Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The fifth and sixth waves of the Kuroshio Current are here!

At this moment, on the high walls exposed to wind, rain, and thunder, the guards on both sides looked at the surging, black, world-destroying torrent and felt a chill run down their spines.

Because within this black tide, there were countless enormous mouths filled with sharp teeth, which were actually an army composed of countless Rahmu.

"Hedgehog Formation!"

Leonidas, as resilient as a sculpture, pounded his shield and roared.

Soldiers with strong willpower bit their lower lips, raised their shields, and rallied together with their comrades, forming a human defense line against the city walls.

Some of the young people who were paralyzed with fear quickly regained their senses and joined the ranks under the Spartan king's kind instruction, which involved both pulling and kicking them.

boom!

Like a powerful battering ram slamming into a gate, several meters of the eastern part of the northern defensive line were sheared off.

The hundreds of soldiers from the East Gate camp who had been replenished above were like flies swatted away; before they could even groan, their twisted limbs and broken organs scattered everywhere.

Bricks and stones, like cannonballs, crashed into the building behind, creating large holes in the interior walls.

One by one, the Rahmu climbed onto the city wall, rustling as they scaled it, and charged towards Uruk with smug grins.

"Pull your spear! Thrust!"

"Don't panic! Hold the line, others will handle the rest below!"

Leonidas raised his hand and nailed a rakhmu to the wall, shouting to bolster morale.

At the same time, this leader actually began to organize the shrinking Spartan phalanx to launch a fearless counter-charge, which actually managed to stop the advance of the western and central Rahmu.

On the north side of the defensive line, two mountain passes rose abruptly from the ground, where hundreds of soldiers with dark red divine patterns painted on their bodies and wearing heavy armor, their faces contorted with madness, roared as they advanced side by side.

"May the goddess Ereshkigal keep me away from pain and grant me invincibility!"

The charging Rahm extended its sharp claws and stabbed at the soldiers.

But those heavy armors made of rare metals are incredibly hard and come with magical defense arrays, making them like inedible tin cans.

Even with Rahmu's rapidly growing learning ability, he managed to insert sharp objects into the bodies of these human soldiers through the gaps in their armor.

Without any hindrance, they wielded the exquisitely enchanted weapons with ancient patterns from the Babylonian treasury, brutally stabbing Rahmu, who was charging ahead, to death.

As more and more Rahmu crossed the high wall, the hundreds of heavily armored soldiers blocking the eastern section of the city wall each had three or four Rahmu on their backs.

The once heavy armor was now riddled with holes, with the magic array on the outside shattered and the hard metal riddled with holes of various sizes.

Dried blood, pink bits of flesh, and what appeared to be fragments of internal organs clung to the surface of the armor, creating a ghastly and sinister aura amidst the red and black hues.

"Die...die!"

"Undying? The enemy... is undying?"

The intermittent murmurs of the Rahmu group were mixed with confusion and irritability.

These monsters clearly saw that the moment their claws retracted from the human soldiers' limbs, the bloody holes were immediately filled with granulation tissue, and the wounds healed rapidly.

The heavily armored soldiers before him then brandished their punctured weapons and attacked with even more frenzied frenzy.

The hundreds of men who formed a formation actually withstood the repeated attacks of thousands of Rahmu at the eastern gap.

After breaking through the northern wall's defenses, these mysterious children found themselves unable to advance any further, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate during their battle.

"These are... Kusa people?"

Inside the Royal Palace Tower, Merlin stared in astonishment at the magical array depicting this formidable and powerful force, discerning the origins of its members from their slogans.

"Could it be that the goddess of the underworld granted immortality to so many people at the same time?"

"Arei controls death, but she has no power to grant immortality."

Samael shook his head slightly, took a small empty bottle from somewhere in his pocket, threw it onto the sand table, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"It's the Undying Spirit Grass!"

"King Gilgamesh went to sea before and brought back all the remaining immortal herbs."

"I had the sacrificial site concoct a magic potion, and then selected a group of people from the Kusa people to take it."

"Although they do not possess complete immortality, their self-healing ability, combined with the weapons and armor from the Babylonian Treasury, makes them an invaluable asset in dealing with this level of warfare."

Moreover, since the Kusa people worshipped Ereshkigal, they naturally regarded this elixir of immortality as a miracle and a blessing.

Therefore, having witnessed the conditions of the underworld during their apparent death from the plague, they became even more fearless of death.

To live is to fight for God; to die is to return to God's embrace!

The elite force that the ancient serpent kept in reserve was even more formidable and terrifying than the Spartan phalanx under Leonidas.

Heh, perhaps the reason the gods sent the Primordial Serpent to devour Gilgamesh's immortal herb was because they feared the potential that would emerge after humans gained immortality, and that it would challenge their authority.

In that case, what you fear can become a weapon for humanity!

The Shepherd King surveyed the battlefield with a deep, unwavering gaze, advancing the white pieces within the northern defensive line of the sand table.

Leonidas, who was in charge of training these men, gave them a new name—the Undead Army!

This was Sparta's former mortal enemy, and a nightmare that made the entire Greek world tremble.

It seems that the Persian Empire, which would eventually establish the "Immortal Army," also originated from the land of Mesopotamia.

Is this just a coincidence?

Or…

Just as Samael was deep in thought, the ground trembled, the south gate collapsed with a roar, and a torrent of mud carrying dense rahms swept into Uruk.

Houses on both sides collapsed one after another, and the swarming black monsters laughed lewdly, searching for the scent of living people, and flocked towards the vicinity of the royal palace tower.

coming!

The ancient serpent slightly raised its eyelids and pushed several white beast-head chess pieces onto the main roads in front of the royal palace tower.

At the same time, the roof tiles rustled as leopard-men swooped down from above, engaging in fierce battles with hordes of Rahmu and keeping these monsters outside the central square.

Samael narrowed his eyes, gazing at the sand table where black and white chess pieces were intertwined, his expression meaningful.

If the other side is intelligent enough to recognize each other like they did with the Bull of Heaven, hopefully this protracted battle can buy them a little more time.

I've opened the gates wide and even put up the city walls!

Chapter 143 Believe in Mother Ti, and You Will Gain Eternal Life (4k)

The fighting is fierce in Uruk.

The area from the south gate towards the Royal Palace Tower, which was one-third submerged, had been flooded by the raging floodwaters.

Fortunately, the goddess of the underworld, Ereshkigal, used the power of the earth to raise one spiritual peak after another to block the mudflow and to elevate the terrain of the royal palace tower.

Beneath the towering mountains, this barrier barely protected the remaining 10,000-odd survivors.

In the southern region, which had become a stalemate, the sounds of metal clashing were incessant, and spider-like Rahmu rustled as they climbed over the half-collapsed buildings.

Thousands of leopard-man familiars, sharpening their claws in the shadows, roared as they swung stone weapons inscribed with Mayan script at Rahmu's limbs.

Looking around, two hostile monsters were engaged in a fierce battle, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and limbs being torn apart.

Because they are inferior in rank and strength, it often takes three to five leopard-man familiars to barely stop a single Rahmu with its entire body hardened.

However, these summoned monsters, born from the worship of the first Sun God "Smoke Mirror," are fearless in the face of death due to the concepts of "sacrifice" and "human sacrifice."

Often, a Rahmu would plunge its claws into the chest of a leopard-man familiar, before it could even pull its limbs out.

The crazed feline then pounced on these mysterious children, howling and scratching them.

Immediately afterwards, the leopard-man familiar, whose life force was about to cease, tightened its grip on Rahmu beside it and self-destructed its spirit core, inflicting severe damage on him.

Moreover, figures emerged from the remaining city walls and the nearby mountain passes.

The Uruk soldiers, magicians, and priests, positioned high above, continuously harassed and supported the enemy, launching a methodical and gradual resistance.

Even if a few Rahmu managed to break through the limitations of the Earth's power and fly into the air, the wind god winged dragon riders that flew out from the outer perimeter of the royal palace tower launched a precise interception.

"boom!"

Just as a small hill blocking the street entrance was smashed, several Rahmu felt the ground beneath their feet tremble, and a new peak rose up again, blocking their progress.

Immediately, a mixed force of leopard-man familiars, human soldiers, magicians, and priestesses appeared from the passageways and gaps, as if they had been prepared in advance.

The number of them was just right, neither too many nor too few, and they fought these mysterious children to a standstill.

Similarly, Rahmu, who were searching for human scents and advancing towards the royal palace tower, were also repeatedly thwarted.

Every time they go a certain distance, new troubles always emerge from all directions.

Standing atop the royal palace tower, one can overlook the entire city of Merlin and see it even more clearly.

Under the manipulation of the Earth Mistress who embodies the spirit peak, most of the Rahmu coming from the direction of Mount Ebif are circling within that one-third of the occupied area.

Even if they follow their hunting instincts and are able to move forward along the correct path.

However, the narrow paths left by the mountains beneath the towering peaks always lengthen the route several times over, not to mention the various obstacles that can block the way.

Below, the rice porridge had become a chaotic mess, a mixture of black and white, and white and black.

Even if these Rahmu follow orders and want to withdraw from the battlefield, they will probably find it difficult to extricate themselves from the complex terrain and the watchful eyes of their opponents.

Within the shattered dome, the faint projection of the sun flickered uncertainly.

Time passed second by second, and the sounds of fighting on both the north and south sides remained fierce and piercing.

Dark red blood spread out, and pink bits of flesh, broken black shell-like limbs, and purplish-black body parts floated up and down in the floodwaters flowing across the ground.

"boom!"

A winged Barrahmu swung its claws and plunged them into the skull of a Quetzalcoatlus, then flung the carcass toward the mountains.

The monster, which had risen high into the sky, looked at the spire of the astronomical observatory. The solar calendar stone, which, though cracked in the center, still emitted a faint glow, seemed to realize something and suddenly opened its mouth to scream.

"The timing... is wrong!"

"The sun... is misleading!"

"If we don't kill all of humanity, the Father God will come out... angry... terrifying!"

Just then, a beam of light pierced through the god-level Rahmu, and the arrow exploded, obliterating it into dust.

"Hey, Samael!"

"These guys are evolving too fast! Your little tricks with Merlin and Kukulkan have already been seen through!"

The Goddess of War, standing atop the attic of the astrological observatory, glanced at the virtual celestial afterimage in the sky, its trajectory slowed down dozens of times, her expression gloomy and her tone urgent.

Inside the royal palace tower, the ancient serpent suddenly turned its head and looked at the great sage who was leaning on his magic wand and radiating the power of dreams.

"What time is it now?!"

"At 10 p.m., after the restrictions on the south wall were lifted, we held out for about ten hours."

"Notify those outside, we can't keep this a secret any longer! Prepare for the attack! We must stop that guy for two hours!"

Samael slammed his fist on the table, his voice urgent and low.

Merlin nodded solemnly, slamming his staff into the ground. Several beams of light, like cannon salutes, shot into the sky from the surviving buildings around Uruk.

At the same time, the Rahmu tribe that rushed into Uruk let out sharp screechs, and the surging sound waves spread wildly in all directions like a tidal wave.

In an instant, a series of thunderclaps exploded in the sky, the ground trembled violently, and the entire fortress city was like a pile of building blocks about to collapse, as if its pillars had been removed.

"Boom!"

The earth cracked, accompanied by the roar of surging waves, and came from the cedar forest. A ferocious dragon beast, thousands of meters long and composed entirely of bones, ether, and black mud, roared and flew out of the abyss.

As the dragon's wings, covered in black mud, flapped, a terrifying etheric storm formed a hurricane that swept outwards, and a massive black torrent surged forth.

The seventh wave of the Black Tide has arrived! The Creator God has reappeared!

A moment later, a streak of light descended above the northern high platform.

The Goddess of War, who jumped down from the Sky Ship Maana, stared at the monster that stretched for thousands of meters, her eyes twitching and constantly swallowing.

Then, Gilgamesh and Enkidu, who had been waiting there, emerged from the ruins of the Northern High Platform, their gazes solemn.

hum!

Before Ishtar and the other two parties could make a move, a strange rhythmic etheric resonance spread from the ground.