolate.”

Today, the underworld attracted unprecedented guests. The magnificent throne was located in the narrow cliff path. Woban crossed his legs, supported his chin with his right hand, and his left hand rested on his right elbow. He had no intention of getting up.

Looking around, the environment of the underworld is like a huge and gloomy valley, with strange rocks everywhere, and the land is just a series of cliff paths that are neither wide nor narrow. On both sides of the cliff paths are slender birdcage-like objects with countless light spots floating in the cages. Apart from the cliff paths, most of the area is an unfathomable valley bottom, with stone pillars thousands of meters high running through the valley bottom and the ground surface, as if supporting the land above the underworld.

At the front of the cliff path where Woban is located, you can see a huge stone gate with animal patterns flashing on it.

"Are you here? Arrogant goddess Inanna."

A majestic female voice came from the end of the cliff path. Woban looked through the seven gates and saw a huge skeleton. Ereshkigal, dressed in gorgeous clothes, was hiding in the huge skeleton.

"You actually brought the throne into the underworld. You are so arrogant and presumptuous... Wait! What are those things behind you?"

Before Ereshkigal could finish her words, her tone changed. She went from a majestic queen to a frightened girl next door.

The change in intonation can be most accurately described using words.

Woban could see that Ereshkigal, who was hiding in the seven-layered gate and the giant skull, had a panicked expression.

Apparently, Ereshkigal noticed Cuchurin, the Servant of Death, who was taken to the underworld by Vauban.

Although their spiritual bases were different, Ereshkigal could tell that those girls were not Ishtar. However, she was certain that those girls with the same appearance were not illusions, but were the girls possessed by her and Ishtar.

“Two hundred and eighty… Did you have to search two hundred and eighty parallel worlds to find so many identical people? Although I know that we have a high degree of compatibility with this girl, to your extent, this should be considered a bad habit, right?” Ereshkigal asked Woban in shock and anger.

As the mistress of the underworld, she could see that the 280 Kuchurin were all dead. However, the possibility of 280 girls from different worlds dying at the same age was no more than 1 percent.

In other words, those girls were killed by Inanna because of her evil habits.

Although she was the goddess of the underworld, Ereshkigal undoubtedly loved humans, but her way of loving them was different. However, no matter how different it was, Ereshkigal would not kill 280 young girls for no reason. Such an act was undoubtedly a terrible sin.

"According to the laws of the underworld, intentionally killing a large number of living people and enslaving their souls is a serious crime."

"As a king, you must always have suitable servants." Woban responded nonchalantly.

Although she saw what Ereshkigal was thinking, she had no intention of explaining it. Why should he explain to others what he had done in his life?

“Just because of this? He committed a crime worthy of being called an evil god!” Ereshkigal stared at Woban in the distance angrily and asked excitedly.

She felt that she needed to change her previous understanding of Inanna.

This woman was not just as bad and arrogant as Ishtar, but a hundred times worse and a hundred times more arrogant than Ishtar.

"Don't get excited, listen to me. I won't do it myself today. My servants will defeat you on my behalf..."

"That's ridiculous! Do you think that just because they look like me, they can have the same power as me? Or do you think I will show mercy for the sake of the possessor? Impossible! As the queen of the underworld, I will not show you any mercy. Even the gods of the sky have to abide by the laws of the underworld when they come to the underworld."

Ereshkigal, who thought she saw through Woban's thoughts, became even more furious. She had already made up her mind to kill Woban without mercy and keep him in the underworld forever.

"You don't have to worry about that. Just listen carefully. As long as you defeat these two hundred and eighty people, you will win the bet, and then I can give these servants to you. Of course, if you fail to defeat them, these servants can still be given to you. However, you will also be mine by then." Woban put down his hands, bent his upper body backwards, leaned on the throne, and said lazily.

Because it seemed like she was at a disadvantage, as she only sent out the Death Servants to fight. However, in reality, 280 Death Servants were enough to defeat her in a head-on battle without using the power of the underworld.

Ereshkigal, who didn’t know this, couldn’t help but be moved.

Although she hated Woban's behavior of killing innocent girls because of a lack of servants, to be honest, she also liked these girl spirits who had a high degree of compatibility with her. Anyway, it was impossible to send these girls back to life, so it would be great if she could keep them by her side and accompany her forever.

“Ahem…it’s settled. If I win the bet, these souls will be dealt with by me, the mistress of the underworld.” Ereshkigal held her face with both hands, a gleam of hope in her eyes, but her tone became serious on the surface.

If it weren’t for Woban, who possessed clairvoyance and the eighth sense, no one else would have been able to discover Ereshkigal’s true identity.

"Since you agree, please sign this contract."

Woban immediately used his magical powers to draw up a parchment contract and controlled the wind to send it behind the seven-layer door.

Ereshkigal controlled the skeleton to stretch out her right hand and took the contract from the wind. She looked down and found that the content on it was exactly what she had promised.

After hesitating for a moment, Ereshkigal quickly signed her name to the contract because of the attraction of the two hundred and eighty Cuchurins and her confidence in the mechanism of the Underworld, thus concluding this contract.

Chapter 299: The Assassin of the Valley

"Then, servants, accept the blessing of Hades, follow Hades' orders, and demonstrate my authority."

Woban uttered a brief word, granting the servants of death the blessing of power.

Although being in the underworld of other people, he cannot gain any increase in strength, at least he will not be restricted by authority.

After receiving Woban's blessing, the Death Servant Group stepped forward together, picked up their weapons, and resolutely attacked the seven major gates.

The nearly one thousand meter distance was quickly covered, and the servants of death who arrived at the first major gate looked up at the huge iron gate, raised the magic spears in their hands, and launched a lightning-fast attack.

Without using any treasure, just an ordinary attack, the power carried by the gun was enough to shatter the huge gate.

"Eh?"

Behind the seven great gates, Ereshkigal cried out in surprise.

The Gate to the Underworld is not an ordinary iron gate; it is part of the rules of the Underworld. Even if the Lord God himself comes, he cannot damage the Gate to the Underworld.

However, no matter how surprised she was, the fact that was happening before her eyes would not change. Ereshkigal had no time to think about how the Death Servants, whose Spiritual Bases were at most top-level Servants and who had also suffered damage, could destroy the Gate to the Underworld, before she saw that the Cuchurin Group Army had already launched an offensive towards the second Gate to the Underworld.

"Damn it! Don't even think about taking another step forward!"

Ereshkigal immediately activated the defense system of the Underworld. The chill of death disappeared from the Underworld, replaced by scorching heat. Magical power as vast as the ocean surged up, unleashing a high-temperature attack on the servants of death that was even more powerful than an A++-rank Noble Phantasm.

There were only two hundred invaders, and even if their number was increased a hundred times, they would not be able to survive the defense system of the underworld - according to common sense, this was the only possible outcome.

However, faced with such an attack, the servants of death turned a blind eye and did not slow down their advance at all, as if the high temperature had never existed at all.

"how come?"

Ereshkigal opened her eyes wide in shock. She couldn’t help but raise her right hand, rubbed her eyes, and looked back in the direction of the gate to the underworld.

However, Ereshkigal was not mistaken. She saw clearly with her own eyes that the Servants of Death ignored the defenses of the Underworld and were not harmed at all.

This was the protection of the underworld bestowed by Woban. Although it was difficult to wrest control of the Sumerian underworld from Ereshkigal’s control, it was not difficult to neutralize the defense mechanism of the Sumerian underworld in a short period of time.

Then, with just one strike, the gate to the underworld collapsed. The servant of death passed through the second gate and rushed to the third gate without stopping.

"Wait! Stop it! Stop them, Garula Ling!"

Ereshkigal hurriedly summoned the spirit of Garula, the messenger of the underworld. Thousands of undead spirits emerged from the gate of the underworld and pounced on the servants of death.

Ku Chulin and his men quickened their pace, and a red magic spear pierced through the undead like a gust of wind and rain without stopping. Wherever their bodies passed, all the undead were reduced to ashes in the red spear's light.

In just a breath of time, the servants of death killed their way through the army of the underworld, broke through the seven major gates with great ease, and arrived behind the seven major gates, an ordinary yet cold wilderness.

"Why is this so? They are clearly dead, but they are not subject to the laws of the underworld. They can even destroy the gates of the underworld."

Seeing the Servants of Death charging in from outside, Ereshkigal timidly took a few steps back and shouted in panic.

This was completely beyond her understanding. Both gods and the dead should be restricted by the rules of the underworld. How could it be possible that as a dead person, she broke the embodiment of the rules of the underworld?

The Servants of Death did not care how panicked Ereshkigal was. Their order was to demonstrate the King’s authority and defeat Ereshkigal once and for all. They would not hesitate to complete this order.

The servants of death transformed into ferocious fierce dogs and pounced on Ereshkigal one after another. Their extremely sharp red fangs instantly tore apart the huge skeleton that wrapped Ereshkigal, revealing Ereshkigal's true form.

"How rude! Sing about your pain deep underground!"

Being pushed to this point, Ereshkigal also exploded.

Red lightning fell from the sky, and terrifying Garula spirits swarmed in. Ereshkigal waved the Fever Temple Meslamthea, and with the help of her anger, she gathered courage and commanded the army of the underworld to launch a counterattack against the servants of death.

The Servants of Death were coming at her with great force, but Ereshkigal was ready to fight to the death. She fought with all her might and determination.

With the overwhelming red lightning and tens of thousands of Garula spirits, Ereshkigal launched an offensive with all her might. With the protection of the underworld, it was not difficult to defeat an army at once.

Facing Ereshkigal's attack, the Servants of Death also displayed corresponding bravery. Although their spear skills had deteriorated, they were still no match for Garula. Faced with a siege ten times their number, they wielded their spears and killed them all in an instant.

However, to the Servant of Death, the Garula Spirit was not a threat at all. The real threat was the red lightning falling from the sky.

As the two armies fought, the servants of death were hit on the head by red lightning from time to time, turning into ashes. After the servants of death killed the army composed of the Garula spirits, their number was only about half.

This is the biggest flaw of the Servant of Death. Even if it possesses a strengthened Noble Phantasm and has the strongest attack power, it will die if it is hit.

However, this defect does not apply to Woban. With the protection of steel and the eighth consciousness, Woban has a chance to deal with both violent attacks and assassinations. This also involves the power of cause and effect, seals, and time and space, which will pose a threat to Woban.

All the Garula spirits in the entire underworld were killed, and Ereshkigal, who had no army, had to fight in person. However, compared to frontal combat, Ereshkigal was more suitable for commanding from the rear. After just one encounter, Ereshkigal's weapons were knocked away, and more than a dozen magic spears avoided her heart and spirit core and pierced her body.

"it hurts!"

Although the injury was not fatal, the pain caused by the blades of dozens of magic spears tearing into her body was unbearable. Ereshkigal groaned in pain, her strength drained away, her body completely hanging on the magic spears. If it weren't for the support of the Death Servant, she would have collapsed to the ground.

Woban sat cross-legged on the golden throne, ignoring Ereshkigal's defeat, and the painful groans heard by her ears did not make her feel any pity.

Ultimately, this was the path that Ereshkigal had chosen. Although she would not kill Ereshkigal, that did not mean that she would not let Ereshkigal suffer and learn a lesson.

"clang--!"

At this moment, the sound of a bell echoed in the empty underworld.

This is the evening bell that everyone knows rings at a funeral when Death visits.

Woban subconsciously sat up straight and looked up at a corner of the criss-crossing cliff path. A figure blending into the darkness appeared in Woban's sight.

It was a skeleton swordsman wearing heavy armor and holding a huge sword. He was undoubtedly Hassan of Hassan, the first Hassan of the Mountain who founded the assassination cult Assassins.

"——Can you hear the sound of this bell?"

The Old Man of the Mountain stood in the darkness, his dark blue eyes met Woban's, and he spoke in a steady voice.

"What clock?" Woban looked at the Old Man of the Mountain and asked calmly, without even leaving the throne.

"The evening bell." The old man in the mountain replied calmly.

"Evening bell?" Woban raised his eyebrows, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"The evening bell of the funeral." The old man of the mountain responded.

"For whom?" asked Vauban.

"I am here to bury you. This bell is the evening bell that marks the end of your destiny." The Old Man of the Mountain said without reservation.