Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Ishtar remained silent for a long time, glancing back several times at the figures packing their belongings and recovering their strength on the open ground.

Among them were goddesses, a total of three, all of whom were heretics who defied fate.

Finally, Ishtar turned her head with difficulty, her teeth clenched.

"When have I, this goddess, ever needed them to tell me what to do!"

The goddess haughtily raised her chin, her tone disdainful, her face full of lawlessness.

"Whatever the will of Heaven, whatever the will of Heaven, that is, those old fogies who talk nonsense, is none of my business!"

"Even if the Father God came, if he's too long-winded, I'd dare to pluck a few of his beard hairs!"

At that moment, whether intentionally or unintentionally, a series of thunderclaps resounded in the sky.

Ishtar, who had been so arrogant just moments before, suddenly turned pale and his brow twitched.

"It is going to rain?"

Samael glanced at the suddenly changed weather and whispered something.

"It's normal for the weather to change this season, don't make a fuss."

The goddess opposite him immediately straightened her back, looked around with disdain, and remained indifferent.

Samael asked tentatively, his expression mocking.

"Shall we continue discussing destiny?"

"How about we talk back? I'm not feeling well right now..."

Ishtar immediately backed down, forcing a dry laugh as she tried to change the subject.

"You saw it on the cylinder seal too; there's no prophecy of the future..."

"Therefore, we have never done anything against the will of Heaven."

"It was only because Uruk suffered a scourge of beasts that we voluntarily offered a great sacrifice to protect ourselves. A benevolent god accepted our invitation and we made a covenant, fulfilling our obligations in accordance with the principle of fairness."

Samael's smile was strange, and a meaningful sarcasm appeared on his face.

"Yup!"

Ishtar suddenly understood, and a sly look appeared on his face, the same look he always had when he got into trouble and found an excuse to get away with it.

"I didn't defy the will of heaven. This goddess is simply making money because of Gilgamesh's offerings! Who can stop me from doing that?"

"Even gods need to live."

Overjoyed, this goddess shamelessly uttered the word "money-making," and confidently pinched her slender waist.

As her fear gradually subsided, Ishtar looked at Samael beside her with a broad smile.

Having agreed on their testimonies, the man and the deity nodded in tacit understanding.

"You're so wicked! Your ability to exploit loopholes is top-notch. It was definitely the right choice for this goddess to make you the shepherd priest!"

The goddess, in a pleasant mood, couldn't help but move closer to Samael, her eyes full of admiration.

But these words of praise sounded particularly harsh, making the kind-hearted snake want to hit someone.

Forget it, I won't bother arguing with this crazy woman.

Anyway, even if Ishtar seems to be making a profit, he definitely isn't losing out.

Samael already knew about the loss of the Bull of Heaven, and he even used this information to set a trap for the goddess in the employment contract, extorting a consultation fee from Gilgamesh.

Bringing up the old story now serves two purposes: feigning concealment and taking the opportunity to curry favor with Ishtar.

Secondly, we can take this opportunity to give this goddess of the heavens a warning, so that she will make up her mind sooner and tie herself to Uruk.

Because, with Gilgamesh's death from exhaustion and the resulting instability, the hidden secrets in the shadows are surfacing.

If it is truly as I believe, then the gods are destiny.

With this preventative measure in place, even if the alliance of the three goddesses were to collapse and the situation were to deteriorate rapidly after the fog was cleared, Ishtar could at least still maintain her position in Uruk.

Before the two could continue their whispered conversation, the Quetzalcoatlus on the open ground hissed, signaling the start of their mission.

Samael and Ishtar nodded to each other, walked out of the bushes together, and rejoined the group.

As the Quetzalcoatl soared into the sky, the Ancient Serpent looked down at all things that were gradually shrinking in size, its expression somber.

Marduk's Axe, the Rolling Seal, the Bull of Heaven—those high and mighty bastards repeatedly eroded humanity's advantages.

Their purpose is already quite obvious.

Samael secretly raised his middle finger, his eyes flashing with intense malice.

Destiny! Destiny!

Screw fate! I've never even faced death once, and now I'm not accepting it!

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Chapter 90 Taking the Blame (4/4)

"boom!"

Dark clouds gathered and thunder roared across the sky. The high priest, Siduli, standing outside the palace tower, concealed the deep worry in her eyes upon hearing footsteps and braced herself to face the approaching person.

"The assembly of the Napishtim Fang must be accelerated. Go and urge the armory to speed things up!"

"The astrologer has already calculated the wheat harvest time, right?"

"There's been a lot of rain lately, so we need to organize people to harvest as soon as possible during sunny days! If we don't have enough people, we can draw some from the sacrificial site. The monsters' attack has slowed down now, so they have plenty of time!"

"Is the repair of the Babylonian defenses, and the breach at the south gate, nearing completion?"

"Well done! I'll apply for a commendation for you after Wang's rest period!"

"However, it should be noted that clay is prone to problems when it gets wet, and the engraved runes may become distorted and eventually fail."

"Therefore, we must strictly control the quality!"

"In addition, 20 sheep and 7 cows were brought from the sacrificial site so that everyone could have a good meal."

"Labor that requires high physical exertion cannot be done without meat."

"So, next..."

After three hours of fussing and working until lunchtime, the endless stream of people coming to ask for solutions finally began to subside.

Having finally caught her breath, Siduri looked at the half-basket of clay tablets remaining on the ground and felt a throbbing pain in her temples.

I had previously assisted in processing documents submitted through clay tablets, but I had never been in full charge of all matters, big and small, as I am today.

You really don't know until you experience it yourself. In just one morning, she was exhausted, black spots appeared in her vision, and her ears were ringing.

I used to see everything in Uruk in perfect order, with everything running smoothly.

Now that Siduri has finally taken the throne, she understands what kind of life that king had led in order to achieve this goal.

After all this torment, not only ordinary people and magicians like her, but even Gilgamesh, who possesses divine blood and a divine body, would find it unbearable.

No wonder even a hero as powerful as King Hero fell to this minor disease.

Changping was filled with complex and chaotic emotions. She looked worriedly at the tightly closed palace gates, picked up a clay tablet again, and began to read it, imitating Gilgamesh's notes.

The king's sudden death was too unexpected.

Caught off guard, Siduri can only temporarily assume the throne and perform her duties, using the excuse that King Gilgamesh is overworked and needs to rest, and will postpone it for a few days.

However, there were always some matters on the clay tablets that she was unfamiliar with or unable to make decisions about.

Currently, these various and difficult problems have piled up into three baskets in the hall.

It is estimated that if the delay continues for another three days at most, the number of unanswered questions will increase, and then the whole of Uruk will be in chaos.

If the Warcraft army were to attack at this time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Blood flowed everywhere, corpses littered the fields, monsters nested in the streets and bred their young; human infants starved to death in their mothers' arms, and the entire city was devoid of smoke and light..."

The high priest shuddered as he recalled the clay tablets reported by sentries after the fall of Babylon and other cities.

Disturbed and confused, Siduri looked up at the pattering rain, her expression becoming even more gloomy.

The agreed time was in the afternoon, but unfortunately, there has been a recent downpour, so I really don't know if they will be able to get back on time.

Just as the high priest was pondering how to maintain the situation if the person didn't arrive, six dark shadows tore through the leaden-gray rain clouds, swooped down, and landed in front of the main hall of the royal palace tower.

Dragon! A very strange dragon-like creature!

The Uruk soldiers guarding the royal court, noticing the commotion, immediately changed their expressions and gathered together with their guns and shields.

"Stop! These are friendly forces!"

"Samael, as the king's special envoy, has already conquered Kukulkan, one of the three pillars!"

Siduri immediately rushed out of the corridor and ran to the square, repelling the Uruk soldiers who were on high alert.

Furthermore, the priest cleverly spread Samael's impressive achievements through the soldiers' words in order to boost morale and suppress the somewhat wavering spirits of the army.

"It's Samael! We drank together!"

"Samael is a good man! He even saved my life during the battle for the North Wall!"

"To be able to conquer even three goddesses, it's simply unbelievable!"

"If we include Anna and that leopard-woman, we now have four goddesses protecting Uruk!"

"We will definitely win this battle!"

Various astonished, ardent, and hopeful gazes were cast upon the leader who had created this great achievement, while private discussions abounded.

However, due to the numerical advantage of the four goddesses, the somewhat tense and oppressive atmosphere in the team gradually became more enthusiastic and relaxed.

Samael patiently nodded to many familiar faces one by one before turning to Siduri with a slight smile.

"High Priest, God bless Uruk, everything is going well, please take me to report back."

Siduli understood Samael's intention, nodded slightly, and slowly gestured for them to enter, leading the way and guiding the group into the royal palace tower.

As soon as the gate closed, the high priest, whose emotions had been fluctuating wildly, suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Anna, who was very understanding, helped Siduri to sit down on the steps and gave her some warm water.

The high priest took the cup, pulled out a bottle of invigorating potion from his robes, tilted his head back and swallowed it. It took a while for his face to regain its color.

"How is King Gilgamesh?"

The wise man, who usually hid in a corner to watch the drama unfold, was now inexplicably agitated and anxious, and was the first to step forward and ask questions.

Once she regained her senses, Siduri, with Anna's help, immediately rose and led everyone into the inner court.

Upon opening the door, a rich aroma of herbs wafted out, and the nested magic array on the floor was dizzying.

On the bed in the center, the hero king seemed to be fast asleep, his drooping fingers gripping a clay tablet tightly, and the deep furrows between his brows suggesting he was still troubled by a series of matters.

When vital signs disappear, the soul ceases to exist.

The last glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts was immediately extinguished by the cold water poured over them.

“We have tried everything, even secretly made a great sacrifice to the god of the underworld, but we still cannot awaken the king.”

Siduri leaned against the door, her expression bitter. Even though she had just taken an energy-boosting drug, her face still looked exhausted.

How many patients in Uruk have this condition?

"Including Wang, there are a total of 7 people. Their bodies, like those of the victims who appeared in Kusa before, are being kept under strict guard, and the news has been blocked."

Samael got the answer he wanted from the high priest, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and felt a little more at ease.

Fortunately, the problem did not escalate to an unmanageable level.

Based on his experience in the underworld and the trace of death energy remaining on Gilgamesh, he strongly suspected that the problems in Uruk were related to Ereshkigal's digging project.

Perhaps it was because of his involvement in helping to build the gun cage that this digging maniac had more time to focus on raiding bases.

As the distance between the underworld and the earth grows ever thinner, the pervasive death aura begins to selectively erode the health of the weak.

Gilgamesh, who had been under constant pressure, unfortunately fell into the trap, since the huge pit that Ereshkigal had dug was likely located beneath the Royal Palace Tower.

So, is this arguably my fault?

The ancient snake's lips twitched slightly, and a strange thought surged into its mind.