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Chapter 91 That Woman Has Gone Mad Again (First Update)

Uruk, the dark chamber of the sacrificial site.

Samael held the ghost cage in his hand and shook it gently; a pleasant clanging sound came from inside.

Wisps of deathly gray mist escaped from the acupoints of the six unconscious individuals and were drawn into the cage.

Then, under everyone's gaze, the faces of the victims lying on their sides became visibly rosy, and their hearts began to beat.

Upon seeing this, Siduri quickly stepped forward to check, lifted her eyelids, and felt her pulse, feeling a mixture of joy and worry.

"Their vital signs have returned to normal, but they still show no signs of waking up."

Samael frowned slightly, his expression serious.

"That's because the deathly aura permeating the depths of Uruk suppressed their vitality, and their souls, forced to leave their bodies, were also imprisoned."

"Of course, I prefer to think of it as an alternative form of protection, otherwise these bodies would have rotted away long ago."

"The specific details will all come to light once you make a trip to the underworld."

Merlin, carrying his staff, walked out from the corner and solemnly instructed Siduri.

"Their recovery is both a good thing and a bad thing."

"On the one hand, you don't have to maintain the magic circle that preserves the corpses, so you can allocate more manpower to ensure the operation of Uruk."

"But on the other hand, if the soul and body are separated for too long, they will also suffer unnecessary damage."

"Therefore, within three days, we will bring these imprisoned souls back to their original bodies from the underworld."

The high priest immediately understood the court magician's hidden meaning, raised his right hand, unconsciously pressed the energy potion in his arms, and nodded solemnly.

"Okay! I'll try to give you three days!"

"I will defend Uruk no matter what! The rest is in your hands!"

Immediately, the flower magician turned around, glanced at the cage that could dispel death energy, and then looked at the underworld's protection on the back of Samael's hand.

"It seems that the goddess's favor is not without reason. This time, we'll probably have to rely on you, Samael."

"It's our job, we're all in the same boat now."

The ancient serpent nodded slightly, but then paused for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly.

"However, before that, I need to walk through the streets and alleys of Uruk to remove the remaining deathly aura."

"Otherwise, even more people will die of exhaustion, and the Babylonian defenses will likely collapse on their own!"

"By the way, we also need to help Kusa's group. They're probably in a similar situation. Let's help them out and ease the burden on the sacrificial site and the astrological altar."

At this moment, faint traces of deathly aura emanated from the ground in the crisscrossing streets and various dark corners outside the arena.

"Alright, let's get ready tonight and set off tomorrow!"

"But how do we get to the underworld? Is there a specific entrance?"

Merlin was getting impatient, and Anna, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but ask.

"Kusa is the guardian city of that god of the underworld, and the plague first spread from there. The underworld of the Age of Gods is underground."

"The pervasive death aura proves that the distance between the underworld and the surface of the earth is extremely close. We only need to blast away the thin layer of soil and barrier to find a direct path to the underworld."

Samael added, and Ishtar, who had a profound understanding of the inner workings of the underworld, immediately nodded in agreement.

“That’s right, we can break in from Kusa. As long as we activate Maana and unleash a Noble Phantasm, breaking through the barrier shouldn’t be a problem.”

"Besides, Kusa's men are all gone, and it's that woman's territory again, so it doesn't matter what we do with her."

"In short, let's make this clear first: you're not allowed to touch my Uruk!"

As they spoke, a certain crazy woman grinned from ear to ear, eager to try, her face almost revealing her gloating and desire for revenge.

Quetzalcoatl gently rubbed his forehead, his expression somewhat helpless.

"Don't worry, if we dig a tunnel through Uruk, the news of King Gilgamesh's death will be impossible to keep secret."

Although both are goddesses associated with Venus, this unconventional and willful fellow being was someone she couldn't really compliment.

“Alright, let’s do it this way. We’ll set off for the underground tomorrow. I’ll lead the team, and Anna, Merlin, and Ishtar will accompany us.”

"Let's work together to rescue the trapped souls, defeat the god of the underworld, Ereshkigal, and dismantle the second pillar of the Three Goddess Alliance!"

"As for Eldest Sister Quetzalcoatl, you are bound by the contract of the Three Goddesses Alliance, so it would be better for you to stay in Uruk with Miss Leopardman."

Samael raised his arm and pondered for a moment before making arrangements. The gods, who had gradually come to trust the ancient serpent in all aspects, all nodded in agreement.

However, just as everyone was preparing to leave to deal with their own affairs, Siduri recalled the three large baskets of clay tablets piled up in the Royal Palace Tower and couldn't help but look troubled.

"Gentlemen, the king has perished. I am, after all, only the chief priest in charge of resource allocation. There are some things that I cannot decide, whether due to experience or seniority."

"Now that everyone's back, why don't we..."

As the high priest spoke, his gaze turned to Merlin, who had experience in assisting kings.

"You're looking for someone to discuss it with, right? Then let's go with him!"

"His meaning is our meaning!"

The old fox immediately stepped aside, pushed Samael forward, and with a knowing expression, grabbed the ancient snake's left wrist, raising the back of his hand to reveal a golden-white crown pattern.

"Moreover, this is a shepherd priest carefully selected by Lord Ishtar, the guardian deity of Uruk. He not only has full authority over the priestesses and temples, but also represents the will of the gods."

"In addition to his two achievements in the ruins of Babylon and the Absolute Beast Front, as well as his great feat of conquering the three goddesses Ishtar, Kukulkan, and the Leopard People, he is absolutely qualified in terms of both status and ability!"

Siduri raised her hand and grabbed Samael's arm, which she instinctively tried to curl up. She carefully examined the divine seal on it, and her probing gaze involuntarily turned to Ishtar.

“That’s right! Samael is the one I’ve set my sights on, and no one is allowed to take him away.”

"Even if you want to transfer someone on loan, you have to show some sincerity first. Do you understand sincerity?"

This stunning woman placed her left hand on her hip and extended her right hand forward, repeatedly shaking it in a suggestive manner.

However, Siduri subconsciously ignored the money-grubbing goddess and fixed her serious gaze on Samael, nodding slightly.

“Since it’s a shepherd’s ritual, then there’s no problem.”

"Although it is disrespectful to King Gilgamesh, all matters of urgency must be handled in due course, and there is precedent for this, so it is not considered an overstepping of authority."

"Next, I'll trouble Samael to come with me to the Royal Palace Tower to finalize these thorny issues."

However, the ancient serpent knew his own limitations and did not want to take on this heavy responsibility easily. Instead, he glared at Merlin, who had betrayed him.

Don't worry, you can do it.

"Besides, we're not abandoning you. If there are any problems, we can contact you using the magic circle diagram. I promise I won't shirk my responsibility."

Seeing Samael's suspicious look, Merlin stepped forward, put his arm around the serpent's shoulder, and whispered something.

"You can't use a ghost cage to drive away the death aura during the day. If you make a big fuss, the people will inevitably become restless."

"Why don't we take this opportunity to help Siduri? She's almost at her breaking point."

The ancient snake glanced back at the pale-faced high priest, and recalling the care she had shown him in the past, his expression softened considerably.

"Furthermore, I have faith in Siduri's abilities. She's just a bit insecure and conservative, and doesn't dare to overstep her bounds."

"The high priest needs a human-shaped emblem of sufficient importance, and you are currently the most suitable one."

"If needed, you can do whatever you want in the Royal Palace Tower, it won't get in the way anyway."

The Flower Magician, with a keen understanding of the situation in Uruk, conducted a rational analysis, which ultimately led Samael, after much deliberation, to slowly nod in agreement.

Coincidentally, he also needed to go to the Royal Palace Tower to investigate something.

Chapter Ninety-Two: You'll Get What's Coming (Second Update)

In the royal palace tower, Samael's face darkened slightly as he looked at the three full baskets of clay tablets and Siduri waiting below to read them aloud.

Fortunately, a slight tremor ran through the ghost cage, and Shamhat's whispers echoed in the ancient serpent's ears, dispelling his unease.

"Go ahead and do it. If you and Siduri are unsure about something, I'll take care of it."

“If this continues, Uruk will have a hard time keeping up, and you will be traveling for three more days. I’m afraid the child won’t be able to hold on.”

"So, even if it's just for my sake, let's help relieve some of her stress first."

With the support of that holy prostitute teacher, Samael was slightly encouraged and immediately raised his hand to have Siduri read the clay tablets. The two began to deal with the pile of tasks in an orderly manner.

Finally, after working for most of the afternoon, the two managed to handle the backlog of difficult government affairs.

The remaining scraps were naturally left to Siduli to handle herself.

Having caught his breath, Samael's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned to Siduri and made a request.

"High Priest, I need all the records about Eridu, the more detailed the better."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away!"

Siduri immediately nodded and summoned his trusted men from the sacrificial site to transport the clay tablets related to Elidu from the library to the royal palace tower in batches.

Since Samael didn't need to worry about the subsequent trivial matters, the high priest thoughtfully prepared a quiet room for the shepherd to read and contemplate.

Thus, the two guards of the royal palace tower became busy once again.

Previously, the so-called support from a certain dream demon had not even materialized, so the ancient snake naturally made a big note of this in its little notebook.

In the secluded and quiet room, Samael flipped through the clay tablets one by one, which contained information about the origin, construction, and decline of Eridu, including local customs and legends.

Meanwhile, with a calm expression, he wrote down the useful information he had collected on several blank clay tablets.

Time slips away like sand through one's fingers, and before one knows it, the sun has already sunk below the horizon. When Samael looked up, the sun was already more than halfway down the horizon.

The ancient serpent pulled out an old, weathered piece from among the many clay tablets. Its gaze lingered for a long time on a vague record, and its brow gradually furrowed.

As the last rays of the setting sun were gradually swallowed by the spreading night, the shadow standing inside the house was stretched out in the interplay of light and darkness, eventually merging into the darkness.

Samael raised his right hand and stroked over several clay tablets on which he had left his own notes.

Except for the last clay tablet, which depicted some kind of architectural structure, everything else instantly crumbled into dust and scattered.

Then, the ancient serpent tucked it into its bosom, picked up the ghostly cage on the table, pulled up its hood, and walked into the deep night.

The figure moved through the silent streets and alleys, quietly dispelling the wisps of deathly aura rising from the corners.

However, on the way, Samael's brow was furrowed, as if he was troubled by something. Even his work of dispelling the death aura became somewhat distracted and mechanical.

At this moment, low-hanging clouds hung over Uruk, and muffled thunder rumbled. A light drizzle fell, and as one walked through the streets and alleys, a chilling coldness could be felt penetrating one's body and bones.

Along the way, most of the stalls were closed, and residents, with nowhere else to go on this rainy night, went indoors early to rest.

Because the roads were clear, Samael had explored most of Uruk before midnight, thus concluding his mission to dispel the deathly aura.

However, on the way back to the embassy to rest, the ancient snake subconsciously stopped at the edge of a certain alley.

A strange sense of familiarity, along with surfacing memories, made him think that this was the place where Anna had given some old man the wheat cakes.

On a whim, Samael stepped into the dark alleyway, feeling somewhat uneasy.

However, upon reaching the end and seeing the sealed brick wall, the ancient snake, who had harbored strange expectations, suddenly felt somewhat disappointed.

It seems I was overthinking it; there's no way things could be so coincidental.

The man shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh and prepared to turn around.

In an instant, a clap of thunder flashed across the sky, and the fleeting lightning illuminated a tall figure draped in a cloak, standing in the rainy night.

"You who defy fate, are you looking for me?"

Samael, who was unknowingly touched from behind, caught his breath, felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by invisible fingers.

"Jusudela?"

Under the dry questioning, the person opposite slowly nodded, took a few steps forward, and revealed a rough and ancient face with wildly growing beard and hair under the hood.

"If it's possible, I'd like to ask you for a favor..."

Samael slowly exhaled, calmly meeting the gaze of this legendary West Asian hero, his tone full of meaning.

"Don't worry, this is what you do best."

"Did you guess it?"

The old man slightly raised his eyelids, revealing a deep and sharp glint in his eyes.