Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After all, King Solomon had personally solved a major problem for the people of Hades.

Furthermore, the King of Kings' mind is still on the Jews, and his plans are traceable.

If he alerts the enemy and Marduk changes his strategy, there are probably few in the world who can stop him.

"So, we're just going to wait here like this?"

Ishtar scratched his head, looking somewhat dejected.

Samael glanced at the goddess of war, somewhat disappointed in her.

"How stupid! The fact that the Jews came to Mesopotamia to seize land and engage in a competition of civilizations is just a way of squeezing out the living space of other human tribes."

"What's most important in competition? Fairness! Fairness! Fairness!"

"Why are you guys putting yourselves on the field instead of Marduk? What's the point of exposing yourselves?"

"He's using Israel as a proxy; won't you just do the same and cause trouble for the other side?"

"Until I've settled things with the Mother Goddess, all I need to do is keep the King of Kings' attention occupied!"

This tactic is easy to understand; it's commonly known as "proxy warfare."

In any case, the current religious sects in Mesopotamia are still mainly based on the preserved Sumerian mythology.

Polytheism and monotheism are inherently incompatible, and the Mesopotamian region is only so big with limited population and resources. If Israel takes a bite more, other nations will take a bite less.

Such a muddled situation can easily escalate into a fight between the two sides without anyone instigating it.

All the people of Hades need to do is pay a little attention to improving the matchmaking system in Mesopotamia to ensure that Israel's opponents are at least in the same skill bracket.

As long as the intensity is controlled and a war between gods is avoided, humanity can manage on its own.

After this explanation from a certain scoundrel, everyone suddenly understood and looked on with admiration.

But for some reason, Samael always felt that the way they looked at him was a little strange.

"So, who should we choose as an agent?"

At this point, Ishtar, having learned her lesson, humbly inquired.

"The Assyrian Empress, Semiramis!"

Samael's lips curled up slightly, his expression subtle.

"Since she is said to be the embodiment of Ishtar and has only recently ascended the throne, facing crises both inside and outside the country, then let's give her some protection and ensure she can hold onto the throne."

"Or, you could get some divine blood and teach me some magic tricks that can be used for self-defense."

The Goddess of War nodded with a beaming smile. It was a rare privilege to be allowed to go up on the ground and cause trouble. She had to listen carefully to the arrangements.

After roughly memorizing the key points, Ishtar, clutching the gem in one hand and carrying the Bull of Heaven in the other, looked somewhat troubled.

"Well, the only things I'm good at are gem magic and summoning magic, so how about just those two?"

Samael couldn't help but recall the Assyrian empress who appeared in the Holy Grail War in Tulipas in the future, who seemed to have two signature moves.

One is the "Hanging Gardens of Vanity," a magical fortress built with jewels and precious magical materials; the other is Bashum, who summons one of the eleven magical beasts...

The ancient serpent twitched its lips, then gathered its thoughts and patiently instructed Ishtar with a strange expression.

“You should have recorded Bashium’s spirit origin chart. Since she is skilled in using poison, give this to her and let it serve as Semiramis’s summoning object.”

"Also, get her some blueprints for the Babylonian defenses, and under the guise of building a garden, construct some magic workshops in the palace."

"In case we encounter any tough guys who try to assassinate us, at least we can hide inside and protect ourselves."

The people of the Underworld nodded repeatedly, quite agreeing with Samael's arrangements.

If the Holy Grail War continues as planned, and he happens to be involved, things could get really interesting.

The ancient snake glanced at the stone wall above its head and muttered to itself.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Please, have some decency! (3/3)

"This Empress is a warmonger. She is capable and shrewd. As long as Assyria is militarily strong and its national power is great, trouble will come to the Israelites sooner or later. Do you understand?"

Samael grinned sinisterly, his expression extremely cunning.

Their eyes met, and they nodded knowingly.

They merely bestowed a slight blessing upon the queen who worshipped the Babylonian gods, and did nothing else. They did not interfere in human competition and were absolutely innocent.

Even if Marduk had the Tablets of Destiny, it wouldn't be so easy to find their way to make a deduction.

As for why Semiramis was chosen as an indirect proxy to contain Israel.

The ancient serpent, with its foresight, subtly raised the corners of its lips.

In the Old Testament of the Bible, it is said that during its expansion, the Assyrian Empire destroyed the ten tribes of the split northern kingdom of Israel and drove 27000 wealthy people from Samaria (the capital of the northern kingdom of Israel) to migrate to various parts of Assyria.

At that time, the King of Judah in the south, because Jerusalem was a high and fortified city with ample food and troops, was not easy to conquer in a short time. Moreover, the territory was small, and he offered 2.4 tons of gold to save it, thus escaping disaster.

Therefore, protecting that Assyrian empress was tantamount to digging the grave of the Kingdom of Israel and interfering with the continuation of monotheism.

He was certainly willing to make such a small investment in war, which could yield huge returns.

In a way, we should thank a certain beacon nation for its guidance; they're professionals at causing trouble.

While we appreciate Solomon's self-sacrifice, it is only natural, both emotionally and logically, that Assyria, being believers in the Babylonian gods, would help their own people drive out these heretical enemies, Israel.

The fact that the gods of the underworld didn't personally go and slaughter Israel, giving humanity a fair chance to compete, is already quite generous.

After this hidden seed was planted, the oppressive feeling that had been hanging over everyone in the Underworld gradually dissipated, and the atmosphere became lively again.

The group then began to chat about various topics, exchanging private conversations with Anna as she grew up. Smiles and warmth gradually spread across the faces of the participants at the tea party.

They talked a lot throughout the long night.

Sometimes they reminisce about the days they fought side by side in Uruk, sometimes they talk about the unforgettable food of Mesopotamia, and sometimes they mention how the people they sheltered gradually aged and peacefully walked towards death...

During this time, the most frequently asked questions were about the current situation of the mother goddess Tiamat and Anna's development.

Seeing Medusa, who was already insecure about her body, filled with shame and indignation, he felt like he was going to die.

The rumor that massaging breasts could make them bigger was spreading like wildfire and was about to affect him. Samael, with a dark face, signaled to the high priest Siduri, in his capacity as shepherd king, to take action.

boom! boom! boom!

After three sharp, resounding flicks on the forehead, the instigator Shamhat, along with the gullible Ereshkigal and Ishtar, each clutched their heads and fell silent in repentance.

After calming the atmosphere of the tea party, Medusa rejoined the girls' group chat and talked about topics that interested them.

After a long night of hard work, Gilgamesh finally finished working on several baskets of clay tablets, and then relaxed and stretched.

This isn't a 9-to-5 job, nor is it 996; it's 24/7/007! That's tough!

When Samael saw the wise king's current living conditions, he looked at him with pity and felt somewhat guilty.

"Hey! What's with that expression? Are you pitying me?!"

However, this subtle expression was instantly caught by Gilgamesh's sharp eyes.

The Hero King, who was already harboring resentment, turned as black as the bottom of a pot and gave a sinister, cold smile.

"A birthday, huh? I seem to recall having a very suitable cursed artifact..."

With that, Gilgamesh turned his head and opened the golden vortex, making a motion as if searching for cursed treasures.

"Uh, it's Anna's birthday, not mine!"

"Since you have to handle it first anyway, I can just use my curse next time."

"You should just be a decent human being!"

Faced with Gilgamesh's eagerness, Samael immediately rolled his eyes, cutting off any sympathy he might have felt.

Since they wouldn't die anyway, and most of the heritage of the earthly nations was related to Sumerian culture, theoretically those ghosts could all be regarded as spiritual Sumerians.

It's your own business, so just focus on working hard.

"Speaking of which, you didn't establish this long-term spiritual communication just to celebrate that girl's birthday, did you?"

Having vented his frustration slightly, the Hero King propped his chin up with one hand and looked calmly at one of the Uruk Kings, who had shifted all the blame onto him, and asked in a low voice.

Samael hesitated for a moment, glanced at Medusa who was chatting casually with Ishtar and the others, and slowly nodded.

Spiritual communication across world bubbles is not only extremely difficult, but also consumes a great deal of energy.

The technique was constantly burning the divine cores he had painstakingly collected.

This was originally meant to be a supplement for him and Tina to refine their divine power.

After sorting out his thoughts, the ancient serpent recounted the situation he was facing to Gilgamesh.

Those few with unstable IQs over there are basically unreliable, but we can get their opinions and views from Gilgamesh.

"Therefore, Typhon, the King of Gods and Monsters, has set his sights on the Arima Caves where you reside, lurking in the shadows, watching you with predatory intent..."

"And your choice is to make a pact with Zeus, the king of the gods, side with Olympus, and use Zeus to counterbalance Typhon?"

The Hero King tapped his right knuckles on the floor, lost in thought.

Samael nodded slightly, somewhat helplessly.

"Compared to Zeus, Typhon posed a greater threat; that king of gods and monsters intended to plunge Greece back into chaos."

"Moreover, Zeus at least had a chance to negotiate, but Typhon wanted to devour Anna and Athena to perfect his divinity."

"Tsk, I thought I could sit back and watch Typhon and Zeus fight it out first, but that guy came a bit suddenly."

"Since we're forced to take sides, let's choose the lesser of two evils."

"However, this is only temporary."

Gilgamesh heard the snake's complaints, and a smile appeared on his lips, making him feel much happier.

Knowing that you're also having a tough time makes me feel relieved.

However, with the last shred of conscience he had left, the King of Heroes glanced at the birthday boy on the other end of the spiritual communication channel, his brow furrowing slightly.

"If you side with Olympus, won't Anna and the Mother Goddess be in danger?"

Samael picked up the crystal dew, took a small sip to moisten his throat, and then responded earnestly.

"Don't worry, as long as we dispel their initial doubts, it's actually safer to be in the dark."

"Besides, taking sides only shows support for Olympus and gives Typhon a false impression. Would I be foolish enough to reveal my true colors directly?"

"The three goddesses, Athena and Anna, have special identities. If I were to reveal them to them, Zeus would probably chop me up before Typhon even arrives!"

"Therefore, I am only expressing my submission to Olympus on behalf of the Crypt of Arima in the name of the Serpent Mother and Themis."

The ancient snake paused, its eyes darting around as it coughed.

"Besides, think about it! Olympus, an official unit! The largest mountain in Greece! The conditions there are very favorable!"

"The job is permanent, there is no internship period, and you can start working directly with a certificate. It is just right to solve the employment problem of those offspring of gods and monsters."

"The little ones have all grown up, and this swamp is only so big. They're all tired of staying here, and the snake mother wants to send them out to be independent..."

"Look, isn't this a coincidence?"

However, the more bad things were said, the more Gilgamesh's eyelids twitched.

He felt like he had been tricked by the "job assignment," and he always felt that the guy had ulterior motives.

In an instant, the King of Heroes wanted to recite the exact words that this guy had yelled at him earlier.

You should just be a decent human being!

Chapter Seventy-Nine: What an Old Scumbag!

Of course, Samael's choice was not simply to sell the little creatures of the Arima Crypt to Olympus; it was a form of protection.

From the records he knew, the king of gods and monsters was cunning and ferocious, but also suspicious and patient.

Historically, Typhon was exceptionally powerful, having long been capable of challenging the Olympian gods.

However, he waited until Zeus met with his lover Europa, took the opportunity to steal the thunder scepter, and made full preparations before attacking Olympus.

Now that this king of gods and monsters has his sights set on Medusa and Athena in the Arimar Cave, he certainly won't give up so easily.

If their true strength is discovered, when Typhon comes again, Samael, the Serpent Mother, and Themis might be able to protect themselves, but those little guys might all lose their lives.