Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael's mind raced, his anxious eyes sweeping across the cabin.

However, the familiar, pale faces, devoid of any color, gradually extinguished the flame in my heart.

They were all seriously injured...

Even Merlin, who is most adept at surviving, has synchronized his magic with his future self to repeatedly purify large areas of the Black Tide, and is now also at his limit.

Sending any of them out at this point would be suicide.

What other options are there? What other options are there?

Think about it again! Think about it again!

The ancient serpent clutched its head, deep in thought, its mind a jumble of calculations that constantly collided and annihilated.

Every road seemed to be permeated with the stench of blood.

Perhaps, by bringing these seriously wounded together, one after another, their last rays of light will shine forth...

Snapped!

Samael raised his hand and slapped his forehead, crushing the thought that had just popped into his head. He gritted his teeth, his face cold and stern.

Now that we're here, we have to make changes!

If I were to accept fate and watch these critically injured and dying friends walk one by one toward their predetermined end, what would be the point of all my previous efforts?

"Roar! When everyone else falls, the real protagonist will appear and save the world!"

Just as Samael was caught in an extreme dilemma, a claw emerged from the darkness and patted his shoulder, its voice full of smugness.

"That's right! It's a leopard!"

Miss Leopard brought her head close to Samael, her orange-yellow pupils sparkling, her lips moving slightly in response to a quirky tidbit.

"If you go up there, you might die..."

Samael's lips were pressed tightly together, and his voice was low.

"Goodness, don't underestimate leopards! When felines get angry, they can be quite fierce, meow!"

The once quirky and comical goddess slightly raised her chin, patted Samael's shoulder lightly, and responded with a soft hum, her eyes filled with feline pride, like a ferocious beast defending its territory and baring its claws.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Hundreds of split beams of light rained down from mid-air, grazing the three Noah's Arks to varying degrees, and causing the outer magical protective barrier to weaken rapidly.

Nearly half of the thousands of magicians, priestesses, and priests responsible for maintaining the operation of the spell collapsed from exhaustion, groaning as they fainted.

If this continues, before Apsu even arrives, the surrounding thunder and storms will tear Noah's Ark to shreds.

"Ten minutes should be enough, right?"

As the cheerful inquiry reached his ears, Samael nodded subconsciously.

"Well, it's decided then!"

By the time he came to his senses and tried to stop her, Miss Leopard had already moved her wrists and walked to the broken solar calendar stone, placing her hand on it.

As the leopard-man extended its claws, it seemed to remember something, and turned back with a tragic expression, muttering a request.

"Samael, Kukul likes you a lot. If she beats me up because of this in the future, you have to help stop her!"

"boom!"

The instant Samael nodded blankly, a claw slid into the cracked solar calendar stone as easily as cutting through tofu, and pulled out the central circular core.

At the same time, the feline opened its jaws in an exaggerated arc and swallowed the fist-sized core of the solar calendar stone into its stomach.

"puff!"

Kukulkan, lying on the bed, had a face as pale as paper, a distorted expression, and was spitting out bright red blood.

"What are you doing!"

Samael's expression changed drastically. He was about to raise his hand to stop her when his right arm was grabbed tightly by a soft hand.

"Hold on for ten minutes, and I promise I won't beat you up again!"

Quetzalcoatl gazed intently at the figure enveloped in golden sunlight, his lips parted in thought, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Tezcat Ripoka, I'll give you one last push!"

In an instant, the Mayan goddess casually slashed open her left wrist, spewing hot, golden blood at the leopard-man.

The sunlight that had been floating and swirling on the leopard's body suddenly boiled over, turning into a raging red and black flame in the blink of an eye.

The goddess's entire body spread out rapidly, like eerie smoke, filling the entire cabin in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, layers of blood appeared before everyone's eyes. In the mesmerizing scene, they vaguely saw a monster that moved like smoke, leaning against a throne of bones.

Below the Mayan altar, warriors who had been granted the right to sacrifice knelt on the stone slabs with fervent expressions.

They picked up obsidian daggers, frantically plunged the blades into their chests, pulled out the still-beating, vibrant hearts, and placed them on the intricately carved stone discs before dying with smiles on their faces, satisfied.

That disorienting illusion of a temporal and spatial fragmentation came quickly and went quickly, vanishing in an instant with the noise of the hatch opening and the light, carefree humming.

"Hmph, let me show you what happens when you anger a leopard!"

Immediately, the ship swayed slightly, and a ferocious god, as ethereal as smoke and mist, with red and black flames and blood streaks flashing around its body, leaped up and jumped towards the back of the ether dragon, unleashing a frenzied rampage.

"Leopard Kick!"

"Leopard Fist!"

"Leopard's Eye!"

"A mad dog bites!"

"(⊙o⊙)...Uh, wrong, wrong, it's Leopard Bite!"

On the dragon's back, covered with dense purplish-red scales, a small but exceptionally agile and ferocious feline shattered large sections of the ethereal body's flesh and skeleton, slaughtering its way from head to tail.

An uncontrollable roar continuously emanated from Apsu's mouth, and his outstretched dorsal fins then emitted dense, rain-like beams of magical energy.

I seem to remember that the ruler of the First Sun Age of the Maya, "Smoke Mirror" Tezkat Ripoka, was a renowned Grand-rank berserker, even when he possessed a human body, as long as he revealed his full form!

As the ancient serpent gazed at the two figures engaged in fierce battle amidst the ethereal storms raging in the sky, memories from the past surfaced instantly in its mind, giving it a sense of hope and a glimmer of hope.

"What's your plan? Hurry up!"

"Even if she obtains the power of the Solar Era from me, her berserk state won't last long!"

Kukulkan grabbed Samael's arm, rousing the shepherd king from his shock, and then coughed up blood again before collapsing, powerless.

Samael hurriedly picked up the benevolent goddess who had helped humanity so much, and to let her rest in peace, he turned and yelled at the central cabin, which was still bustling with activity.

"King Gilgamesh, the Great Sacrifice!"

"Lord Samael, preparations are complete!"

Amidst the turbulence brought by the wind, waves, and thunder, Siduri, holding onto the railing, responded solemnly.

At the same time, the sacred and ethereal ancient epic resonates in the Akkadian chants.

Chapter 150 Mother Goddess, You Must Follow the Principle of Return (2/4)

"e-nu-ma e-lis la na-bu-ú sá-ma-mu

The sky is high, yet it has no name.

sap-lis am-ma-tum su-ma la zak-rat

The earth is so low and barren, yet it has not been given a name.

ZU.AB-ma res-tu-ú za-ru-su-un

The first thing that came into existence was the void, which is where it originated.

mu-um-mu ti-amat mu-al-li-da-at gim-ri-sú-un

Mo Mu Che Mo, all arise from generative processes.

A. MES-sú-nu is-te-nis i-hi-qu-ú-sú-un

The Great Immersion is one, perfectly harmonious and unified.

gi-pa-ra la ki-is-su-ru su-sa-a la she-'u-ú

There was no weed or wormwood to build a hut, and no marshland to be seen.

e-nu-ma Dingir.Dingir la su-pu-u ma-na-ma”

At that time, all the gods were nowhere to be seen.

……

At this moment, inside the central cabin, replicas of the seven creation tablets that record the Mesopotamian creation epic "Enuma Elish" are stacked to form a large altar.

The surviving priestesses knelt down one after another, crossed their arms over their chests, and solemnly chanted divine incantations, recounting the great deeds of the two creator gods with piety.

The altar was surrounded by thousands of golden vortexes on all four sides, which were the gateways to the Babylonian treasury, from which treasures flowed out like water.

Gilgamesh, possessing all this wealth, remained unfazed.

Money is meant to be used; if it achieves the expected value, he doesn't care how much it costs.

The Great Sacrifice was the highest ritual connecting humans and gods. In Sumerian custom, even the guardians of the underworld could be bribed by the spirits of the dead; as long as enough money was given, even gods would bow down.

But when he offered sacrifices to the gods to resurrect Enkidu, he was equally lavish and generous.

Unfortunately, those high and mighty gods were so resolute that they left no room for negotiation whatsoever.

Therefore, he harbored a subtle resistance to the Great Sacrifice.

This time, however, it remains to be seen whether the outcome will be different.

The Hero King glanced meaningfully at the blank Destiny Tablet in his hand, the one with which he had once made a pact with Samael.

As the ceremony drew to a close, Gilgamesh rose and stepped onto the altar, unfurling the book-shaped seal of kingship with a solemn expression.

"Our mother goddess Tiamat, the lord of birth and origin, bore the infamy of a beast with her holy body. She never betrayed the world, yet she was abandoned by it..."

"I, by the power of kingship, declare you not a beast of calamity, but a god of mercy!"

"The foundation of God has now been rebuilt. Mother Goddess, please return according to the principle of return!"

"May glory, majesty, power, and authority be restored to you! From time immemorial, to the present, and forevermore!"

hum!

As the earthly king, with his royal seal, stripped Tiamat of her infamy, he implored her to bestow a miracle of redemption.

Golden pillars of light rose from the altar, shooting straight into the sky, and the gems, gold, silver, and mysterious objects flowing from the Babylonian treasury all transformed into luminous dust exuding a rich aetheric aura.

Amidst the rhythmic vibrations of the air, a beam of light pierced through, forming from bottom to top.

Samael immediately sensed the connection in his mind and resonated with it; a majestic figure was rising from the sea of ​​imaginary numbers.

But those responses, which sounded like chants, exuded an anxiety.

The sacrifices weren't enough! And the offerings themselves were wrong!

As the son of a god, the ancient serpent instantly understood the mother goddess's hidden meaning.

As Samael turned around, he suddenly remembered the threads emanating from the humans, and realized what was happening. He immediately grabbed the Tiamat statue from his arms and rushed to the rear cabin, shouting.

"The king is holding a great sacrifice, but gold and silver are not what Tiamat needs; earthly life is her most cherished offspring!"

"Only your invitation can awaken the Mother of Origins from her loneliness and suffering!"

"Pray! Pray to Mother Goddess!"

The atmosphere froze as they gazed at the priest's fanatical, almost insane expression.

A witch who had fled from a Babylonian temple looked bewildered as she recalled the teachings of the gods she had received.

"Tiamat, once an enemy of the gods, is said to be incredibly cruel. Will she... truly protect us?"

Samael took a deep breath, bat wings extending from his back, his voice cold and clear.

“Look around you, how many people have lost their husbands, fathers, and brothers, how many families have been torn apart, and are you still hoping for the mercy of the gods?”

"The gods are not moved by ants; they only care about the workings of destiny!"

"And the great calamity that fate initially chose to destroy humanity was the mother goddess Tiamat."