Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

While most people marveled at this way of thinking that transcended the chessboard and turned passivity into initiative, Merlin was the first to calm down, a slight worry on his brow.

"The idea is good, but it's not something that can be done so easily, is it?"

"That's Apusu, you think they'd let us back off so easily?"

Samael nodded helplessly, twirling the chess piece in his hand, and answered quietly.

"Before the Heavenly Bull Gugalana and the Cedar Beast Humbaba appear, I'm still 70% confident..."

"Now, it's less than 30%..."

Ishtar's pupils contracted, and his expression darkened.

"You mean the Father God..."

"He will relentlessly pursue us, even if we enter the Persian Gulf, until we are dead!"

"Even the Bull of Heaven and the Cedar Beast will likely become powerful obstacles to intercepting Noah's Ark."

Samael casually tossed aside the silver chess piece, clapped his hands, and decided to voice his conjecture.

"Under the mandate of heaven, they will absolutely not allow variables beyond their control to exist..."

Anna, hidden in the shadows, spoke in a cool voice, her eyes filled with emotion.

Merlin lay sprawled in front of the sand table, fiddling with the chess pieces, humming weakly.

"Yes, they even threw the Bull of Heaven to Apsu, which shows their gambling spirit."

"We're probably not the only ones who would flip a table."

Samael looked up, stopping the two men's dejected murmurs, his tone calm and steady.

"The troubles of destiny and divine will are a matter for later."

"Now, the first problem we need to solve is how to survive until the eighth day after Apsu bursts out of the ground."

Then the ancient serpent looked at the great sage who had just been excitedly energetic but was now slumped against the pillar, dozing off.

"Merlin, can your illusion magic weave a cradle for Apsu? Let it sleep a few more days."

"Sleep a few more days? You think too highly of me, High Priest Shepherd."

Merlin was both amused and exasperated, waving his hands repeatedly.

"One day! You can fool him for even one day!"

Samael remained undeterred and lowered his demands to the bare minimum.

He's laid bare his secrets, so Merlin has to put in some effort, right?

"If you're trying to hypnotize him with illusion magic, I can't hold out for long!"

"At most, one exchange and my old life will be over."

Merlin helplessly shrugged and repeatedly declined.

"Didn't you previously mislead... Ereshkigal?"

"How can that be the same, my friend? What is fake is still fake, and illusions can only project people's thoughts."

"But if I were facing a monster with nothing but destructive desires and no mercy, even if I were sacrificed to the heavens, I still wouldn't be able to hypnotize it."

Upon hearing the great sage's slightly disappointed complaint, Samael rubbed his temples and fell silent. He had originally had a 20-30% chance of winning, but now only a sliver remained.

Merlin may be cunning, but he wouldn't lie about this.

Moreover, considering the history, Tiamat did not want to exterminate humanity, which is why the Mother of Origin was trapped in a beautiful dream.

Similarly, the reason why Ereshkigal's previous attacks could be transformed into harmless dream flowers was precisely because of the softness in her heart.

This freshwater god is different; he's a violent monster who'll kill your whole family at the drop of a hat.

To expect Merlin, this half-breed nightmare, to directly deceive the perception of a god of origin is simply wishful thinking.

Therefore, all that remains is to fight a tough battle before everything is ready.

Samael sighed deeply, his expression forlorn.

He already had a premonition that many people would die in this battle.

Since about six months ago, at least several dozen city-states in Mesopotamia, each with a population ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, have been affected.

Today, apart from Uruk, most cities have fallen, and the land is now a vast ocean.

After thousands of years of development and prosperity, the Sumerians have now dwindled to only 2-3, making it almost impossible for them to sustain the Mesopotamian civilization.

Ultimately, Samael, clinging to hope, could only repeatedly set his expectations aside and prepare for the worst.

At dawn, the shepherd priest, who had been sitting quietly all night, reluctantly opened his eyes.

After many days, he finally reconnected with the mother goddess Tiamat through resonance.

But the feedback he received was equally disappointing.

As an exiled being, Tiamat is still not accepted by this world.

Therefore, forcibly breaking through the membrane of the diaphragm might backfire. The Mother Goddess's weak consciousness would be unable to suppress her animalistic instincts and would immediately follow the principle of return, dismantling and reconstructing this world.

If that happened, with Apsu on land and Tiamat at sea, humanity would truly have no way to survive.

Unless, he can find a way to harmlessly pull the Mother Goddess back to the Mesopotamian world and arouse her protective instincts towards humanity.

The shepherd priest, sitting alone in the royal court, pondered deeply but came to no avail, and could only temporarily set aside his dilemma.

In the early morning, the long-awaited gentle sunlight rippled from the Sunstone, enveloping Uruk.

Compared to the foreign lands where storms raged and the land was submerged, with turbulent currents swirling and churning, this place undoubtedly became a paradise for refuge.

Samael glanced at the sunstone standing on the astrological table, a hint of apology in his eyes.

Two hours later, in the room on the top floor of the astrological observatory, which was covered with intricate incantations.

The blonde woman, lying on the bed, gently picked up a slice of mango from the fruit plate, put it in her mouth and chewed, the rich sweetness filling her mouth.

As his lips moved, Kukulkan rested his chin on his slender fingers, his eyes smiling as he looked toward the head of the bed.

"Why are you here?"

Anna, her mouth stuffed with fruit, gestured haltingly, looking utterly adorable.

"Can't you come and visit if you're too busy?"

Samael held the date porridge, blew on it into the spoon, and waited for it to reach the right temperature before feeding it to the Mayan goddess.

The porridge had a strong herbal flavor.

"Is it that bastard from Tezkatripok (the Leopard Man) again, the one who can't control his mouth?"

"I'll twist her head off and use it as a landmark sooner or later!"

Kukulkan frowned and snorted coldly, a ferocious grin spreading across his face, causing the temperature in the room to plummet.

"Come on, it's just the two of you sisters here. Without rivals, you'll probably be even more lonely."

"Besides, she's worried about you too."

Samael fed the medicinal porridge to the Mayan goddess, then spoke up to smooth things over.

First, she broke the alliance pact of the three goddesses, which greatly reduced her divinity. Then, the Black Tide broke out, and the release of her Noble Phantasm's true name caused her to suffer even more damage.

Immediately afterwards, the feathered serpent god rushed to Eridu, dismantled his second Noble Phantasm, and also fought the legendary monster Abogaru, killing it with all his might.

Finally, having to both stop the flash floods and maintain the operation of the solar calendar stone, it is now extremely weak and cannot easily step out of the astrological station.

He was practically a seasoned workaholic, tirelessly working and contributing his full strength in several battles.

"What, are you feeling sorry for your older sister?"

"A little..."

"So you came all this way just to comfort me?"

"I guess so..."

"Wow, so virtuous and adorable, she's really touched my heart. Maybe..."

"Ok?"

"You married me?"

"Cough cough..."

"No, then how about I marry you, big sister?"

"..."

Kukulkan blinked, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Chapter 139 The Sumerian Fan Circle War (4k)

"Sweetie, let big sister touch you."

Kukulkan raised his hand and pinched Samael's chin, his sliding fingertips feeling as if he were sensing the delicate contours of a work of art, bringing a slight tingling sensation.

"Don't bully Samael!"

Seeing that the ancient snake's body was somewhat stiff, Anna immediately stuffed the fruit slices that filled her cherry lips and swallowed them whole. She ran all the way to the bedside and, like a dutiful little bodyguard, stood between the sexually harassing female hooligan and the victim.

"Oh? So only you can bully him, right?"

"Where...where is it..."

“I’ve seen you glancing at this child’s neck several times. Tell me, is your tooth itchy or your throat a little dry? Want to take a few bites? I can let you have it.”

"Ugh... Kukul is bullying me..."

Under the repeated seduction of Quetzalcoatl, Anna, completely led by the nose, hurriedly lowered her head, her face flushed and hot, her throat dry.

The purple-haired loli pulled up her hood, not daring to look at Samael beside her. Her tongue was tied as she responded, looking embarrassed and ashamed, which only added to her cuteness.

Amidst this series of teasing, the ancient snake coughed slightly, both amused and exasperated, and gave a soft snort of annoyance.

"Seeing you so full of energy, and even having the leisure to tease the new king of Uruk, your injuries must be fine."

"Goddesses are all petty," Gu She thought to herself.

In a sense, Anna is the other side of the goddess of war; the combined forces of Gorgon and Jingu almost killed this feathered serpent god.

So, in his spare time, Kukulkan would secretly make fun of it a few times, probably considering it a very good pastime.

After a few brief pleasantries, the two got down to business.

"Can the power of the Solar Calendar Stone last until the eighth day?"

"I can barely hold on if I'm not directly hit by a god-level opponent, but if I suffer a serious blow, I won't last long."

"Feel sorry……"

Kukulkan leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes helplessly.

"You did your best, there's nothing to blame yourself for."

"Moreover, for humans to receive God's favor, they must at least demonstrate their worth as worthy of being loved."

Samael spoke seriously, and his face, bathed in sunlight, possessed a peculiar charm reminiscent of a marble statue.

As the two were talking, a strong tremor came from both the north and south sides.

Inside the astrological observatory, the magic circle swayed slightly, and dust fell in rustling sounds.

There are enemies!

Anna, who was sitting at the table, swinging her little feet and munching on tropical fruit, perked up her ears, subconsciously looked up, grabbed the artifact Herpal, and wanted to rush out.

At the same time, Kukulkan, who was recuperating in bed, couldn't help but change his expression, lean back, and tense his muscles.

"Be honest with me!"

However, Samael reached out with two hands, one pressing down on Anna's head and the other on Kukulkan's shoulder, and hummed softly with a furrowed brow.

"Just two normal waves of attacks, we can handle them!"

Immediately, the ancient serpent opened its lips and chanted, opening a magic array to observe the two battle lines, projecting the situation at the front onto Anna and Kukulkan.

On the north wall, countless Rahmu emerged from the turbid waves, their heads seemingly densely packed, numbering in the tens of thousands.