Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"If you can find a way to destroy it, then you win!"

But in an instant, the goddess grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

"However, out of respect, I, as the eldest sister, will also do my best!"

"Immortality? This will be your nightmare!"

As soon as the words were spoken behind him, Samael immediately strode uphill and reached out to grab the Aztec weapon that was right in front of him.

"boom!"

However, just as he was about to touch the weapon, the wind pressure behind him suddenly increased, and a flying kick struck Samael hard in the abdomen.

Suddenly, the humanoid object crashed into the open space beneath the Mayan pyramid with a sharp whistling sound, raising a cloud of dust in front of everyone.

Chapter 85 Living Like a Human Being

"puff!"

Samael struggled to his feet, vomiting up purplish-red blood clots mixed with fragments of internal organs.

When Ishtar and the others saw their companion in such a miserable state, they instinctively stepped forward to help.

"Don't come any closer! I won't die, I can manage on my own!"

The ancient serpent raised its hand to stop it, stumbled twice before finally standing up, catching its breath, and continued to climb the steps, walking step by step toward the sun altar.

Three ribs were broken, the spleen was ruptured, and there was blood stasis in the heart and lungs... It was indeed a terrible situation.

And it fucking hurts!

Samael felt a dull ache in his body, a tingling sensation from his wounds healing and his bones regenerating. He buried his head in his steel teeth and bit his lip until it bled.

However, with the blessing of immortality, after crossing more than ten steps, his injuries had been mostly healed.

Several dozen breaths later, the ancient serpent returned to the spot where it had initially rolled down and continued to bend down to retrieve the Aztec weapon.

"boom!"

But unsurprisingly, Quetzalcoatl reached out and grabbed Samael's outstretched arm, twisted his waist and threw his opponent toward the edge of the dense forest.

The second time, the ancient snake sat on the ground for a quarter of an hour before it could stand up and continue climbing the Mayan pyramids.

As Samael passed by his four companions, several teammates faintly smelled a strong stench of blood. Their hearts instinctively rose to their throats, and their hands clenched so tightly that their knuckles turned white.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the figure climbed up the Temple of the Sun again and again, only to be thrown down each time.

Even though the time it takes for his immortality to heal itself is getting longer and longer, Samael, with a tense expression, is like a wound-up machine, stubbornly climbing the Mayan pyramid.

Similarly, Quetzalcoatl seemed to be possessed, standing on the steps he had been on before, waiting for the tenacious ant to climb up to the same spot again and again, only to knock him down and throw him out each time.

Time passed second by second, from the scorching midday sun to the cool evening breeze, and then to the rising sun at dawn.

Over the course of nearly a day and a night, dozens of pits of varying sizes were scattered across the open ground, with patches of dried blood remaining.

Ishtar and the others went from initial anger to later compassion, and gradually to numbness and shock.

Finally, they stared at the figure and fell silent, as if they had understood something.

This is not physical abuse, but a confrontation between two wills.

"You can't beat me!"

The feathered serpent god, standing facing the rising sun, lowered his head, pressed one hand on Samael's swaying shoulder, and spoke in a low and cold tone.

“I know, but that’s not a reason to give up.”

"But there are some things I have to do."

Samael remained calm as he slowly bent down to pick up the weapons from the ground.

"boom!"

Then, Quetzalcoatl immediately threw Samael to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

But this time, she did not choose to roughly throw this human who had ascended to the altar out.

Furthermore, at some point, the warm smile that used to grace Quetzalcoatl's face vanished, replaced only by anger and gloom.

"A mere human, unable to even contend with a high-level magical beast, yet you dare to provoke the goddess! Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Kid, even if you're immortal, killing you is a piece of cake!"

Samael took a deep breath, his eyes clear, pointed to his chest, and responded frankly.

"I'm scared. My heart hasn't calmed down since the beginning."

"To be honest, I want to live more than the rest of them."

Quetzalcoatl was somewhat agitated, his face cold and expressionless.

"If you realize the gap, then you shouldn't do useless work."

Even the weakest creatures know that, for the sake of their own lives, they need to leave the territory of the beasts as soon as possible!

Samael struggled to his feet, his mind replaying the whispers of the ghosts he had heard in the underworld. His eyes were filled with memories, and he murmured unconsciously.

"Leave? Where to? Bury your head in the sand like an ostrich?"

“Babylon! We fled, watching helplessly as tens of thousands were dragged away by monsters…”

“Nipour! We didn’t hold it, and thousands are still trapped inside…”

"Kusa! All we can do is go in and collect the bodies. So many people want revenge, but we can't even find the killer..."

“Ur! We dare not talk to those women and children too much, for fear they will ask about their fathers and brothers, whether they are still alive, and when they will return…”

"Eridu! We've abandoned this for six months; we simply don't have the resources to combat the encroachment of the dense forest..."

The fluctuating tone of the narration caused Quetzalcoatl's arm, which was gripping Samael's shoulder, to gradually loosen, and his expression became uncertain.

Even the deep-thinking Merlin and the willful Ishtar fell silent after hearing about the ravaged regions.

"So, where else can we go besides Uruk?"

"Am I supposed to hide in the dense forest and become your livestock, Goddess?"

Samael gave a slight sneer, slapping away the arm that was no longer able to stay on her shoulder, showing no fear of offending the sun goddess, and speaking sharply.

"Human dignity is not bestowed by God, but earned by oneself!"

"We want to live, that's true, but we want to live like human beings even more!"

The ancient serpent bent down to pick up the Aztec weapon, then turned its head close to Quetzalcoatl's ear and whispered with a smile.

"Goddess, you can choose to kill me and erase that immortality. It would be easier for you than breathing."

Kukulkan looked down at his elongated shadow below the steps, falling into a long silence.

"If you're not going to take action, then I'm going to do what I need to do."

Samael bypassed the feathered serpent god who stood still and walked step by step to the top.

Finally, the swaying figure, having almost exhausted all its strength, leaned against the Sunstone and raised its hand, aiming the sharp obsidian tip at Quetzalcoatl's weak point.

The man turned around, raised his chin, and looked down arrogantly at the goddess who was standing still. He casually tapped the sunstone with his obsidian weapon and announced in a deep voice.

"Kukulkan, the feathered serpent god, you have lost!"

"I really can't do anything with you stubborn kids. You always want to break free from our embrace and become independent, even though you know that one day you will meet your end."

"This was true for the Maya, and it was true for the Sumerians as well."

The blonde goddess with a South American flair murmured, her expression somewhat melancholic.

But then, as if relieved of some burden, Kukulkan slowly raised his head, casually spread his hands, and revealed a captivating smile.

"Fine, I lost. As the victor, what are you going to do with me?"

Samael raised his obsidian weapon high, causing everyone's hearts to skip a beat, but then the crisp sound of the weapon falling echoed down the steps.

The ancient serpent looked down at the goddess, a slight smile playing on its lips.

"Then, in the name of the victor, I command the feathered serpent god Kukulkan to assist humanity in dispelling the Third Storm and defying destiny!"

Chapter 86 Where is my big axe?

Kukulkan stared blankly at the hand outstretched towards him, then instinctively grasped the victor's fingertips.

"That which does not kill us makes us stronger."

"The feathered serpent god of the Maya, a Sumerian who stood at the same level as the gods, gained courage and perseverance because of your threats. You should be happy about that."

The man's soft whispers close to Kukulkan's ear made the goddess's smile bloom like a sunflower bathed in sunlight.

"Ah, my adorable little brother who's always so unpredictable, I'm growing to love you more and more! Let me give you a warm hug!"

Immediately, Samael was gripped tightly by a pair of arms, which pulled him into two ample breasts.

The soft touch blocking its mouth and nose, and the resulting feeling of suffocation, caused the ancient snake to flail its limbs wildly, like a drowning victim.

"Hey! Don't touch his things! He's my shepherd priest!"

Recovering from the shock, Ishtar angrily rushed up the Mayan pyramid, hands on his hips, pointing his spear, and asserting his sovereignty over the feathered serpent god suspected of suffocating the victim.

"Really? I seem to remember that immortality is a power related to the underworld?"

However, because the power of the "protection of the underworld" was still present, even when the great goddess came before Kukulkan, she was speechless in the face of his question and dared not make contact with Samael.

Fortunately, Anna, Merlin, and the leopard man arrived a little too late and, after taking turns to persuade them, managed to rescue the suffering ancient serpent.

Having just escaped the suffocating hell, Samael immediately squatted on the ground, breathing in the fresh air. This feeling of being on the verge of life and death due to his immortality was an even more cruel torture.

Even when the ancient snake turned around and saw the swaying peaks, it felt a little frightened, and even developed a slight psychological shadow over the large breasts.

When his peripheral vision caught sight of the feathered serpent goddess's ambiguous smile, Samair immediately understood that this was a small punishment for exploiting her kindness and weakness.

Indeed, no matter how eloquently he spoke, he did not defeat this Mayan chief god in terms of strength or competition.

However, by taking advantage of his own opportunism and demonstrating his will, he forced this god who loved humanity to back down and submit first out of reluctance and guilt.

However, since he, representing Uruk, had already demonstrated to the goddess humanity's determination to defy the three storms and defy fate, and had gained Kukulkan's approval,

Therefore, this Mayan chief deity, who keeps his word, will not easily go back on his word and will firmly stand on the side of humanity, letting them make their own choices.

"Your performance just now was fantastic! Even I think you deserve to be saved and recognized."

"Well, I guess I have a good eye for talent, discovering such a gem for Uruk!"

Just as Samael caught his breath and was sorting out his thoughts, Ishtar leaned over with a grin, praising him and proudly raising his chin, looking quite pleased with himself.

The ancient snake gave a perfunctory chuckle, secretly rolling its eyes.

With that face of yours that always messes things up at crucial moments, you still dare to come closer?

If it weren't for Anna and the others, I don't know how much longer I would have suffered.

Immediately, the goddess, who believed this perfunctory explanation, beamed with joy and secretly plotted how to use "one of her own" to trick Gilgamesh into reimbursing her.

To show affection, Ishtar subconsciously raised her head slightly and placed her fingers on Samael's shoulder.

However, halfway through, the goddess realized something was wrong and abruptly withdrew her fingers.

However, by sheer coincidence, Samael, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly stood up and approached Ishtar.

"My Goddess, I..."

When the touch came from her fingertips, the goddess's face turned green and her body stiffened.

Immediately, red and black lightning exploded, and Ishtar screamed as she was thrown back.

It took a full quarter of an hour for the unfortunate goddess, with a few leaves still hanging from her head, to limp back to the open space.

Seeing Samael approach with a guilty look on his face, wanting to continue the previous topic.

Ishtar, already terrified, hurriedly climbed onto the celestial vessel Maana and cautiously kept her distance.

"No need to say anything, I know your feelings perfectly well!"

Samael nodded regretfully, obediently maintaining a safe distance from the victim, while a faint smile curved the corners of his mouth hidden in the shadows.

Actually, he seemed to have forgotten what he wanted to say.