Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

On the sixth day, even the naturally conceived divine blood beasts and the high-ranking dragons that had escaped were forced out of their nests and fell under Rahm's siege, becoming puppets after being devoured and transformed by the Black Tide.

Thus, Uruk became an isolated island floating in turbulent waves, a sanctuary for humans, animals, plants, and even natural monsters.

Apart from the remaining 2 people and various animals and natural wonders that managed to escape into the city, the outside world was in complete chaos.

Stripped of the ravages of wind, rain, and thunder, and far from the clamor and noise of living things, the outside world returns to deathly silence.

Inside the city, the simulated celestial bodies on the light-shaped dome gradually emitted a faint glow. As evening approached, the figures standing on the astrological platform were gradually elongated, like a shadowy serpent coiled in the sky.

Phew, still not working...

Samael opened his eyes slightly, exhaled a breath of stale air, and sighed helplessly.

Even though the whole of Mesopotamia is undergoing earth-shattering changes, the protective membrane known as the World Wall has not been broken.

The mother goddess Tiamat was unable to enter normally, and the mental string in her mind was not enough to serve as the anchor line to pull this ark of life through the barrier.

Does humanity truly have hope?

The ancient serpent twirled the Holy Grail in its hand, its sense of powerlessness and bewilderment growing ever stronger.

The mere act of sleeping in the abyss, the constant process of reclaiming power, has transformed the world.

How terrifying is the complete form of a creator god!

He had a premonition that as soon as Apsu woke up tomorrow, Uruk, the last isolated island protected by the five goddesses, would also face annihilation.

Hold out for another day? If it's just that god of the abyss, they might be able to fight back after they've rested and recuperated.

But now, in the northern fir forest area, the fir baboon has spread its roots beyond the Babylonian defenses.

The Dawn God's Arm, which grew underwater, has dismantled and torn apart the Napishtim Fang.

Along the Ebif Mountains, the Heavenly Bull Gugalana continuously drives the floodwaters, launching attacks on the city walls. Ishtar, responsible for intercepting the giant waves, is suffering considerable losses.

Similarly, the situation on the east and west sides is not optimistic either, with overwhelming Rahmu and countless corrupted evil spirits repeatedly exerting pressure.

Merlin, the Leopard Man, Anna, and Leonidas were almost running around trying to plug the gaps.

Kukulkan, the feathered serpent god whom Samael held the greatest hope for, had not had a proper rest in order to keep the solar calendar stone running and was currently in a weak state.

To be honest, the longer it dragged on, the weaker his hopes of winning became.

If we cannot find a way to bring Tiamat, the mother goddess who can rival Apsu, into the Mesopotamian world, then all will be lost.

These goddesses, none of whom were at their peak, had to intercept the Bull of Heaven, Gugalana, defend against the Cedar Beast, Humbaba, and also keep an eye on Apsu, the Father of Creation.

The thought of this scene is enough to make one despair.

To think that after one more day of perseverance, one could board Noah's Ark and lead Apsu all the way to the Persian Gulf is simply a pipe dream!

In addition, he harbored many doubts.

To seize the Holy Grail, one must first repair oneself and activate one's powers...

Altering the Earth's surface environment, creating water cycles, and accelerating self-awakening...

Commanding high-level deities and deploying a massive army of miscellaneous creatures, they launched an attack on Uruk...

Considering these methods, Apsu doesn't seem like the monster I remember who used his ferocious nature to savagely clear the surface of the earth.

It seems that humanity's adversary is a cunning, cruel, intelligent, and incredibly patient hunter.

If this conjecture is true, it is truly terrifying to contemplate; the demise of Sumer is almost a foregone conclusion.

Mommy Ti... Mommy Ti... Can you give me a hint?

Right now, I really don't know what to do.

Samael's mind was in turmoil, and his temples throbbed with pain.

However, the string within her consciousness could only transmit a faint, ambiguous tremor, containing a sense of despondency and lamentation.

Okay, let's change our perspective and consider Jusuddra's prophecy.

"Authority is not the exclusive domain of the gods; the hearts of the people can also unite the will of Heaven!"

If it's related to the first sentence, then what exactly does the second prophecy refer to?

Even though I've already become the King of Shepherds, and I've been secretly spreading the image of the harmless Mother Goddess Tiamat, it still hasn't had much of an effect.

Destiny...destiny...

Samael's brow gradually relaxed, his expression seemed to have gained some insight, and finally a smile appeared on his lips.

boom!

In an instant, the ancient serpent's face contorted, and its fist slammed into the stone slab beside it, leaving a clearly visible dent.

God the hell!

The Riddler, get out of Gotham City!

Uh, no, I'm so angry I'm confused. It should be: Riddler, get out of Uruk!

Samael's face was as black as the bottom of a pot; he wished he could drag out that West Asian hero who had survived the Great Flood of Enlil and beat him to a pulp.

The premise is that you can beat them.

Why are you making up these riddles for no reason?

Moreover, when asked, Mr. Jusudela said he didn't know either. All he could convey were vague omens.

What's even more absurd is that this mystery was all inspired by revelations I saw within myself, so only I can solve it?

Damn it! I hate riddle tellers the most!

After racking his brains for a while, Samael became more and more confused and came up with nothing.

As one looks up, the sky, constructed from the magic circle diagram and the solar calendar stone, gradually dims.

Night fell.

The seventh day is approaching.

Oh well, let's just enjoy the present moment while we have the time.

Perhaps this is Uruk's last night.

Left with no other choice, Samael shook off his jumbled thoughts, jumped off the astrological platform, and wandered aimlessly down the rather empty street.

The six-day siege resulted in a reduction of nearly five thousand people, leaving Uruk unusually quiet after nightfall.

However, wisps of smoke still rose from the chimneys, the forging in the armory continued with clanging and banging, soldiers polished their armor and weapons, and priests and shamans were either preaching or performing their final prayers.

Despite the immense pressure, this city, whose wounds are constantly being torn apart, still maintains an unbreakable, indestructible, and resilient spirit.

This is probably the quality that will allow humanity to rival the gods in the future.

For the people of Uruk, who have become accustomed to death and disaster, even if the end of the world were to come, they could face it with equanimity.

Hmm? The embassy?

After walking for a while without realizing it, Samael stopped and looked up at the brightly lit attic with a touch of warmth amidst its old-fashioned state, slightly surprised.

“Aaaaaa…”

Just then, the door was pushed open by a pair of small hands, and Anna, wearing an apron and with flour on her face, rushed out.

The moment she saw the figure in front of her, the little girl's eyes lit up as if she had seen a savior, and she grabbed the ancient snake and dragged it into the kitchen.

"Samael, Samael, why is all the dough for this butter cake stuck to the oven? Come and take a look!"

"Uh, it seems you didn't apply enough oil. And why did you add so much honey to the filling? Kids shouldn't eat so much sugar..."

"I'm not a child!"

"Okay, okay, let's try again."

"Uh-huh!"

In the kitchen, two figures, one large and one small, intertwined, returning to their past interactions.

"Wait a minute, what else did you stew up there?"

Why is the barbecue grill still preheating?

"I bought a lot of things today and I'd like to treat everyone to a meal."

"Besides butter cake, there's date porridge, wheat cakes, pork rib soup, lamb chops, and beef!"

The young girl, ready to show off her skills as head chef, slightly raised her chin, full of confidence, and proudly announced the name of the dish.

Samael, who was in charge of assisting, asked casually.

Who did you invite?

“Sister Ishtar, Sister Kukulkan, Miss Leopard, Sister Siduri, and Merlin.”

“Uncle Leonidas is guarding the city and doesn’t have time to come. But I’ve prepared his share and will have someone take it with them.”

"You even invited Merlin, why didn't you invite me?"

The ancient snake's face darkened, and it looked depressed.

"Huh? Didn't you receive a message from Sister Siduri at the Royal Palace Tower and come here specifically to help?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, her expression one of surprise.

"Uh, I came down from the astrological observatory and was just stopping by when you dragged me into this."

"Is Sister Siduri still waiting for us at the Royal Palace Tower?"

"Notification! Notification! Go outside and notify everyone again."

The newly arrived kitchen helper was immediately pushed into the living room by the flustered little girl to handle the contact and invitations.

Half an hour later, familiar smiling faces arrived one after another, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

Kukulkan and Siduli, two reliable older sisters, volunteered to come into the house to help with the cooking, which also enriched the menu.

The leopard-man generously brought three or four bottles of ale to the banquet.

Merlin, the old drunkard, licked his lips and joined them. The two like-minded guys exchanged a few words and began drinking together. When they got excited, they even stood on stools and chugged straight from the bottle.

But after drinking for a while, Merlin smacked his lips and looked at his wine glass with a hint of regret.

"What a pity, King Gilgamesh is not here..."

"You want to buy him a drink?"

The leopard-man, who was very friendly, put his arm around Merlin's shoulder and asked a question while slightly tipsy.

"He is greedy for the fine wines of Gilgamesh's treasury."

Samael, munching on a mango, responded irritably, instantly revealing the white-haired succubus's thoughts.

"Tsk, King's Wine, once you drink that stuff, the aftertaste is unforgettable. After that, no matter what type of wine you drink, it just feels like something is missing."

Merlin chuckled awkwardly and tried to sell his old vintage to his new drinking buddies.

Lost in thought, the leopard-man licked his cherry lips and nudged Merlin in the ribs with his elbow.

"Let's just summon King Gilgamesh and empty his wine cellars together!"

"Call him back my foot!"

Merlin drank alone in a huff, grumbling to himself.

"I heard that the Chain of Heaven has completely merged the two memories in his body, being both Kingu and Enkidu."

"Now, the Chains of Heaven and the Wedges of Heaven have reconnected, and they're inseparable."

"For the sake of peace, Gilgamesh even passed the throne of Uruk to this Samael."

"We don't have the ability to separate them..."

Well, the Great Sage is unemployed again. His partner of half a year ran off with someone else. It's understandable that he's a little jealous.

"Go then, but leave the wine behind. Let me have one last sip..."

Samael's lips twitched slightly as he heard the nightmare's complaining mutter.

What a load of rubbish about friendship! This heartless nightmare is just after Gilgamesh's good wine.

After giving the two drunkards who continued to party and chug drinks, the ancient snake, having nothing else to do, noticed the bright gold at the top of the stairs on the second floor, chuckled, and got up to go upstairs.

In the cool night, Samael quietly approached, wrapped his arm around Ellie's slender waist from behind, and rested his chin against his owner's cheek.