At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 136 Ishtar Unifies Mesopotamia

Southern Vermilion Bird Base.

At this time, the Suzaku Base has undergone significant changes compared to before. The biggest change is that there is a stadium-like building in the center of the base, which is much larger than the central stadium in a first-tier city.

This is a training ground specially prepared for superhumans. Only a large enough space can allow superhumans of level two and above to engage in all-round combat.

"Go, Officer Lin! Our team is the strongest!"

"Yes! Our team is the strongest!"

"Go, Captain Mark! Our Special Support Team is the strongest!"

"That's right! Captain Mark, let's go! Use your ultimate move!"

"Ouch! Get out of the way, don't get hit!"

"Officer Lin has unleashed his ultimate move!"

At this moment, the entire stadium was filled with cheers and shouts of encouragement. Every soldier clenched their fists, staring intently, wishing they could rush up there themselves.

boom!
Click!

In the training field, a cyan figure and a red figure constantly crossed paths. Flames and cyan winds overturned the soil on the field, creating one large crater after another.

"Ha!" Lin Yong's fists were covered in a blue whirlwind as he smashed them towards Mark, who was covered in flames. The whirlwind directly broke through the flames on Mark's body and struck him. Mark was sent flying backward, but he quickly recovered and charged forward again.

"Again!" Mark's face was solemn. He spread his arms and gathered elemental power in his hands. Flames shot out from his hands, and he used himself as a propulsion device to rush forward at an extremely fast speed. He then gathered flames on his feet and kicked out.

Lin Yong, enveloped in wind element, dodged the attack by turning into a blur. He then flew up under the wind element, conjuring wind element bullets with both hands and continuously hurling them at Mark below.

"That's blatant cheating!" Upon seeing this, Mark drew circles with both hands, and fire elements instantly condensed into a barrier.

Rumble, rumble...

It was as if one high-explosive rocket after another was bombarding the ground, and the entire training ground was filled with a layer of smoke and dust.

The training ground combat was a contest of skills, and neither side used any equipment.

"Oh no! Captain Mark is going to lose again!" Erica stood up and shouted, pounding on the railing.

"Sigh, yes, Captain Mark has been knocked down seven times in a row. The wind element's speed boost is still too great, and his flight speed is also the fastest. Instructor Lin always manages to outrun Captain Mark while he's flying his kite." Mo Cheng sighed.

Feixue shook her head, her voice full of envy: "Captain Mark has also made great progress. He has surpassed us in such a short time. Talent is something that doesn't make sense."

Ran Bing couldn't help but sigh, "That's true. At the beginning, Captain Mark was easily defeated, but now he can hold out against Officer Lin for so long."

“Mark and Lieutenant Lin have already reached the peak of the third rank, and will soon reach the fourth rank,” Jing Nan said, leaning against the railing.

Her expression was somewhat complicated. She was still the commander of the aviation office, but she had changed from piloting the lighthouse to piloting the 'air combat fortress'.

She failed to obtain the Immortal Mark and remains merely an ordinary extraordinary being with awakened abilities.

Meanwhile, her adoptive father, Morgan, was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease and is now in a nursing home. Although he has her care, his physical functions have deteriorated to a certain extent, and he may pass away at any time.

Charles has been undergoing labor reform for almost three months now, still working at a pig farm in the Northwest Gobi Desert. So far, he has not repented, and his original job of raising pigs has been changed to cleaning pig pens.

The last time she visited him, she wanted her help to get him out of there.

This was something she couldn't possibly do. Even if she had the ability to get Charles out into civilian society, a man as unenlightened and despicable as him wouldn't be able to find a job. The best outcome for him would be to beg.

Even if he went begging, no one would likely pity him and give him a dollar or two.

Ran Bing nodded, and ice-blue patterns appeared on her neck. Ice elemental power covered her body, and the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees: "Yes, even I have reached the third level. Mark and I obtained the immortal patterns three days apart. I have now reached 473 points, Mark has 892 points, and Instructor Lin has 987 points."

Erica's eyes were full of anticipation: "I'm 813 now. I wonder if it's possible to reach the fourth rank if I go to that dungeon in Britain."

Feixue crossed her arms: "I'm sure I can achieve it. I really look forward to getting some extraordinary resources in the dungeon."

"Hey, comrade over there, could you help me replace the moving parts of my gravity body? It's a bit stiff." A soldier who was adjusting the gravity body waved to the repairman who was passing by.

"Oh, no problem, I'll be right over after I deliver these parts." The man waved his hand and said, wiping the sweat from his cheeks with a towel, looking at the Gravity Body with anticipation.

"Almost there, I'm just a little short of passing the physical fitness test. I will definitely become a full-fledged soldier."

He originally had no name, only a code name, 4068. Because of his repair skills and the fact that he was the first to awaken, he became a repairman at the base. His two friends also became repairmen like him.

He had pleaded with the troops to go to the Tokyo battlefield. Although he was just a repairman, he still saved several soldiers who had lost their fighting ability, and thus awakened his abilities.

However, its ability is not very strong; it can only sense the durability of metal.

"Wang Chao, hurry up! What are you still doing? Get the parts over there quickly, everyone's waiting to use them," a short girl wearing a supervisor's armband urged, arms crossed.

"I just got here. It will take some time to find all the parts." Wang Chao is his current name, 4068. The girl in front of him was originally codenamed 4277, and is now called Li Mei.

Because of her strong management skills, she was promoted to a junior manager in the maintenance team. However, although she still cares about her former colleagues as before, it seems that her concern is only for ordinary colleagues.

Although he felt a little disappointed, he already felt he was the happiest person in the world, where everyone could live in this world full of hope and the future.

I passed by a building with the word 'Education Building' written on it, and inside, dozens of people were being angrily reprimanded by their instructors.

"It's been three months! Are you deliberately trying to provoke me? You're incorrigible, aren't you? I'll apply for your labor reform right now!"

"Heh." Wang Chao chuckled disdainfully. He recognized some of these people; they were the ones who treated the Dust People like beasts during the Lighthouse era.

There's an old saying in the Xia Dynasty: fortunes change, and in this world full of love and justice, these once high and mighty people will eventually be reduced to the lowest rung.

Even being reduced to the lowest rung is much better than being a mortal in the lighthouse.

"Still looking? Hurry up and move along." A blond-haired guy shoved him from behind. This was his best friend, whose code name used to be 4079.

"I understand. The higher-ups are planning to send elites to the British dungeons. I really want to go."

"Come on, this isn't a war, we're not going to deploy an air fortress."

At this moment, a loud sound echoed throughout the entire base, and the two looked at the training field with envy.

"As expected of Lieutenant Lin, he defeated Captain Mark again."

The invincible Captain Mark, whom they once admired, was now just a punching bag.

Moreover, Captain Mark doesn't even rank in the top 100 of the nation's superhuman rankings.

boom!
Slight vibrations were generated throughout the base.

"Haaah, haaah..." Mark lay in the pit, panting heavily, spread-eagled: "I lost again. Lieutenant Lin's strength is really not to be underestimated."

"Mark, you're a monster, both in terms of stamina and recovery ability." Lin Yong was also slightly out of breath and couldn't help but clench his fists.

Crack! Suddenly, he seemed to feel some kind of shackles being broken, and wind elemental power surged out of his body, forming a gale that blew in all directions.

Even the hundreds of people in the audience were blown so hard they couldn't open their eyes.

"Huh?" Mark's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the intense pressure. "Fourth tier?"

"He actually broke through." Lin Yong was a little stunned. He thought that he would have to fight several high-difficulty battles or save hundreds of thousands of people to break through.

Is that so? It's because he had already accumulated enough 'achievements' while in Tokyo.

Although the gods have not explicitly told humanity about 'merits,' all humans share this consensus: even if they don't know how to measure them, doing good deeds as much as possible is equivalent to preparing for a breakthrough in their own rank.

"Fourth tier? Wow!" Mo Cheng quickly took out the measuring instrument to check.

[Lin Yong: 1003 Fourth-Order Elementary Level]

"Roar roar roar roar roar..." The entire base erupted in cheers in an instant.

at the same time.

The Middle East, Iraq, Waqal.

Iraq and Syria were the core of Mesopotamia five thousand years ago, and the area where the city of Wakar is located is the site of Uruk, a city that once worshipped Ishtar.

Just two weeks ago, the city was engulfed in war, with ruins everywhere, and the residents lived numbly amidst these ruins.

At this point, no trace of ruins can be seen. Instead, there is a neat, circular city with streets radiating outwards from the city center.

The buildings in the city center are constructed of earth-yellow stone, built with rock elements. At the very center is a large building resembling a flat-topped pyramid, topped with a magnificent temple. Various gemstones are inlaid on the temple, and the corners are covered with gold, making it extremely luxurious.

The temple has long staircases leading down in all four directions: east, west, south, and north. City dwellers dressed in ancient Uruk-style short shirts or white robes walk toward the temple, their eyes filled with piety.

People walking up the long staircase leading to the temple looked back. Construction crews were building modern buildings on the outskirts of the city, while further out, everything was bathed in gold.

It was as if a golden ocean surrounded the entire city.

That was a golden sea of ​​ripe wheat. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of wheat in the air. Further out, herds of cattle and sheep could be seen being driven by herders, and date palm groves could be faintly seen.

"Great goddess Ishtar, mistress of beauty and love, protector of harvest and shepherds, mistress of Venus and war, guardian deity of us Mesopotamia, thank you for bringing salvation to us humble beings." The middle-aged man looked up at the top of the stairs with eyes full of piety, then pulled his six-year-old daughter beside him and continued climbing the stairs.

He is a resident of Baghdad, the capital of Iraq. He still remembers that day when he and his family hid in the ruins and watched in despair as militants rushed into the streets and exchanged fire with government troops, and many people died from bullets.

He thought he and his family would also be among those killed in the bloodbath, but unexpectedly, boundless divine power descended, and then he saw countless meteors falling from the sky, knocking down all the armed men.

Furthermore, it was declared that all people in Mesopotamia should cease hostilities and venerate the 'Mistress of Heaven'.

Afterwards, the goddess Ishtar descended upon this place and established a city. More and more people gathered here, and more and more extraordinary beings were born under the divine power of the goddess Ishtar.

Under Ishtar's oracle, the superhumans swiftly conquered cities and territories, eliminating most of the most heinous criminals.

Furthermore, it used its divine power to transform barren land into a golden sea of ​​wheat for humankind.

He was also one of the extraordinary beings and one of the leaders who first launched the trial of sinners in Baghdad. He received the stigmata when he became mayor through popular election.

At this time, he was visiting Ishtar, the goddess who was the mistress of Mesopotamia.

"Daddy, is Goddess very beautiful? Everyone says Goddess is the most beautiful goddess." His six-year-old daughter tugged at his clothes and asked innocently.

"Yes, Ishtar is the most beautiful goddess in the world, the goddess of beauty. My dear daughter, Nada, the goddess will surely bless you to grow up to be a beautiful young woman." The middle-aged man stroked his daughter's head.

"Halt! Please state your identity and purpose." Two middle-aged women at the temple entrance held long spears, and elemental power emanated from their bodies. Both were second-tier transcendent beings.

“My name is Adel, I am the mayor of Baghdad, and I have received the stigmata. I have come to pay homage to the great goddess Ishtar. This is my daughter, Nada,” Adel said humbly, raising his arm to reveal the stigmata on it.

The guard's voice softened: "Warrior Adel, please enter, but when you meet the goddess, do not look directly at her; you must maintain the utmost respect."

“I will heed your advice.” Adel led his daughter through the temple gates.

The temple was very large, not just a single building, but a complex of buildings. Only the square temple was the main hall of worship; the other buildings were the private residences of the goddess.

As soon as Adel arrived at the shrine, he heard mournful cries.

"The horrific war that has struck the eastern coast of the Mediterranean has already caused us immense suffering, my Goddess."

“Our villages and cities have been destroyed, and shells are falling on the refugee camp every day.”

"Food, medicine, and even water have been cut off. We simply can't hold on any longer."

"Please, Goddess, help us! Waaaaah!"

Adel saw a dozen or so men and women, young and old, all wearing white headscarves, kneeling and wailing in grief beneath the goddess's throne.

Since the monster appeared in the world more than a year ago, the whole world has been preoccupied with its own problems, so the events on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean have gradually been forgotten by countries around the world.

Even the repeated appearances of gods could not stop them.

After all, they believed in God, even though God had never set foot in that place, and they didn't even have a single awakened one.

Even though the Allah worshipped by the White Turbans in the Middle East, the Christian and Squid religions all believe in the same Creator, there are still significant differences between them.

The group of outsiders on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean believed themselves to be God's chosen people, and that everyone else was inferior and only fit to be ruled by them.

Now they want to occupy all the land on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean and exterminate everyone else in that region.

Ishtar sat on her jewel-encrusted golden throne, her hand supporting her cheek: "I am aware of this matter. You may all return and wait. I will take care of things for you."

"Yes, great goddess Ishtar!" A dozen Bass people wept with joy.

With divine intervention, their suffering will pass.

Adel nodded slightly to these people, silently mourning for the group of outsiders on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean. The goddess was ruthless in dealing with such matters.

"Honestly, what's wrong with Mesopotamia? It wasn't like this before. Criminals are everywhere." Ishtar cursed in frustration, "Is this still the Mesopotamia I know?"

"Where are the simple-minded Mesopotamians? I really want to drag out the Bull of Heaven and kill them all, or let Gilgamesh make a cruel law."

"Greetings, Goddess Ishtar!" Adel immediately knelt down, sweating profusely. He had heard that the goddess had been complaining ever since she descended to earth.

Has it come to the point where we have to unleash the Bull of Heaven?

"Alright, I know you, Adel. From now on, you just be a good mayor of Baghdad and don't make a mess of Baghdad. Get out of here."

"Yes, yes, yes." Adel hurriedly wiped the sweat from his face and was about to turn and leave.

"return."

"Yes!" Adel was drenched in sweat.

"This goddess is going to organize a team to go to the British dungeon. You are quite strong in Mesopotamia, so I'll add you."

"I understand, I understand."

"Get out of here," Ishtar said, extremely displeased.

Since returning to Mesopotamia, she hasn't had a single peaceful day. She's always busy with this or that, or someone comes to complain about her every day.

She is a goddess, someone to be worshipped, not a king. These things should be left to the king.

But nowadays, no one is qualified to be king.

In her opinion, one should at least reach the fifth rank to become king, otherwise it would be a disgrace to Ishtar.

"Seriously, seriously! Ugh! I don't want to do this anymore!" Ishtar shouted in frustration, grabbing her twin tails with both hands.

"If you don't want to do it, then don't. At worst, you can go back to Eden and be a decorative vase." A calm voice sounded beside her.

"Who! Who said this goddess is just a pretty face!" Ishtar reflexively flew into a rage. What mortal dared to speak to her like that? They must be tired of living!
Before he could even vent his anger, he froze, his expression stiff.

“You, you… how did you get here…” Ishtar immediately wilted, her voice becoming stammering.

"Can't I come?" Los Saint looked at Ishtar calmly.

“I never said that,” Ishtar quickly waved her hands.

"Did you come here just to see how I've made Mesopotamia so wonderful? If so, I, Ishtar, will reluctantly accept." Ishtar said smugly, hands on her hips.

"You think you've done a good job? You're ranked last among the five major civilization zones right now," Luo Sheng said mercilessly.

Currently, the five major civilizations on Earth are the Knights of the Round Table and the Papacy in Europe. The Papacy is somewhat unique, as it has dioceses all over the world.

In East Asia, mainly the Xia Kingdom and Japan, the Xia Kingdom is still the strongest at present, while Japan, with its Raiden Shinjue, can be considered a small civilized region.

Next is South America. South America is currently stable. Although the average combat strength of the entire region is not high, the Holy War Legion is generally in a period of post-war peace and development.

Next came North America, which was on the verge of chaos. Quetzal's powerful arrival reshaped the entire North American order. After all, she was the God of Civilization, and reshaping civilization was a piece of cake for her. In addition, North America already had a strong foundation.

Then there's the Middle East, which is in complete chaos. Ishtar has done a pretty good job to get to this point; at least she's genuinely taking things seriously.

"Sigh... I know, I just can't beat those guys! Okay?" Ishtar said dejectedly, her lips pouting so much they could hang a bottle on them.

She knew that she was inferior to the other gods in terms of ability, but she just didn't want to admit it.

“However, you did do your best.” Los Saint smiled and patted Ishtar’s head. “You did very well this time.”

"Who, who asked for your praise?" Ishtar snorted, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Don't think I'll be happy just because you give me a few words of praise." She said this, but her eyebrows were already raised.

“By the way, I’m undecided about the western Mediterranean coast. After all, there are eight million humans who started the war there.” Ishtar changed the subject. “Although they are all remnants that cannot awaken, we can’t just clean them all up. That would be too cruel and make me look like an evil god.”

"I didn't expect you to be so kind at a time like this," Los Saint said with amusement. Although Ishtar's personality was very willful, she wasn't really a bad person at heart.

"What are you saying! What are you saying! How am I not kind! Although I have indeed done many willful things in history, I have never sincerely wanted to kill humans." Ishtar was furious.

"Leaving aside what you've done in history, just clean up all eight million squid scraps on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean," Los Saint said, waving his hand.

He was actually quite incredulous that a country with a population of 800 million had not a single person awakened. Well, that didn't mean there were a few who had awakened, but they all fled as soon as they did.

"Let all mankind see the consequences of a nation's decline. It is just as the Bible says: before the appearance of the prophet and before the original sin is washed away, a nation is not allowed to be restored, otherwise it will be punished by God."

"Go, Ishtar, throw your Venus over there. It's fine if you clean it all up; just think of it as sweeping away the dust in the house."

(End of this chapter)